Eli will be well...
Ringworms, prepare!
I come after you today,
bearing Strongid. Die...
posted by hrtucker @ 1:06 PM
Daydream
A blog written (almost) entirely in (bastardized) haiku.
About Me
- Name: hrtucker
- Location: Athens, Georgia, United States
The first time around, I majored in english literature, which wasn't entirely a mistake. I have begun working toward a degree in landscape architecture. I suspect that grad school is coming up soon. I want to spend my time restoring damaged wetlands and rivers, or maybe creating spaces in cities that help people to unwind. I never want to set foot in a cubicle again. Daydream tells a story in snap-shots. Each poem presents something that happened on the day it was written. Why haiku? Especially, why such bad, off-topic, not concerned with nature (usually) haiku? To keep it brief! Nobody likes a long rambling blog. If they say they do, they are just being nice. Letters to a Cowboy is a mixed bag. Take from it what you can.For best results, read it chronologically, from bottom to top.
Previous Posts
- The marriage debate...
- Weddings can be wonderful...
- Germs! Bugs! Toxic plants! A dangerous world...
- Daddy loves you...
- Patience please...
- Low on supplies...
- Missing him...
- Full moon surprise...
- Impending dentistry...
- Admitting my limited scope...
Thursday, October 06, 2005
I come after you today,
bearing Strongid. Die...
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3 Comments:
Eli has been having trouble with worms. Yuck. Ringworms too, nasty ones. Today I am going to give him 1cc of Strongid (his third treatment!) Hopefully the little guy will be free of all eukaroyotes tomorrow.
Poor little guy. I often see cats and dogs that are wormy, and then I get to look at their poo under a microscope. The Strongid usually does the trick. Good luck giving the meds. Hopefully he's easygoing about that.
Worming went well. He never quit purring. He was like "Open my mouth and eat nasty medicine? ALRIGHT!"
Later when he ran around the house shaking his head in an effort to rid it of the taste he was like "This game sucks! Where is my mouse?" and then he forgot about the whole thing.
You have to meet him. He is the ultimate fetch-kitty. He will bring you his mouse like 53 times in a row to have it thrown for him. He apparently does this at night too, because we always wake up with about 3 mice in the bed.
:)
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