Happy 21st Birthday to Me ^_^

[elspethdixon]

As of last Friday, I'm now legal to drink anywhere in the world (including Virginia). Of course, the fact that I spent last fall in Ireland where the drinking age is 18 robs this of much of it's impact, but still. *grins* My sister sent me an Air Force Academy shot glass.

Unfortunately, I didn't do the traditional 12st drunken bash, because instead of going to the dirt track race in Ohio with my Dad (and it would have rocked, too--it was at a country fair, and one of the racers held a huge party afterwards), I was drafted into seeing The Merchant of Venice in Harrisonburg with my Mom, my Nana, my great aunt Mary, and my 13-year-old cousin Kelly. Of course, that was also fun, since it was Shakespeare.

What wasn't fun was going to my Dad's mother's for two days afterwards--because while we were there we took her dog Shaggy to the emergency vet in Cary Town--she was limping--and discovered that she has cancer. How the Hell her regular vet, who updated her shots two weeks ago, missed this, I have no idea.

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[elspethdixon.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Yeah, we're all pretty sad about poor Shaggy, but at least she had ten good years first. Unfortunately, there really isn't any way to treat cancer in dogs--putting a dog through chemo would just make it suffer without understanding why.

[pinkdormouse.livejournal.com]

I was never convinced about chemo, even though I had to mention it as an option.

Right now, I've got the dilemma of whether amputating Poacher's infected toe is going to help, or whether he's going to be even lamer after (he's alternately lame on both back legs, and always had been). Then again I never expected to get the nine and a half years I've had with him either.

Gina