I would like to leave for San Diego on May 15th, so anything you purchase from my Etsy shop from now until then will go to my trip. It feels important to me to visit the place where I got him and gain some sort of closure. I need this road trip.
Every day I will post new art until I leave, and will document my trip while I'm on it.
This is Finney on Monday in all his wooly goodness. He missed his last grooming appointment because he was having stomach upset, (Now he is on ID food from the vet which is very bland and low fat. Plus he gets boiled chicken. It's not to loose weight but to keep his pancreas happy.) Holding him is the owner of Petzstyle.com who comes to our house in a van and grooms the babies right there. Better for them to feel more secure being close to home and she is excellent at what she does.
This is Finney after. He looks like he lost 3 Finneys! He has to be groomed every 5 weeks or he puffs up like a bear. Which is cute, but he can walk better with less hair. So now we can measure him for his wheelies that we will get at EddiesWheels.com.
For more photos of the Finney haircut, including cute cute pics in the van, become a Finney Sponsor! Receive a print and access to the private Fur Baby Blog. All procedes go to the care of my babies including constant medication and now wheels for Finn.
The specialist believes that Finney’s problems are not due to a tumor or a *current* infection. Yay! Those were my big worries. Since Finney is happy and not in any pain, his neurological problem shouldn’t adversely affect his quality of life - at all. His other medical problems (such as his mild pancreatitis and reflux), seem to be under good control right now.
So, the quest to find Finney the perfect set of wheels begins! I have received a lot of recommendations about pet wheelchair makers from vets and vet techs, and have watched scores of videos, but if any of you have some personal experience that you think would help me make a better-informed decision for Finney, please LMK! Who knew there would be so many available options to choose from!
Thanks to every single one of you who have supported Finney with prayers, good wishes, and/or bought his print. We appreciate it more than you know!
All proceeds from the sale of this print will be used to help pay for Finney's medical bills. He is suffering from a deteriorating spinal problem that could be due to either an infection or tumor and needs to have an MRI. If he has an infection, he'll need chronic, probable life-long antibiotics, and will hopefully be fitted for a wheelchair.
If you have a mom, there is nowhere you are likely to go where a prayer has not already been. ~Robert Brault
Just because these fur babies didn't squeeze out of my vagina doesn't make me any less than a mother. I fret over them constantly. I wipe their eyes, make sure they eat, brush their teeth, worry they are bored, and on and on. My babies rule my life and make it worth living. They share my joys and my saddness and worry, especially gi, when I bang into things and curse loud. She'll always rush right over and glare at me like "jeez louize be careful. I rely on you!" I once kept a 700 a month apartment I couldn't afford so pooh the cat had a safe place to call home.
I sent my mom flowers and we'll skype later. I have live chat at 3:00 central (4 eastern, 1 pacific, I think) but mostly I will be doing what I have been doing the last few days is making dread extensions, dreading my hair and attaching them. Golly I have a lotta hair. Lots are done but right down the center of the back is not. I'll watch too many episodes of Law and Order SVU where I can watch Fin say "You have the right to an attorney and if you throw up in my car, I'll kill ya."
Tomorrow I paint. No errands, oh that's not true. Dog food/cat food, trader joes for milk and panda puffs. But that's later when the sun goes down. I am setting my alarm to wake me up at 7. It is the wOrst trying to get out of bed. I never want to no matter how fun the day might be. Walk dogs feed dogs put on clean sweats then go to the gym for 30 minutes on the bike. Order. Exercise. Routine. Then into studio, no shower, and get to it. I have to fix his face. Too much titan buff and I 'erased' much of the shading. Have to go back in with shadow colors. I am longing to work with oils, but Im in the middle of a class. I can't put too many new things onto them. And then it will take too long to dry and I want to beeswax this one.
Funny story, unrelated. Gigi got a little pissed at me when we made the transition from Beef stew and potatoes and carrots in the crock pot for her meals - to Evo Venison, and pooped right in front of me and started to eat it. I SWEAR. So Patricia now calls her Poo Face, and refers to everything as Poo-liscious. (I swear there's a stamp in that). And today I had a bag of Finney's poo to bring to the vet for a check up but had to run into the house to put the porch light on. While we were on the road in her car I looked down and said, "Where's finney's poo oh no I lost it." And without a beat Patricia says, "You are Poo-Less."
I thought you'd like that. At least I know Rafa will.