Amos is still sick. After taking him to the vet and giving him his meds for the duration of his script, he is back to square one. I am going to start paying myself to look at my own dog and shrug my shoulders. I feel profanity coming on. LOTS of it. My house looks like red dye was put into a squirt gun and just randomly shot at the floor. Whats worse is he won’t let me anywhere near him because when he comes to me, I grab a tissue to wipe his nose and mouth with, and that is apparently a canine sin. I can’t deal with this heartache anymore.

   Wesley is sick. He had a fever this morning, but I made him go to school anyway so the nurse would call me and then I can go and get him, you know the drill. I had to explain to him that this is the way you have to do things when you have less “sick” days than you should for this time in the year. Then I had to explain to him that 10 is not old enough to stay at home alone all day. I decided not to touch the issue about wearing long jean shorts on a cool day.