Yesterday was CoCo's second visit to the Vet. She got all her shots. Her eye is better and she got her first dose of Vantage Point, a multi-wondered topical treatment that knocks out fleas, ticks, worms and heart worms all in one. (How ever if your pet has an erection that lasts longer than 4 hours you should immediately contact your Vet.) Phew! Thank God, CoCo is female.
Being a converted Democrat, I even signed her up for National Health Care (no just a wellness plan that is affordable and acts as pet health insurance). She hasn't reacted too well to the shots and is not quite herself. But then I wouldn't do to well after three shots, blood being drawn and some banana flavored de-worming medicine being squirted down my throat. Oh and she is negative for Feline leukemia and Feline AIDs. Gone are the days when you petted your kitty, fed your kitty, played with your kitty and didn't worry about all these horrors that, like razorblades in Halloween apples, have suddenly appeared.
I sadly left CoCo yesterday, all alone and sleeping, because I had to attend an epoch event in the the wide world of sports. I was to witness the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat because today was Josh's last T-ball game of the season! I arrived to pick up Josh and his posse, Sam, Uncle Brian and Aunt 'Ca (Becca). The boys quickly threw on their shoes. Sam promptly, as usual, put his on the wrong feet but after I deftly pointed out his error he corrected it and said, " Is that right now Papa?" I said, "no that's correct." Sam replies, "Oh Man!" We laughed and got in the Granny's red rocket (her new Town and Country van) and proceeded to the mini-baseball field at the YMCA.
A 2 foot high midget came to bat, was held aloft by the opposing teams coach, hit the ball towards the pitcher (Josh), was put down by the coach and ran directly to center field instead of first base. Wow! A whole season has past and the little squirt still doesn't know where the bases are. Everyone had a good laugh, Josh caught the ball threw it to first and the game continued. After several good fielding plays and four good hits by Josh, the game was over and the coach announced that he had forgotten to bring the pictures and the trophies for the season.
Josh obviously didn't understand because he wandered away from us and went up to the coach and said, "where is my trophy?" He came away a little sad and perplexed that the Titan of of his baseball affections had let him down just when Josh was ready to puff out his little chest and receive his reward for overcoming boredom in the field and actually learning to play T-ball (Josh did a lot studious weeding of the crabgrass when he first began playing).
All proceeded as planned from that point. We all had lunch (except Josh, he hardly ate). After multiple attempts at getting 2 young boys to take a nap, we got back in the red rocket and and flew down to Charleston to the Aquarium. We parked, walked and half ran (Sam had to pee) to the Aquarium, ran up the steps, entered and the first thing we saw was some fish. Gotcha! You would think that would be what we would see in an Aquarium but the first thing we saw was a huge live Bald Eagle roosting in a cage.
Anyway, we saw the fish, we saw the eels, we saw the salamanders, snakes, otters, sharks, heron's, frogs, more fish and and a statue of a large green cartoonish frog which everyone had their pictures taken with and then we all ended up in, you guessed it, the gift shop. The boys got dolphin hats and a sharks face respectively that they immediately affixed to their wee faces and heads and we proceeded to the parking garage and once again the cozy confines of Granny's red rocket.
We sped up I-26 pulled into Texas Roadhouse where the boys delighted in throwing peanuts on the floor and in the buckets provided. They ate practical nothing, visited the bathroom 300 times, acted like the Aquarium otter let loose in a restaurant full of people, got chastised by Becca, Granny, Brian and myself, ignored us and totally enjoyed themselves. Back to the rocket, up the road, into the house, into the bath, kisses, hugs and into their little beds. Lights out and two rapscallions tucked away and sleeping soundly. Granny and I limped home in the red rocket, watched Law and Order (Where, when? I never saw any Law or Order all day!) and hit the sack.
Now its Sunday. I slept late, have my coffee and CoCo is full of herself once again. You know, 37 years ago, I took Mary on our first date. I was trying to impress her. She sure impressed me in her purple hot pants and boots. I took her to see what I thought would be a movie that would impress upon her my elevated intellectual tastes. We both yawned our way through the movie, "A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich." Yesterday was, " A Day in the Life of Papa Shannon" and guess what? I'm still yawning but I love the two little characters in my movie far better than any character in that first movie. Josh and Sam. My two little stars! Twinkle twinkle little stars...
Oh yes, I forgot UGA VI died. Lets all think of John as he mourns the passing of The University of Georgia's mascot. Hey get a Labrador, they live longer.
Being a converted Democrat, I even signed her up for National Health Care (no just a wellness plan that is affordable and acts as pet health insurance). She hasn't reacted too well to the shots and is not quite herself. But then I wouldn't do to well after three shots, blood being drawn and some banana flavored de-worming medicine being squirted down my throat. Oh and she is negative for Feline leukemia and Feline AIDs. Gone are the days when you petted your kitty, fed your kitty, played with your kitty and didn't worry about all these horrors that, like razorblades in Halloween apples, have suddenly appeared.
I sadly left CoCo yesterday, all alone and sleeping, because I had to attend an epoch event in the the wide world of sports. I was to witness the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat because today was Josh's last T-ball game of the season! I arrived to pick up Josh and his posse, Sam, Uncle Brian and Aunt 'Ca (Becca). The boys quickly threw on their shoes. Sam promptly, as usual, put his on the wrong feet but after I deftly pointed out his error he corrected it and said, " Is that right now Papa?" I said, "no that's correct." Sam replies, "Oh Man!" We laughed and got in the Granny's red rocket (her new Town and Country van) and proceeded to the mini-baseball field at the YMCA.
A 2 foot high midget came to bat, was held aloft by the opposing teams coach, hit the ball towards the pitcher (Josh), was put down by the coach and ran directly to center field instead of first base. Wow! A whole season has past and the little squirt still doesn't know where the bases are. Everyone had a good laugh, Josh caught the ball threw it to first and the game continued. After several good fielding plays and four good hits by Josh, the game was over and the coach announced that he had forgotten to bring the pictures and the trophies for the season.
Josh obviously didn't understand because he wandered away from us and went up to the coach and said, "where is my trophy?" He came away a little sad and perplexed that the Titan of of his baseball affections had let him down just when Josh was ready to puff out his little chest and receive his reward for overcoming boredom in the field and actually learning to play T-ball (Josh did a lot studious weeding of the crabgrass when he first began playing).
All proceeded as planned from that point. We all had lunch (except Josh, he hardly ate). After multiple attempts at getting 2 young boys to take a nap, we got back in the red rocket and and flew down to Charleston to the Aquarium. We parked, walked and half ran (Sam had to pee) to the Aquarium, ran up the steps, entered and the first thing we saw was some fish. Gotcha! You would think that would be what we would see in an Aquarium but the first thing we saw was a huge live Bald Eagle roosting in a cage.
Anyway, we saw the fish, we saw the eels, we saw the salamanders, snakes, otters, sharks, heron's, frogs, more fish and and a statue of a large green cartoonish frog which everyone had their pictures taken with and then we all ended up in, you guessed it, the gift shop. The boys got dolphin hats and a sharks face respectively that they immediately affixed to their wee faces and heads and we proceeded to the parking garage and once again the cozy confines of Granny's red rocket.
We sped up I-26 pulled into Texas Roadhouse where the boys delighted in throwing peanuts on the floor and in the buckets provided. They ate practical nothing, visited the bathroom 300 times, acted like the Aquarium otter let loose in a restaurant full of people, got chastised by Becca, Granny, Brian and myself, ignored us and totally enjoyed themselves. Back to the rocket, up the road, into the house, into the bath, kisses, hugs and into their little beds. Lights out and two rapscallions tucked away and sleeping soundly. Granny and I limped home in the red rocket, watched Law and Order (Where, when? I never saw any Law or Order all day!) and hit the sack.
Now its Sunday. I slept late, have my coffee and CoCo is full of herself once again. You know, 37 years ago, I took Mary on our first date. I was trying to impress her. She sure impressed me in her purple hot pants and boots. I took her to see what I thought would be a movie that would impress upon her my elevated intellectual tastes. We both yawned our way through the movie, "A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich." Yesterday was, " A Day in the Life of Papa Shannon" and guess what? I'm still yawning but I love the two little characters in my movie far better than any character in that first movie. Josh and Sam. My two little stars! Twinkle twinkle little stars...
Oh yes, I forgot UGA VI died. Lets all think of John as he mourns the passing of The University of Georgia's mascot. Hey get a Labrador, they live longer.
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