Dirty Laundry...

I've always tried to make sure not to air too much dirty laundry here, especially because anyone can stumble upon this site (and friends and family members have told me they've found this blog via a web search). So, while there's a lot I need to vent on, I think I'll just do it privately, maybe in an e-mail to Santa Claus. I feel like the economy -- doing so well one day, then crappy the next. I need things to look up again, for I'm sinking...

Cheyenne got her stitches out last night, but the soap opera continues. The wound is still fairly "raw," so she's not supposed to lick it (can open it up again, theoretically, with too much licking). This means we're still in "Victorian Collar" mode, unless I can watch her. It's OK for her to lick it a little (I'm sure it itches), but she'll obsess over the wound if allowed to... So, she's at the vet's today, and will be Thursday and Friday, as well -- in a run, wearing her Victorian Collar.

What this means, is, well, I'm up in the air for Millennium on Saturday. If things haven't "crusted up" enough, she won't be able to be left alone, and PetSmart won't take her with the Victorian Collar. The vet would take her, but they're open for only limited hours on Saturday, which would make it not worth the effort. This would really suck. I've pretty much been taking care of Cheyenne by myself since this past summer -- I have to find folks who can watch her when I need to do things. I guess that I can board her at PetSmart in the future when I need some time to do stuff, but I can't yet, due to her still healing wound.

I'm hoping I'll be able to make Millennium, at least for a while on Saturday, but I'm unsure at this point. Oh well, the girl's my pride and joy, so if she needs me, she comes first.

Not Cheyenne