Motherhood Is Hard

I hate it. I cried all damned day because my poor little baby was getting "fixed." To add insult to injury, I think I was incredibly clear that I didn't want her operated on if there was ANYTHING wrong with her. She has an ear infection. Okay, so it was an ear infection -- it was still a fucking infection. ANY infection in the dog's body can interfere first, with the anesthesia, and second, with the healing process.

I WILL MAKE SOMEBODY AT SANDWICH VETERINARY HOSPITAL SERIOUSLY RUE THE DAY THEY CROSSED ME IF ANYTHING IS WRONG WITH MY PRECIOUS BABY!

I wish my mom and I were still using a close vet -- maybe I could have talked them into letting me stay with my baby, tonight. I'm particularly confused -- why do they keep her overnight for "observation" if no one is there overnight to observe?

Again, I WILL MAKE SOMEBODY AT SANDWICH VETERINARY HOSPITAL SERIOUSLY RUE THE DAY THEY CROSSED ME IF ANYTHING IS WRONG WITH MY PRECIOUS BABY!

I can't sleep. I have been disinfecting everything so that Lia is safe and comfortable when she comes home. Geese. I don't remember freaking out this much about Sara (as much as I loved her and still miss her). Maybe that was because I had 99 to keep me busy and my mind off of it while Sara was at the vet -- and because neither of them was my dog -- I just took care of them and loved them. I didn't have to do this "responsible pet owner" stuff.

Here is my grammar complaint of the day (with a qualifier): I am all for "free writing" (obviously). I have a few major pet peeves. One of which is the spelling of the various forms of "you." Fucking people! Tom's blog has some idiot group (whose name I won't mention) posting stupid comments because he insulted them. Okay -- so they could, AT LEAST, spell "you're" correctly while they are trying so hard to post these put-down comments on his blog. "Your" means that it is something that "you" possess. "You're" means, "you are." People suck. MY GRANDMOTHER KNOWS THIS RULE AND I AM NOT EXAGGERATING! She's fucking looney-tunes, and yet, she knows how to freakin' spell. Whew. I'm done, I swear.