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I tried to make real pumpkin pie by baking my own pumpkin and pureeing it in the blender.
The blender lid popped off because I wasn't holding it.
Hot cooked pumpkin shot 12 feet into the air. I know it was 12 feet because that's how high the white popcorn ceiling was.
And what goes up must come down.
While reporting my dog's death to the adoption agency that placed him with us, they mentioned the name of the malady he had: hemangiosarcoma. It's common in larger dogs. I looked it up in several places online and it sounds fast and deadly.
Knowing more makes me feel better. He wasn't having a lot of trouble until it started fairly suddenly, and they don't last long once symptoms become obvious. There wasn't anything I could have done to prevent it or check for it in advance. The only bad thing was its emergence just as I was undergoing surgery, but I don't think the timing would have changed at all. He was having a lot of good days when I was home recuperating; it didn't get mostly bad until just before I took him in for the last time. So... nothing else could really have been done.
I feel better knowing this.
He'd probably try to bite her. He was pretty much a jerk to other dogs and ridiculously protective of me for no good reason. He wasn't real smart, either, but had a peculiar low cunning that enabled him to do things like decoy his sister away from her food so he could eat it. He sprawled all over the hallway and refused to move, making himself a dangerous obstacle course (particularly at night). He did tricks reluctantly and only if food was readily available. I couldn't take him out to the dog park and have a relaxing chat with other dog parents because he'd be trying to eat their dogs. He'd guard the water dish all damned day so his sister couldn't get a drink. Total jerk.
I miss the dumb mutt already.
Welp, he's gone.
Poor guy was full of cancer and was bleeding into his belly. Vet thought his RBC was probably higher in his abdomen than in his bloodstream. Even if I had $4-5k for surgery, she wasn't sure he'd survive the anesthesia, much less surgery. And he was miserable - couldn't catch his breath. It was time. And it was peaceful and full of treats and love.
Taking Dogbreath in to the vet for Xrays today. He seemed at death's door Sunday, then improving Monday, and today seems pretty good. This constant up and down is very wearing on the nerves. I can't imagine he feels too good about it, either, but I hate to have him put down when he's still enjoying some good days.
The vet suspects he has tumors on liver or spleen which occasionally bleed into his abdominal cavity. Between bleeds, he recovers to a point. Then after a bleed, he feels awful. This is classic for a big Lab-type old dog. I saw this on a TV show last week and that dog lasted a few weeks after surgery to remove the tumors. So I've been giving him bits of people food and doing things to make him happy figuring he doesn't have much time no matter what I do. But surgery? No way. I'm in that boat with Patrick and Sharoth - can't afford any financial disasters.
Freehold DM wrote:
My roommate had to shut off the power. I've no idea what state that machine is in.
I drove through a fried fish stand on the way home from work and managed to eat all of the fish (not the crispy breading) and a few soft french fries. The doggies got the breading and hush puppies (which were like rocks) and the bulk of the fries. I got a sore jaw, but it was worth it. OM NOM.
Probably a stupid thing to do, but you don't really need to chew fish, and real food was nice.
My Baby Mama Kitty Cat is going to live. The vet called me and said that she was not diabetic and her kidneys are coming back. She was looking at kidney failure due to the infection, but they seem to be doing better due to the antibiotics and them rehydrating her. ~sighs~ Another day or two and we would have lost her. As it is, she will probably be loosing a few teeth due to me not realizing that she was that sick.
Don't blame yourself. Animals in the wild don't want anything else to know they are sick, because then they're vulnerable. They have gotten very good at covering when they don't feel good, and that has passed through to our domesticated buddies.
OK, so I'm housesitting this week and away from my home PC, so don't have my tools to update a couple of pbps. I was on a courier run right past the apartment, so I stopped in to update pbps.
Windows 10 is installing updates. Please do not turn off your PC.
Mkay, I'll grab a bite to drink while I wait.
This may take a while.
Waaaal, sheeeeeeeit. I decide to do the hour-long drive and stop back. It's 4% complete when I leave. It's 59% complete when I return. And it stays there.
I look it up under update problems. "You should wait. Ours was stuck at 75% for over two hours, then took off."
So I left it and didn't get pbps updated. I'll text my roommate tonight and have her check. If it's still stuck, she'll have to turn it off and there's a many step fix process I will need to do.
Started approximately 1978, for a couple of weeks on Basic D&D (didn't see the box but the booklet was blue), then our DM transitioned us over to AD&D. So I definitely qualify.
Change 1978 to late 1977 and this is me. Guess I'm a grognard, too.
I did take a loooong hiatus as gaming was seriously frowned upon by my young adult/adult friends, not to mention my family. Got back into it about a decade ago and it was like being reborn. Started back in 3.0 and swiftly moved to 3.5, then PF when it came out. Sadly, I missed the joy that was 2nd edition. :)