Ella Beast : April 2004

Her master's scalpel

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RCA Victor Conehead Dog
I used to think that dogs with their heads wrapped in plastic cones were the most comically ridiculous sight imaginable. That was until last night, when I came home from work to see Ella in her cone in the wake of her spaying.

There is only one sight more pathetic and heartwrenching than a dog with her head wrapped in a plastic cone. That's a dog with her head wrapped in a plastic cone, stoned on painkillers and barely able to move.

When I say barely able to move, I don't mean that she couldn't stand up if she wanted to. It just didn't occur to her. When we stood her up to see if she wanted water, she just stood there for several minutes until we sat her down again.

We piled pillows around her for comfort last night, and to support her head, while she variously sat, stood or lay on the living room floor. We watched the Chris Rock HBO special on DVR, but it felt like a betrayal to laugh at anything while Ella was so miserable. Laura fed Ella water from a little glass mixing bowl that was small enough to fit inside the cone.

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Ella and Spy vs. Spy

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Separated at birth?

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The spayed club

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This morning we walked Ella to her new vet (recommended by close friends with pets in Astoria) and stayed with her through a quick exam. Then we, er, left her. She's being spayed as we speak. Laura was quite distressed as we left the vet and worries that Ella will resent us when she picks her up later today. I assured her that Ella would still love us, even if she's in discomfort later, though now, thinking about the poor dog on the operating table, I'm getting pretty squirmy myself.

The vet and the techs were very reassuring, though. Ella's in good hands, dammit.

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Hello, Ella!

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Ella and mirror
And here's the lucky dog! Oh, wait, that's a picture of Ella.

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Sleepless in Seattle

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It's not like I have insomnia or anything, but I'm pretty sleepy and am just trying to keep my eyes open until my flight boards in an hour or so. I'm sitting in the departure lounge at Sea-Tac, empty Starbucks cafe latte (grande) cup next to me, waiting for the two-hour flight that will carry me to San Francisco for a five-hour flight to JFK. I've been up for about seven hours already, having driven here from Portland this morning in my rental car. Whole lotta travel still ahead, and I'm not forgetting the car trip from JFK home. Tired tired tired.

It's been a good trip, though. I had three-plus days in San Francisco at the 2004 Joint Conference on Mumblety-Mumble Mum. Tech support in our exhibit booth, web site demos, sessions on the ramifications of new legislation for this and that. Yada yada yada. I did get to catch up with some current and former coworkers, which was nice. Even better, I saw my brother (not the one in Iraw) and his wife one night for great pan-Asian food at the E&O Trading Company. I saw my cousin and her husband another night, and I finally met the five kids that weren't yet born last time I visited. And had a great, great Burmese lunch with [info]curmudgeon, who also dragged me (well, "drag" would be a strong word) to her local used bookstore where I bought more books than I could really carry in my luggage.

Late Friday I flew to Seattle, where I crashed with my pal Dr. Gabe, a pediatrician late of the Bronx. We had breakfast at Mae's, which was the one place in Seattle I needed needed to visit. That's other than the Westin downtown for the Nebula Awards banquet, of course.

I arrived at the Westin in the afternoon and ran into friends right off the bat. Then I was found by Joe and Gay Haldeman, and I sat down for a drink with them (Balvenie Double Wood for me) for half an hour or so. Then that little gathering merged with another little one that included Harlan Ellison, and, as Gordon Van Gelder put it, I was Harlaned for the first time. I did my best not to fawn, but it was cool.

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Ella

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In happier news, Laura has met a happy, house-trained, six-month-old soft-coated wheaten terrier puppy in the suburbs of Chicago and will in all likelihood be bringing her home to Queens at the end of the week. Her current humans are sad to give her up because she's such a good dog, but have realized they are simply not able to keep up with her because of their age. A happy day for us!

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Ella's Friends' Books!

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