Loki has advanced liver disease. The western veterinary establishment views this as a death sentence, but I'm holding out for the restorative powers of a low protein, low fat diet. And acupuncture, vitamins, and the herbs she is getting. Her appetite continues to be low, but she is hungry at least once daily. She is still jaundiced, but her spirits are good and her energy seems to be up. This really sucks.
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I've been hanging out lately with my friend Fudge Christine. She lives in my neighborhood and works for Portland Public Schools, so she has some free time, as it is summer. Most importantly, she is willing to eat middle eastern food almost every day. I have someone to join me in quelling an insatiable need for hummus. Yesterday I went over to her house to drag her to the neighborhood hummus joint, and she was painting a room. So I had to wait for her. I do not know why she was painting, as it was 4564674849 degrees outside, but whatev. I was impatient so I started snooping around her house for some books to read. She gave me Chuck Klosterman's book about visiting places rock stars died. At about the same time, she changed her clothes and spritzed her underarms with something in a can.
"This," she said seriously, "is for you."
I wasn't sure of she was hitting on me or what, so I just told her I was starving to death and she had better hurry up. We had a nice lunch which culminated in a trip to the yuppie dogfood store, where I got Loki some toys (supposedly indestructible toys, which she had chewed up in the first 15 minutes of me giving them to her). We then browsed some shoes at the yuppie shoe store. After that, Fudge Christine needed to get a hot cup of coffee during the hottest part of the day. She said something about having to go to a puppet show later on with her man, who has some sort of thing about puppets, and this was somehow connected to her need to drink a hot cup of coffee during the hottest part of the day. I expected her to burst into flames when she took her first sip, but alas, she didn't, so I had to drive her home.
We talked some about how I hate hipsters even more than I hate hippies, mostly because they are mean. This segued into a curious discussion of some of our friends, and lastly, we tried to figure out where we were on the hipster scale. Conclusion? Dorks.
I wonder how her puppet show went. I could really use a dish of hummus.
Remind me to tell you what I think about Chuck Klosterman.
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