So this is the haps with my mom - she went crawling back to her old job and they already filled her position so she is going to get farmed out to the other clinic locations (it's one of those corporate beasts) and she is also going to work on her pet sitting and dog walking business because she wants to be her own boss so she isn't so stressed all the time and she said that being a CVT (certified veterinary technician) should help a lot and that she is going to do it right and get insurance and a tax ID number and stuff - whatever that means. And luckily she's one of those people who doesn't give a rat's ass about her pride otherwise she would be super freaking right now. So she's feeling better as far as not totally freaking out and sort of having a plan now so I can rest a little easier because I hate it when she is on edge because I am such a good dog.
And it's starting to get hot around here so I've been lounging until nighttime when I am totally CRAZY and I run into walls and stuff and steal the cats' toys and kill them. And then my mom is all "Ikenstein, it's time to go to bed" and I am all "snort, chew, snort, chew" and that goes on for a while until I realize I'm the only one up and I get kinda lonely and I go to bed with my mom and dad and Odin and Saffron and Duncan stays up to raise hell and wake my mom and dad up with stuff crashing to the floor noises.
Oh, and I am in the SPCA photo contest - here and here too! - and so is Martha and so is Ruby so go vote for us!
And here is a picture of me because it's my blog and that's why you are here.