My poor niece, who's only in her 40s, just found out she's going to lose most of her teeth and need dentures or implants.

Gum disease exacerbated by diabetes.

She's very distraught and heartbroken.

Timelies all!

Ugh. I woke a bunch of times for no reason.(Not for long-mostly just waking up, looking at the clock, and going back to sleep.)

Malice Domestic is this weekend, and I'm commuting it.(It's basically 2 stops on the Metro) It does mean getting up early Saturday and Sunday, as the panels start at 9 am. Still, books....

Bingo is the dog. . he mostly stays right by M's mom. We don't have a leash so I can't try to take him for a walk yet. The yard is big enough for him to run around to do his business.

He basically cowers or growls when I'm around.

When he was originally brought here I played with him and he was fine and seemed to like me. Since then he doesn't like me.

Bingo is the dog.

I'm pretty sure you meant to say "Bingo is his name-O."

Matilda is running a fever, so she has spent the day in bed directly in opposition to my hopes and plans for her.

Any way you can be the one who feeds him, askye? If not, maybe just ignore him as much as possible. Don't try to pet him, but don't avoid him either. If he snarls or snaps and you retreat, he's gonna keep doing that.

Edit: I should say, "dog I cannot pet" is definitely a form of torture.

Tonight we went to the Brian Piccolo awards banquet honoring the top scholar athlete from each of the 41 high schools in Broward County. We sat at the table for the HS Brendon coaches basketball for, although the young man being honored does football, basketball, and track. Seeing and listening to these incredibly hard working and honorable young men is giving me hope for our future. The awards are based on scholastics, sports, and community service, as well as recommendations. How many of these incredible young men are immigrants? I can't know exactly, but I'll bet it is about 75%. So at the same time filled with hope seeing the level of accomplishment of our youth, and worried sick that they are hated by so many.

Providing his food would get you into, at minimum, better graces. If you're the sole feeder, usually dogs will place you higher in the Humans I Give A GoshDang About. (Dogs don't swear.)

Even not super-food motivated dogs gotta eat every day.

Flames on the side of my face FOREVER.

I always think I'm going to get/be over it and not so much.

I always think I'm going to get/be over it and not so much.

Still not over it, still angry anytime anyone mentions TVT.

Intense anxiety dream early this morning.

In the dream I had to move my desk (at my last employer), and the new location had my back to the rest of the office, so all the foot traffic would be behind me, and every passer-by would be able to see what I was working on.

There were no power outlets or network ports, and after some time spent searching for them, someone came with a tool (like the one used to make holes in golf greens) to make a hole through the carpet and into the floor to find (install?) them. Then I didn't have the right cables, and tried (and tried and tried) to wire something together, which of course didn't work -- very frustrating.

There was conversation and color and sound, and when dealing with the floor and carpet there was texture and smell.

I woke up late, and very grumpy.

I wish I could be the sole feeder but I can't. M's mom keeps giving him people food and letting him eat cat treats as well as dog food and the dog treats.

I am going to try taking him for a walk and see how that goes ..and by walk I mean down a few houses and back. And sleep on a towel so it smells more like me and put it down for him to lay on

And try to ignore him. But it's hard because as much as I did not want another animal anytime soon he is cute. At least the way his ears stick out is really cute.

I should probably not be greedy and be happy Scrappy is coming around and being a sweet cat. He gets in M's lap all the time now to be petted and I can sit next to them and pet Scrappy.