For now. I'm not sure what caused the satellite connection to blow, but blow it did.
And that stunk because I usually get most of my news from the Internet. I'm away for three days and I miss all the big events: someone tries to poison the Senate and Janet Jackson's boob makes its television debut. I'll have my nose in the blog archives for weeks trying to catch up with it all.
Along with the satellite connection, the warm, happy, fuzzy outlook that usually envelops everyone here at The Outpost has also taken a hiatus. We found out yesterday that our female dog has bone cancer. A swollen area on her front leg turned out to be a tumor...not just a sprain as we had been hoping. The gruesome part is that to rid of her the pain from her leg, we have to amputate the leg. The surgery doesn't curtail the cancer; it's merely a palliative measure. We could do chemo, but it wouldn't extend her life enough beyond the amputation measure to put her through the ordeal. If I understood the vet correctly, Breezy has anywhere from 2-12 months left. I just hope we can get her through until spring. When she does pass away, I'd like to bury her in the pasture where she enjoyed our long walks. After the loss of The Crazyweiler last November, this comes as a pretty raw hit.
I'm not sure how to transition to something light-hearted so I'll just add that I would like to thank everyone who visited last Sunday. I was especially excited to see a comment from my cousin, Jenny. Glad you found my blog. Had I not felt so lousy that day, I would have posted that her young son shares my birthday. So does Mr. E. at work. Happy Birthday, Gentlemen!
Well, that's it for now. I'm afraid to write any longer; the satellite connection might decide to take another cigarette break.
Posted by Cathy at February 4, 2004 11:21 PMSo sorry to hear about Breezy. Did the vet recommend any medicines for pain control- aspirin or tylenol or motrin perhaps?
Mr. E will be amused that he too has now been mentioned in a blog- but he'll have to find out about this tomorrow. He's been in sleepyville for some time now. Five a.m. comes early, but I'm on second shift mode.
It truly saddens me to learn about Breezy, a dog that I like a lot. She had been abused early on--probably by a man--because Breezy would shy away, even though she obviously wanted to be friendly. I'd sit on the front step to get to her level, and she'd approach tentatively. It took a while, but we became friends, and I look forward to her tail-wag greeting. That Breezy has had a good life at The Outpost doesn't diminish the sad fact that it won't be as long as it ought to be. longer.
Posted by: Professor at February 5, 2004 09:38 AMHow in heck do you lose a satellite connection? Was the dish covered with snow? Did the ChiComs shoot it down? Was it Direct TV? What did they say?
Posted by: Rodger Schultz at February 5, 2004 12:41 PMThanks Carol. Thanks Dad. It's been tough.
Yeah, Terpsboy...snow on the dish can sure do that. It's happened more than once out here. :)
Posted by: Cathy at February 5, 2004 09:13 PMCathy, I'm so sorry to hear about Breezy. It really seems a bit much after the loss of The Crazyweiler. I don't have any advice or suggestions except to love her as much as possible while you can - but I think you already know that.
Posted by: aelfheld at February 5, 2004 09:41 PM