Puppy Monday

I loooooove puppies. What wouldn't I do for a puppy. You all-equine vets are MISSING OUT!!! Look at these little twits! I had barely finished teaching anesthesiology (students presented cases the last hour, impressed me!) and a couple of guys came in having literallly watched a &*@(%Y@ (insert bad word(s) of your choice) dump these pups on the side of the road. He got a plate number as well and I will do what I can with it. But anyway, I couldn't send them to a crowded shelter and the pup rescue in ABQ would have charged him about $110 to take them, so I figured I would keep them for a few days, spread the word, and then take them to ABQ myself this weekend if they couldn't all get adopted out. They are just too little and too innocent to not get good homes. They are cuddly little ragdoll pups that lay on their backs in your hands and occasionally grunt. They melt me to pieces. So far three are adopted out. Three more to go! Come on folks!


Other news... it's Monday again and I remember why I'm here. I wonder if there is some sort of seasonal affective disorder that goes weekly/weekend rather than seasonal. If so, I think I have it. I do love puppies. Today I also discovered that old yellow labs that are 7/9 BCS may have an interesting little skin roll along the trachea that looks kind of like a jugular but isn't. No blood in it. Anatomy Janel, anatomy. The afternoon was loaded with vaccine appointments and puppy adoptions, and a nice snowstorm. It's a little bizarre here in the canyons. There are 3 climates going to and from work. Snowstorm - clear skies - snowstorm or the other way around. I got back home and it was nice and clear. I was locked out of my house again, but not being sick, sleep-deprived and 11 PM returning from Flagstaff, I didn't mind driving over to the maintenance guy's house and telling him he needed to come over and break in my back door again. The post-Flagstaff lock-out is another story. 10 PM already I need to hit some hay. Need to run around and visit my llama in the AM and then pick up pups from foster homes. My friend Jess and I have mentally started the "Nab-a-Nav-a-WOOF" foundation. What say you?