I'm so in the wrong business

If only I weren't so squeamish, or far too soft-hearted and thin-skinned for the business, I could have been a vet.

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I took today as a vacation day so I could take Derry in to have his lump checked. Poor "little" bear. (Not so little, he's gained 0.6 pounds since the end of March.)

Anyway, the vet really thinks it's just (another) fatty lump, but of course I had the needle aspirate done. I couldn't not do it. $40 for a "brief" exam, then $45 for the needle aspirate itself, never mind the $126 charge for the testing. For $258.32, taxes included, that sample had better come back as benign.

Derry earlier this morning, before the trip to the dreaded vet.

 

 

As for his weight -- oy. He's like me, he just looks at food and gains. I'd recently (a few weeks ago) cut back his favourite junky canned food by half and am noticing he's eating less, because he's not as fond of anything else. If that doesn't do it, I'll have to cut it out altogether and let him eat only the ProPlan. (Which he will eat when he's genuinely hungry.) I can't let him keep gaining, though, and he really needs to lose at least 2 pounds.

And to switch topics, I just had to post this pic. Look what happened when I peeled off the green tape yesterday. ::Rolling my eyes::

Ha! I admit my first reaction wasn't one of humour, more of utter frustration and defeat, that everything I try in this house seemingly turns out like crap. I felt cursed and certainly did a lot of cursing! However, after a pity party of about 15 minutes or so, I saw the silliness of the whole thing and started to laugh. It was very muggy yesterday, so what could I expect, painting and then taking the tape off right away?

Anyway, it didn't take very long today to do touch-ups with a small brush. Four coats and it's fine, ready for "real" paint.

But no more little projects for me!  :-)

Peace.