Fostering at The Roo Zoo

Here she is. All 28.7 lbs of her. She's a lab/ hound mix, 14 weeks old. Her ears are bigger than Dumbo's and she walks like she's got bricks tied to her feet. She's a clumsy little pupster!


And here is the scrumbly-umbly-umpcious edible arrangement that appeared at my front door on my birthday! I was really surprised and suddenly, hungry. Those aren't moldy strawberries, they're covered in chocolate. :D
The other pics are all the fruit packed away. No grocery shopping for me this week! And the guts of the arrangement, 2 heads of lettuce!


Ok, after struggling for an hour to get 4 pictures up, I am done. You can unscramble the captions on your own. I have faith that you can tell the difference between a dog and fruit cut to look like flowers. I am done. Time to walk 90 lbs of dogs!

Two more days, Lady!

I signed myself up for a ladies-only gym today. You may have heard of it. It's called Curves and I l-o-v-e love it. Well, the woman who was filling out some paper work about me had to ask my age. I'm 25. BUT, I made the stupid mistake of saying "Oh, I'll be 26 on Friday." And so she wrote down 26 in the age spot. "But I'm 25 for two more days." She said it didn't matter. This was the first time I felt old. Ever. The woman filling out my paper work must have been 276. She made me feel old all because she didn't care that I was still 25. Oh, and teenagers at grocery stores call me Ma'am. It's not horrible, but it sounds bad here cause of this redneck-ish southern twang that some Ohio-ans have. So sometimes "Ma'am" sounds like a sheep is saying "Ma'a'a'a'a'a'am"

Deep breath.

Not much has changed here. Upon glancing at my sister in law's bloggy, I noticed that mine is lacking. I hope my late night nonsense makes up for it. Eh. Maybe I'll have a round of insomnia later and I'll add some more. That's all for now. My dryer buzzeth.

More pictures

Since I learn by repetition, everyone suffers with me:

Here ya go, again, random and lacking captions. You'll adjust.

I'm not even a half slacker!

Today is an occasion for 2 posts! That sweet cat you see below in the other post is my sweet cat named Sweetie. She is 100% blind, but I do not know why her eyes are closed. It's not like she could seee the camera...

OK, let me try to throw some more photos on here. I am SO good!

And this should be a foster kitten we called Frosty. Here he is GODZILLA KITTY! Home made toy barns are the best.





And here Raven is learning that Frosty is not the same as a "Pupsicle" treat that we give to her on hot days. Good dog, Raven.

I'm not a total slacker...only a half slacker.

I know, it's been about 17 years since I posted anything new. But if you wait some more, I'll give in and post pictures from....(drum roll, please...).................. DISNEY WORLD! It was great, and I rode a Segway! More to come, when I feel like it.



In the meantime, I chose some random photos from my computer. Since I could not view them before I posted them, it'll be like a surprise for me too! Aren't you lucky?!

The ONE bummer about my job.

Euthanasia.

On my first day, it was a 13 year old cat. Wednesday, a 14 year old black lab, and on Friday, a family of 4 came to say goodbye to Beauty, their 15 year old black lab/ beagle mix. Seeing other people cry is like a trigger, and my tear ducts runneth over and before I know it, I have tears streaming down to my chin. Why oh WHY must I be so compassionate? HA!
I get it. I really do. Beauty could hardly stand up, and her owner came out to the lobby afterwards and told his kids that "She was so tired, she fell asleep before they out the sleepy stuff in her." I silently left the desk and made a beeline for the nearest box of tissues. Having never lost a pet except a hermit crab, this is all very new to me. And since I am the Mommy to 3 cats and a dog, I make the HUGE mistake of thinking of my furry family when an older pet comes in the office. So not fun.

I thought I had thicker skin. I thought I could brush it all off, but my father in law was very right. I can cry at the drop of a hat, and have a shoulder shaking sobfest when a perfect stranger cries in front of me. I suppose I just hate knowing that other people are sad and hurt. Yeah, that sounds better than me being a wus.

So with all this sadness flying around my life right now, I wanted you all to know I met the teeeeeniest tiiiiiiiiiniest pupster on Tuesday. She weighed 10 ounces. Yes, look at your soda can...she weighed less than that! Her owner just put her on the corner of the clipboard while she filled out some new client paper work. See? The cute factor is much higher than the sad factor!

Now I am dehydrated. Tissues soak up a lot of water!

The best news I've heard all week...

Remember that animal hospital job? They need a receptionist...well, needed. They called today and I got the job!! I'll start Monday and I don't know how I'm going to get through the weekend. I've never been so happy about a job!
Here are the big perks...hehe, they are perks to ME.
1. M-F, no weekends.
2. The earliest I'll go in is 8am, and the latest I'll have to stay is 8:30pm.
3. Benefits are included.
4. The owner provides chilled bottled water for the entire staff, good thing too, since I will be talking for 9 hours a day.
5. I can come home on my lunch and let Raven out for a bathroom break.
6. It's less than 4 miles from home, so our gas hog of an SUV won't be polluting all of Southwest Columbus.
7. I get to wear scrubs and sneakers to work. 'Nuff said.
8. When a company representative comes in for Frontline or some other company, all staff members get enough of their product for ALL their pets to last a year. For this household, that's about eleventy billion dollars a year that we'll be saving. Whew!
9. After my interview, I wanted this job more cause I liked the people so much!

And now for the cons:
1. Uhhh, I can't think of any.

I am one happy lady!