Some very scary news this morning out of Dublin. There was a fire at the St James’s Gate Brewery brewery. Fortunately, while two firefighters were injured, it appears that the fire occurred in an empty storage building, so no beer was harmed. Likewise, the Guinness Storehouse tourist center was unscathed. Thank goodness for that. Everybody know that Santa stops off at the Gravity Bar for a pint or two when he’s done delivering presents on Christmas Eve.
Yesterday was our office Christmas Party, which we have at a nearby “Pizza Pub.” I’m generally not much for parties, I did see an infomercial (couldn’t hear it, but I could see it) for the Rockwell Jawhorse, which looks pretty nifty, and would come in very handy for trying to work alone (especially if you add the “Plywood Jaw”). So, I may have to order one of those suckers.
I’m pretty beat this morning, having gotten almost no sleep last night (which seems to be more the norm these days than the exception). One of the dogs apparently pulled a muscle or tweaked something yesterday, with the result being loud yelps when ever he tries to move. So, every time he rolled over or moved last night, he squealed. Not only did that keep me up, but it freaked out the other dog, who was panting and shaking like a leaf all night. I’m definitely running on empty this morning, and this promises to be one helluva long day.
That’s one reason I don’t let the dogs on the bed. Though they make noise on the floor too. Someone was just telling me that’s how 3 Dog Night got their name.
I recommend that you re-visit the Pizza Pub and make sure that you didn’t leave anything behind.
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pulled muscle dogger,
yup we went through that last month with Jax.
poor guy was hurting for weeks but finally recovered
try a heating pad if he’ll lay there with it and doggie vitamins
Well, the dogs aren’t normally on the bed – they have their own Kuranda beds in our bedroom. Unfortunately, Fritz (the uninjured one) was terrified by his big brother’s anguish, and I didn’t have the heart to yell at him for being scared (and that just scares him more anyway).
Siggy (the older fella who was hurting ) was in his own bed, but I can’t bear for him to be in pain, so there was no sleeping for me. He tends to do this every now and again, though he’s usually good if he gets out to the park every day. Last night was worse than usual. Don’t know what he did to himself (he kind of stiffens up when he doesn’t move – which I can relate to). He’s 11 now, so I guess a few aches and pains are to be expected.
You’d never know it from the way he runs around at the park, though. Especially in the snow – it makes him act like a puppy.
Not sure he’d sit still for a heating pad, SJ (hard to tell what, exactly, hurts, too). Sometimes I’ll give him an aspirin. He seemed a bit better by the time I left this morning, though he was still hurting. Hopefully he’ll get some good rest today (wish I could say the same).
I’d much rather it was me who was in pain than one of the boys.
Goodbye to Arnold Stang
🙁 :gate:
Roomba Ranger
Poor Siggy. I hope he feels better soon.
Oh Siggy, feel better, pal. Are you sure he doesn’t need some strong pain meds? Poor fella. Siggy needs the public option!
I think Siggy has single payer. :pup: