What the hell is going on here? So, to address a possible food allergy, I switched up my French bulldog’s diet by feeding her a positively delicious-sounding Herring and Sweet Potato kibble. Only to have Lulu vomit up her body weight (and more!) the night before last. Given that she has a sensitive stomach to begin with, I decided to cook for her (and the other dogs) for the next couple of days. I prepared some ground beef with rice, carrots, and peas and they all seemed to enjoy it. Even though Lulu’s appetite was off, she did eat. I thought that was the end of it and that Lulu was on the road to recovery. Then, last night, I was awakened by the familiar hacking prelude. I turned on the lights to find Lulu fast asleep beside me. This time, it was my pug Jelly being sick. Unlike the youthful and springy Lulu, however, Jelly’s bad hips ensured she didn’t make it off the bed before losing her dinner. While Lulu’s appetite seems to have returned, Jelly’s is non-existent. What gives?
Jelly isn’t the only one hurting today. Since upping my work-out routine to two-a-days, my entire body has been wracked by aches. Well, that’s not exactly true. Not my entire body. My eyes, the third joint on my right hand middle finger, and three inch stretch directly above my left inside ankle are relatively pain free.
What about all of you? Aches and pains got you feeling old? You know why? Because YOU ARE OLD! According to this article anyway (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1162052/Old-age-begins-27–scientists-claim-new-research.html) that claims old age begins at 27.
But fear not. Even if you’re a physical wreckage, you can still salvage your intellect by learning to play a musical instrument. This article (http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn16767-musical-training-provides-a-workout-for-the-brain.html) suggests there‘s still time to take up the oboe.
Hey, the next time somebody reprimands you for drinking bottled water or driving an SUV, ask them if they have kids. If they do, then point out that THEY’RE a big part of the problem: http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg20126994.200-children-come-with-a-high-carbon-cost.html
Back to work on the short story today. Sort of. Still spinning my wheels on this scene. Seriously, I feel like I’m playing some videogame and my character is caught in one of those inescapable rooms. I know there’s got to be a way out of here but, for the life of me, I can’t find it. Somebody help me out here so that I can move on and fight the final boss.