Lotte's Sketchbook

I found this on my friend Betsy's blog. Now, I'm not ashamed to say I have awful taste, but I occasionally like things that others like or others like things I like, but whatever. I like this Lotte. (you have to click on the title--I just figured this out! Wow, when I look back at my first post, it's pretty amazing how much I've learned about this whole blog thing! I'm feeling just a teensy bit smart today).

Okay--Daisy, the cute cute dog, and I are off to the vet once again for more ($) tests. What is great is that she seems just fine. Wonderful, actually. She seems better than she has seemed in months. I'm sure it's the antibiotics, but she must not have been feeling well forever, because she is so much better than she was before she was sick, if that makes any sense at all. We're going to discuss last week's x-rays, and do another blood test and who knows what else. Oh, and I have to bring in a pee sample. Yep. The joys of dog ownership. I'll just let you use your imagination... Hopefully, the diet change will tell them something and help them narrow down which disease she has, if any. I'm hoping for none. I wonder if the odds of none are better than the odds of the world ending last Tuesday--I heard they were 1 in 100. So, if you bet on that and win, what do you get?

After the vet, I have these grand visions of a hike--it's a little chilly and possibly rainy and I'm sure much of Portland is at the wonderously hideous Rose Festival, so the hills might be somewhat deserted--my favorite time to hike--but also, I'd like to paint the office, and pull out part of the parking strip and plant anything but grass there, and weed the front beds, and space out the leeks and plant the broccoli. Oh yeah, and grade the term projects from my kids. That, and search google for the papers that they nicked off the web. Oh, I'm so pessimistic and bitter.