Vets.

So maybe it's because I have a) no life, b) i'm bored, c) my back is too sore to practice piano/sousy or d) all of the above that i'm going to write about our trip to the vet.
Today, my mom and I went to the vet with Shelby (don't worry, she's not sick, do not fret). This is always an adventure. We cannot go to the vet alone. SHELBY IS BEAST. She claws at the ground as if she fears it will disappear altogether, she pants like a rabid bear and slaps anyone (dog or human) with her tail which is going at...maybe 75 mph, more or less. We sat there for about 30 minutes, waiting...and waiting...meeting other dogs, terrifying other dogs, making people mad that our dog is not in a straight jacket but instead is clawing up the linoleum.
That's really all. Shelby shed enough fur to create a small animal and it was moving in waves (no lie) when people moved past. My mom was mortified. I thought it was hilarious. :D
So anyway, I'm going to read until my back is manageable. Toodalooooo.

~j