Update on the Whisker Cat

Whiskers did not enjoy the move to Nebraska one bit.  What I mean is, she did not enjoy the drive.  She was sedated nicely for the trip but she would wake up from time to time, realize she was still in the car, remember she did not like it, and yowl for a few minutes before going back to sleep.

Once she got to the new apartment, though, she was fine.  She loves the big windows that look out on the parking lot because there is a lot more to look at than there was in our old place.  Isaac likes them, too.

Whiskers is on a diet because she now weighs a little over 12 lbs.  She is actually not unhappy about the diet.  She is generally a happy cat.

Packing

Me (trying to pack): Geez, Isaac, why do we need so much stuff to go away for a week?

Isaac: Don't ask me. I'd be fine without half this crap. I don't need the nail clippers, the ear cleaner, the tooth brush, the comb...."

What's New?

I haven't blogged in a long time.  Lots has been going on, I've been busy, and I guess I just haven't felt like blogging.

What's new?

• I moved.  I move to Nebraska.  I've been here almost three months now and I like it a lot but wow.  What a change!  Why I moved is kind of a long story and it will be a post of its own.
• Next week I am going to court, small claims court, suing my former landlord for a number of things.  I will wait to write about it until after the case is heard, but part of it relates to my service dog and part of it relates to being disabled.  It's why I moved, or at least a big part of why.
• Isaac got a scratch on his eyeball and his eye got infected.  He's fine now but he had to get antibiotic eye drops and some other eye drops and he did not care for that at all.  
• Whiskers is on a diet.  She has officially been declared a fat cat and our new vet here in Nebraska recommended she go on a diet.  She actually doesn't seem to mind too much.
• I have perfected a new dog treat recipe, Chicken and Apple flavor treats.  I'll share the recipe in a later post.

Follow Up on the Access Dispute at the Nursing Home

I recently wrote about going to visit a former neighbor at the nursing home where he now lives. 

The following morning, I called and asked to speak with the director of nursing.  It took two days to actually get to speak with her and by then the nurse that had denied me access had already shared her side of the story with her boss.

The director of nursing told me that they had had someone bring a pet dog to the nursing home recently and the pet dog bit someone in the dining room.  After that, staff were told not to let dogs in the dining room, but that edict was not meant to refer to service dogs, only to pets.  She said the nurse in question did not understand this and thought that no dogs were allowed.

I believe the nurse thought she was right.  However, she was really rude about it and I did stress that to the director of nursing.

The director of nursing told me there was a staff meeting already scheduled for the end of the week and that she would be adding the topic of service dogs to the agenda.

You Can't Pet That Dog!

Today at the grocery store there were two young girls, maybe 8 and 10, doing cartwheels in the frozen food aisle. When Isaac and I walked by them, I heard one of them say "Oh, look at the dog!"

The other girl spoke right up and said "You can't pet that dog, that's a service dog!" I love it when kids know that.

Although I do think the frozen food aisle is not the best place to do cartwheels.