This morning, after calling the dog into the house so that the rest of us could head out to VBS, I noticed that her fat blob on her right front leg was bleeding/oozing. Called vet and talked with one of the nurses, then called DH and told him what was going on. Ended up taking her in and leaving her there for the day while we ran to VBS, then to Charlottesville, then back, then to WalMart, then back home, then to podiatrist's office, then home, then to karate, then home.....in between all of that, called vets and got the update on DeAnna....the aspirations didn't show any malignant cells so they are going to go ahead and do surgery on her tomorrow to remove the blob on her front leg, the one near her anus, and give her a major dental cleaning.
Hopefully, everything will be okay with her - she is staying at the vets overnight. I will be calling them tomorrow after VBS is over to check on the status and we will set a time when I can pick her up.
SO, I'm exhausted, and we are starting to have issues with DN - belligerent mouthing off, laughing at my children (making fun of them), getting annoyed when I tell her she can't have yet ANOTHER soda. Then she made a comment that her parents said so and so....not sure why we were even on the topic....I asked her if she believed everything her parents told her and she said yes....she then asked me what I thought, and I told her. SHe told me I was wrong because her parents had said the exact opposite.....I had reached my limit and so I asked her how far her parents had gone in school and reminded her that I had a college degree and knew a bit more than her parents did. She accepted it, I think, but I'm tired of hearing that 2 high school dropouts told her things that are point-blank wrong...that they are allowing her to grow up on lies and falsehoods and half-truths....
She said she wanted to live with us, and when I reminded her that we had already talked to her parents and they had said no, she said she would run away and get here on her own. I told her that if she got here, we would just have to turn around and take her back home because she was still a minor and was under the authority of her parents. She did her typical "gah" snort and smirked at me.
Well, we;ve made it a bit beyond a week, and I'm starting to get tired of the crap that she dishes up, and which her parents apparently have allowed her to think are acceptable.
ANyway...just ranting and venting.....
Larisa