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Friday, March 02, 2007

Cats & Dogs

The past few weeks have been crazy ones, colored almost entirely by animal body parts.

On the home front, the saga of Ray’s jaw continues. He somehow managed to remove the plate screwed into his jaw. I almost had a heart attack, both because I knew there wasn’t anything else the vet could do for him that wasn’t experimental and painful, and because of the amount of money I’d spent on the operation he so quickly undid.

I took him back to the vet to have them remove the pins poking out of his gums, and now we are seeing what happens. He is delighted to be free of the plate, and now that I don’t have to worry about him bumping it on anything, he has free reign of my apartment again. He has a good appetite and seems happy, other than when I give him his antibiotics. It gets harder to give them to him every day, and he spits them out on my clothes, the furniture, the floor and his fur. The nice ruff under his neck was getting gross, and I gave him a little sponge bath last night after I’d had a couple of beers to try to correct this. He seemed a little stuffy this morning and I’ve been worried that I’ve made him sick. I would never forgive myself if he died of a cold I’d given him.

I think he is on the mend, though, and I’ve wondered if his near death experience has changed him. Yesterday while I was in the shower, he changed the radio station from NPR to a Christian station.

Meanwhile, my work life has centered around dog scrotums. I’m not a big fan of scrotums in general. I don’t hate them, but I kind of like to pretend they don’t exist. The controversy over the use of the word scrotum (in reference to a dog, of all things) in this year’s Newbery winner has put me in the position of having to defend an author’s right to use a word I don’t even like.

I have received hundreds of emails over the controversy this word is stirring up. Family members have mailed me newspaper articles. I wish they would stop.

Maybe I’m just tired from dealing with the cat, but I’m just not as riled up about this situation as other people. I’m ready for life to get back to normal, and to think about other things.



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