Introduction...

Since "everyone else has one", I've decided to conform and start my own blog. I may not always have witty thoughts or clever prose to write, but I am a firm believer in therapeutic writing. So I'd like to thank in advance, those of you willing to subject yourself to what may be at times extremely boring context. At best, I hope to every once in a while make you chuckle - even if you're laughing at me and not with me.

So far, my week has been quite ordinary and boring (I warned you). The highlight of my week happened this past Saturday morning around 7 AM. My husband and I just adopted the most beautiful Siberian Husky a little less than 2 weeks ago. Jango Fett (named by my husband from the character in Star Wars) is 2 years old and well, the poor guy had not been neutered. So Friday, I dropped off my boy to, well, have his balls cut off. While doing pre-op blood work, they noticed some of his levels were really off the charts. They suspected possible kidney trouble (which I'm happy to report turned out to only be a bladder infection.) Anyhow, in order to truly determine what the problem was, the vet told me that we had to bring in a urine sample (I have no idea why they didn't just catherize him while they had him under anesthesia). So Saturday morning, my husband and I set out to get a urine sample from our 50 lb dog. I already knew this wasn't going to be easy. Seriously, when I go for my yearly "oil change and tire rotation" as I affectionately refer to it, and the nurse hands me a teeny tiny cup to pee into, well, lets just say it's not without great effort, followed by lots of hand washing that I am able to give them a full cup. And I know what's going on, tend to have pretty good aim if I do say so myself, and I have control over my bladder. So, there we are at 7AM on a Saturday morning with Jango, following him around with a disposable lasagna pan (thank you kind lady from the vet's waiting room who gave me the idea) waiting for him to lift his leg. We followed him from bush, to fire hydrant to tree, to street light and back to a bush. As soon as that leg lifted, I cheered my husband on (come on, what good is having a husband if not to do the "icky" jobs ) as he shoved the pan under the dog and retrieved the specimen. He then handed me the pan and I carefully transfered the urine into the tiny vial that was provided. As my husband went to wash off his urine covered hands, I carefully placed the vial into a zip lock bag and then put that in our fridge, until I could deliver it later that morning. I'm sad to report, that so far, this was really the highlight of my week. Stay tuned, though. After all, life is a zoo.