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December 04, 2004

Baby its cold outside

So, the one day I have stuff to do, it is freezing outside. Its freezing inside too, I might just have to turn on the heat. Where's all those people who told me it never got 'cold' in san diego?

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The holiday party last night was a hoot. I'd post a pic, but that would mean I have to get out of my warm duvet-nest, and sorry, it just isn't happening.

We sat at the "loud" table, and Pete, our waiter was a hoot. I love it when the staff plays along. Food was better than soso, but not spectacular, but hey - 2 drink tickets and a 3 course meal (which included both red and white meat) for 10$. Can't beat that with a stick.

Sadly, we did not win any of the "thousands of dollars" of door prizes, so we left early, but someone at our table won a fairly big prize, so it wasn't too sad. Also, I got to heckle the guy in charge of finding out if Jason gets his transfer, so all was not lost.

And, I just have to point out that we both looked spectacular.

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So, I'm in the bathroom burning the hell out of my forehead with the hot rollers, and Jason is in the bedroom with the laptop on his lap and a new tie around his neck, desperately trying to tye a double windsor. It was adorable.

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Lola has separation anxiety. We think.
I really don't want to take her to the vet here because the close vet is WAAAAAY overpriced. Plus, what can a vet tell really? It is a stressful situation for both pet and owner, and how can the vet tell the diffence between separation anxiety, and anxiety in general.

Secondly, who is causing the anxiety? Me? I hardly think so. I'm here all the time. Jason? possibly, but then why does she take out her anxiety on me?

So basically, the symptoms: There are two things that set her off; The phone, and me singing. (No laughing, i'm serious)

When the phone rings, she starts howling and biting. If I have to walk to get to the phone, she'll be right underfoot and try to bite my ankles. When I'm talking on the phone, she howls and tries to chew the antenna or bite my hand.

When I sing, she goes for the jugular. She howls and bites and then tries to attack my head. Again, I'm being totally serious. We thought it was funny the first few times, but now it's starting to annoy me. I LIKE singing. I'm alpha, so I should get to sing whenever I want. Lola should have no say in whether or not I hum along to the radio. (No, the radio doesn't bug her at all)

So, really, is this a vet-necessary thing?
Maybe I'll just call up the cat lady and ask.

Posted by Sharon at December 4, 2004 09:25 AM

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