Samsara

So when Rusty was dropped at the shelter, the droppers assumed the shelter would have him put down because he was riddled with mange. Sue, the director at the shelter, did the proper thing first, which is took him to a vet, had him dipped and medicated, and eventually the mange cleared up. By the time we picked him up, almost all of his fur had grown back.

But... I think the mange is coming back. :/ He has patches on his head where the hair is missing, and the skin is pink and irritated.

I'm not going to freak out about this because I have a plethora of information an resources at my disposal to handle this. A) I have a bunch of the pills that the vet originally gave him, and instructions on how he should take them. B) I have a bunch of cedar oil products that my father sells specifically for use on pets to treat things like mange. C) Mange is a lot like scabies, and if you recall there was a scabies outbreak at my husband's place of work so we learned all about how to prevent and treat that at home (sulphur!). D) Worst case scenario we break the bank taking him to a vet for medicated dips.

This isn't going to be a problem. It might be expensive, but he's part of our family now, and we'll do what we have to do.

I'm just wondering: have any of you ever had a dog with mange? Do you know anyone who has? Do you know how they treated it? If chemicals worked I'd be all over that, but it seems like they didn't work this time, and from what I've read around the internet it seems like they don't work in general, so home remedies are actually the better option this time (not just me being an anti-chemical hippie).

Thoughts?

-So have I already bitched here about being blocked from all social media at work? Cause that happened, which really sucks.

-But the book release party on Friday was AWESOME. So many people came to show their support and celebrate with us, I felt bad I didn't get to talk much to a lot of people :( But I signed my first books ohmygawd so now, I'm like, a real author!!! ;D

-But then there was the News that didn't come as a surprise: my older brother is probably getting a divorce. He found out about a month ago that his wife had been cheating on him for over a year (yes, that means while she was a bridesmaid in my wedding). I had known he'd kicked her out of the apartment for a few weeks, but I guess she weaseled her way back in but was saying shit like "i don't know if I love you enough" "I don't know if we can make this work" blah blah blah. He also found an email on her computer last week from Karen to a friend saying "I miss him" and the friend said "it's his birthday soon, you should send a gift." WHAT the hell? They went to a marriage counselor a few times, but I guess last week Adam (rightfully) pushed the issue and Karen said she wanted a divorce. My mind is blown- not by their getting a divorce, but by the fact that a person could be so fucking two-faced, being in my wedding party, spending Christmas with us, accepting gifts from us, and having the BALLS to tell me when I was having a fight with Jared "oh you can call me to talk whenever!" Ugh. I'm disgusted and enraged. But mostly I just want my brother to be happy. I know he still (thinks he?) loves her, but he's accepting that this might be the only way for him to have a happy marriage... with someone else.

-But to sandwich with some good news, I've been contacting various fantasy/fairytale magazines to see if they'd like review copies of TPaL, and I've gotten some bites! Next time I publish (Winter 2011!) I hope I'll have proof copies out ahead of time.

-I have to work from 8:30 to 7 Monday through Thursday this week to cover taking off this Friday. Sometimes I hate my job. I'd rather just lose a day of pay, you know? My LIFE is not this effin' office job. I'm a wife, too, and HEY a person with passions, and an author who needs to write. I also have to work till 7 Tuesday and Wednesday next week because I took a half day that Friday to go to a co-workers wedding. And before and after I go to Israel I have to work 8:30 to 8:30 all week. Did I mention we don't get overtime? Yeah, that's illegal, I know. But they just move the hours around to the hours you missed.

-But some good news: we're going to be talking with a realtor when I get back from Israel! Housey house we're a-comin' to find you!

That is all. :|