Another weekend and another post. At least I'm getting it in at the beginning of the week this time. It's a quiet Saturday morning here. Dreary and awaiting more snow but that's just life in February in this little corner of the world. I'm spending it curled up on the couch wrapped in a blanket with a hot cup of coffee (doctored), my netbook, and two hounds snoozing (no snores... yet).
On the writing front, I wish I could say I've made progress on my own work but I really haven't. Nor have I made progress on edits for Asrion or the read through for Amazon. Sorry guys... just been one of those weeks. But I have been doing some proofreading/galley edits for Amazon's publisher. From my perspective it's interesting to see how this stuff works. I've done two short stories for them and just got my first novel to proof before next Friday. A good challenge for me. This weekend I also got a story from Amazon to beta read. Very excited for that one. I love reading her stuff. (Yeah, that may have made her blush but oh well... she's done it to me enough, that's for certain).
So why the lack of any sort of progress? It's a bitter sweet weekend around here. One of the hounds, Moof, hasn't been feeling well for a while but it's all been typical greyhound ailments so I thought nothing of it. Been there; done that. This week it progressed to seizures. So after some testing and consulting with multiple vets the diagnosis is intestinal cancer. I knew going into adopting greys that they are prone to this disease in its various forms. It's something I've been witness to among family and friends already so once the initial panic attack fades I know what to expect. And I pretty much always knew what I would do if one of my boys got to this point. All treatments are invasive, painful, scary, and unlikely to help much even in controlling symptoms. Not something I can put the pup through. So as of Monday morning he gets to sleep.
Moof is pretty sure he's going to get his puppy angel wings and no one really doubts it. He always has been the one who loves everyone and knows they love him. At least he's sure they all love him. *grin* His brother, Dozer, might dispute that on occasion but only in that typical brotherly way. He'll be adjusting to only puppy status again... I just hope he doesn't revert back to being anti-social chicken dog again. We've made such progress the last four years. But for right now the two of them are snuggled up together.
So now I'm going to go back to snuggling with pups and do some beta reading... because that always makes me smile. Those of you with pets, give them a pet/ear-scratch/snuggle/treat/whatever is appropriate for who they are and enjoy your weekend.
SK
On the writing front, I wish I could say I've made progress on my own work but I really haven't. Nor have I made progress on edits for Asrion or the read through for Amazon. Sorry guys... just been one of those weeks. But I have been doing some proofreading/galley edits for Amazon's publisher. From my perspective it's interesting to see how this stuff works. I've done two short stories for them and just got my first novel to proof before next Friday. A good challenge for me. This weekend I also got a story from Amazon to beta read. Very excited for that one. I love reading her stuff. (Yeah, that may have made her blush but oh well... she's done it to me enough, that's for certain).
So why the lack of any sort of progress? It's a bitter sweet weekend around here. One of the hounds, Moof, hasn't been feeling well for a while but it's all been typical greyhound ailments so I thought nothing of it. Been there; done that. This week it progressed to seizures. So after some testing and consulting with multiple vets the diagnosis is intestinal cancer. I knew going into adopting greys that they are prone to this disease in its various forms. It's something I've been witness to among family and friends already so once the initial panic attack fades I know what to expect. And I pretty much always knew what I would do if one of my boys got to this point. All treatments are invasive, painful, scary, and unlikely to help much even in controlling symptoms. Not something I can put the pup through. So as of Monday morning he gets to sleep.
Moof is pretty sure he's going to get his puppy angel wings and no one really doubts it. He always has been the one who loves everyone and knows they love him. At least he's sure they all love him. *grin* His brother, Dozer, might dispute that on occasion but only in that typical brotherly way. He'll be adjusting to only puppy status again... I just hope he doesn't revert back to being anti-social chicken dog again. We've made such progress the last four years. But for right now the two of them are snuggled up together.
So now I'm going to go back to snuggling with pups and do some beta reading... because that always makes me smile. Those of you with pets, give them a pet/ear-scratch/snuggle/treat/whatever is appropriate for who they are and enjoy your weekend.
SK
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