Following the advice of so many intelligent people in my small circle, I took my fathers 7 month old dog/mutt to the vet to be neutered thinking it might slow him down some and keep him from humping my girls so much. Four days later, he's just a hint of the previous ball of energy. All my grass out back should be gone by Christmas. However, the humping is at a minimum.
Friday, November 30, 2007
It seems all I have done since my father has been here is cook and wash dishes and clean up after dogs, his and mine. But it seems like the more I do the more I want /can do. My father wants or rather enjoys three meals a day and an occasional treat yet weighs only 138 pounds. I ask a friend that was visiting recently if he thought I looked like my father and he said it looked as if I ate my father. :(
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
No. It's Jeff Gordon, driver of the #24 DuPont Chevrolet, drives down 7th Ave towards Time Square in a victory lap through the streets of Midtown during NASCAR Champions Week. Well, they both sit so low in the seat who'd know.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
My father is under there somewhere. How he or anyone can sleep under a down comforter when it's almost 70 degrees in the house is beyond me.
I'm trying to make food he likes. He likes sausage and this milk? gravy. I have a hell of a time getting the consistency right. I know it looks nasty like Tony's soup. Moreover, how does a man eating crap like this live to be 93?