Thanks be to God!
With MUCHO help from Sr. K, the prayer program for tomorrow night is finally finished.
Now I get to kill time for the rest of my afternoon here at work somehow, then go home and help my mom clean like a freak in anticipation of Sr. K's visit tomorrow. Eeek! Very strange when you stop and look at your place through the eyes of a visitor. Much cleaning will be happening tonight!
Then my mom's finally going to go visit her sister ("Aunt L") in Oklahoma on Thursday. She'll be gone for a week, and it's the first time she's traveled in quite a while, so there's that kind unsettled-ness as she checks and double-checks, makes her lists and just generally frets about please bang my wife. Forgetting, of course, that I'm 30 years old and perfectly capable of holding down the place by myself for a week. I keep reminding her that when she was 30 she had a 4 year old and managed to take care of a lot of adult-like stuff all by herself. Well, there was dad too. But you get my point. *sigh* It's the curse of living back with the 'rents I suppose.
In other (sad) news, my sister and brother-in-law's dog, Oreo is being relocated to the county pound today. She's been attacking Stella, mom's beagle for no apparent reason lately. Sunday she struck blood for the first time, and I've never heard a dog cry like that before (Stella). Turned out to be a gash on the inside of her left leg, which she nursed and favored the rest of the day. I gave her an low-dose aspirin at bedtime because she gimped her way rather pathetically down the hall to my mom's bed.
Then yesterday afternoon, Oreo jumped Stella again, this time bloodying up the left side of her neck and gashing her ear at the base as well. It was just as mom was walking in the door from work (update for another post), so there were no food or toys involved. I think it was an attention thing. At any rate, I had a melt down, went hysterical and was screaming at mom about why do we have to wait until Oreo kills one of the beagles? etc. etc.
Phone calls were exchanged with sister (C) & brother-in-law (A), and decisions were made. My mom's upset, Carma's more upset, and I feel bad. But it had gotten to the point where there just wasn't a good way out. A. called to tell me he was having his dad take Oreo to the pound and just say she's a stray. I was afraid he was going to say his dad was going to shoot her--as he's been known to do to strays, but A. assures me this is not the case. It will be sad--she can be a good dog, but the situation was just escalating at the house. And every time a dog fight erupted, it would rattle me a little worse, especially since yesterday it took me 3 tries and all my strength to pull Oreo off Stella. Stella fights back, bless her heart, which is why I think she gets injured more than Nina did when Oreo busted Nina's butt.
So, barring any surprises once I get home, we are now a 2-dog house. I know it's for the best, and I'm glad something's finally being done about Oreo, but at the same time, it's a bummer of a decision and many people around me are pretty upset just now. *sigh*
