Buster had a seizure last Friday night. He sprang right up after it was over and jumped in the cab when I took him to the 24 hour emergency vet. It cost a fortune to keep him overnight and give him some blood tests. I have insurance that will help defray some of the costs. My dad has offered to pay for the rest.
The vet said that it was too late in his life to be epilepsy, and I have to face the possibility of a malignant brain tumor. Poor little guy. I'm holding off on the MRI stuff until I see when he has another seizure.
Buster's a bit too friendly around other people. He jumps them and really gets on them, but he's fine around me. I don't have many people over, so all of that is okay. When he was a puppy, I remember that whenever I would yell, "Goddammit!" in frustration over something or other, and I do that a lot, I would make a point to say to Buster real lovingly, "Not you Buster!" and I would pet him. It got to the point that whenever I would say, "Goddammit!" he would get real close and start wagging his tail, because he knew that it was time for me to pet him. So I inadvertently trained an emotional support dog.
I started on the pencil work on issue twelve tonight. I did work on five pages and a little work on a page further along. This is the stage where I really have to get after the pencil work so that I can have something in front of me to work on further. I will try to really get on it for the next two weeks and see where I am at the end of that period.
I decided to try to get after the guitar playing more than I have been as well. I wrote a song last Friday. It's called, "Hey There Titty Dancer." So that's eight songs for "Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band." That's the album I'll do after some time after I record, "Self Portrait of Me."
The vet said that it was too late in his life to be epilepsy, and I have to face the possibility of a malignant brain tumor. Poor little guy. I'm holding off on the MRI stuff until I see when he has another seizure.
Buster's a bit too friendly around other people. He jumps them and really gets on them, but he's fine around me. I don't have many people over, so all of that is okay. When he was a puppy, I remember that whenever I would yell, "Goddammit!" in frustration over something or other, and I do that a lot, I would make a point to say to Buster real lovingly, "Not you Buster!" and I would pet him. It got to the point that whenever I would say, "Goddammit!" he would get real close and start wagging his tail, because he knew that it was time for me to pet him. So I inadvertently trained an emotional support dog.
I started on the pencil work on issue twelve tonight. I did work on five pages and a little work on a page further along. This is the stage where I really have to get after the pencil work so that I can have something in front of me to work on further. I will try to really get on it for the next two weeks and see where I am at the end of that period.
I decided to try to get after the guitar playing more than I have been as well. I wrote a song last Friday. It's called, "Hey There Titty Dancer." So that's eight songs for "Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band." That's the album I'll do after some time after I record, "Self Portrait of Me."
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