RED HOT ~ Writer’s Workshop (more)

1.) Who made you red hot this week?

This story from a local TV station’s website says it all. Who could be so cruel?

LOUISVILLE, Ky. (AP) — A day after plummeting 80 feet from the Clark Memorial Bridge into the Ohio River, “Sunny” the pit bull showed no signs of distress, apart from a swollen belly.
A white Chevy Malibu had stopped on the bridge in the southbound lanes, moments before Sunny’s plunge, said Kelsey Westbrook, the Joe’s Crab Shack server who took in the pooch and named her.
Sunny’s enlarged belly suggests she recently gave birth, Westbrook told The Courier-Journal.
“A person threw her over,” the University of Louisville senior said. “I guess somebody used her to breed and didn’t want to take care of her anymore.”
Workers at Joe’s Crab Shack were still talking a day later about the smacking sound Sunny made when she belly flopped onto the water during the afternoon of Sunday, July 26.
“It sounded like something hitting a wall,” restaurant server Bradley Cooper, 22, said of the noise that turned heads. “It was very, very loud.”
Westbrook and two other servers raced to the riverside to shout encouragement to the dog as it swam in circles a half mile way. At the sound of their voices, she said, the dog paddled toward them on the Kentucky side of the river. Louisville firefighters preparing for dive team training went out with their boat to get her some 20 feet from shore.
“I wanted to give her some hope, to let her know somebody was waiting for her,” Westbrook said. “I was afraid she would give up and drown.”
Diners erupted into applause as the dog, tail wagging, emerged from the skiff on a leash fashioned from nautical line, Cooper said.
“I was crying so hard, it was crazy,” Westbrook said. “I was ready to jump in the water and go after her.”
At riverside, Sunny scarfed down three hamburgers and lapped water from a crab bucket before going home to Westbrook’s Old Louisville apartment. There, the dog wolfed down five cups of Pedigree dog food.
“I laid with her and rubbed her belly for a while,” Westbrook said. “I am sure the fall for her was really painful.”
“It could not have been good for her,” said Louisville fire Capt. Troy Graviss, who pulled the dog from the Ohio’s currents. “Her tail was wagging. She was licking us.”
Sunny’s survival surprised Jackie Gulbe, the spokeswoman for Metro Animal Services. The manner of her disposal did not.
“We still live in a throwaway society. People have that attitude toward their pets,” Gulbe said, adding some 30,000 animals each year are found stray, dead, or wander their way to animal shelters.
On Tuesday, The National Humane Society of the United States announced that it offered a reward of up to $2,500 for information leading to the arrest of the person responsible for throwing the dog from the bridge.
Pit bulls account for one in four of 16,000 animals each year that arrive at the Metro Animal Services shelter, Gulbe said. The shelter turns no breed of animal away. Some animals are euthanized for lack of a good home. Others, including some pit bulls, are not fit for adoption.
“We take everything, but we can’t save them all,” Gulbe said. Pit bulls, she added “are a stylish breed, like an accessory,” that some owners soon tire of.
Sunny appears less than two years old, Westbrook said. The red pit bull with a white chest quickly befriended Nala, the two-year-old German Shepherd mix Westbrook said she adopted from a private shelter.
Without a backyard for Sunny to play in, Westbrook added she would like to help her find another home.
“I took the dog because I just wanted to help her,” the English literature major said. “I don’t ever want her to feel pain again.”

A Day in my Life ~ Mama Kat’s Writers’ Workshop

2.) A day in your life…recap.(inspired by Jennifer from Toddler Tirade)

3:15 am ~ Alarm goes off and I drag my butt through my morning “shower, eat toast, check email” routine. Consider fixing hair and putting on makeup, decide it’s too much effort.
4:00 am ~ Arrive at the hospital, make big pot of strong coffee even though I’m trying to cut back.

4:00 am – 11:30 am ~ Work, work, work like the Tasmanian Devil on meth. Don’t go to the bathroom, eat, drink, or speak in full sentences. Carry two pagers, each of while goes off about every 30 seconds. Carry cell phone which rings about every three minutes, with multiple text messages in between. Content of most calls and texts is, “Have you done blah blah yet?” to which I want to reply, “No, but if I could get off the phone for a few minutes maybe I could get to it!” Supervise stress tests on patients who are nowhere near as stressed as I am.

11:30 am ~ Short WTF break when one of the doctors I work with texts me that he has really bad gas. I feel compelled to share the contents of the text with everyone nearby, including the patient I’m doing a stress test on at the time.

11:32 am – 12:30 pm ~ More work, work, work (see above)

12:30 pm ~ 30 second conversation with my husband in parent shorthand to arrange trading off our ten-year-old, who went to work with him this morning. Only 30 seconds because during that time both pagers went off and there was a call from a doc waiting on my cell.

12:30 – 1:30 pm ~ More work, work, work, with emphasis on communicating to all doctors,”I’m leaving soon, so don’t page/call/text me, ’cause I won’t answer.”

1:40 pm ~ Come home to three dogs (two mine, one visting) who are all glad to see me, and one of whom (visiting dog) has gone poo-poo AND pee-pee on my bedroom floor. Thank God for hardwood floors!

2:00 pm ~ Ten year-old arrives home and takes advantage of Mom’s exhausted state to watch DVR’d episodes of Family Guy. It’s totally inappropriate for a ten-year-old, I know, but I’m just to freakin’ tired to fight this battle.

2:00 – 4:00 pm ~ Straighten house, put away laundry, run Dirt Dog, check email. Log onto Facebook (my Farmtown and Farmville crops need to be harvested!), check the blogs I follow, text my hairdresser that the whole family needs cuts B4 school starts. Sort mail, make sure we have supper for tonight ready to cook, supper for tomorrow thawing, and sack lunch for the band-camp teenager stocked. All this while chit-chatting with Dianna ( ) on the phone. Can I multi-task or what?!

4:00 – 4:15 pm ~ Spend 15 minutes on the eliptical (only possible because I was watching a DVR’d episode of True Blood)

4:14 – 5:30 pm ~ Cook tonight’s supper (beef stroganoff and carrots) while prepping a roast and veggies to go in the crockpot tomorrow morning for supper tomorrow. Chat with ten-year-old about meaning of life, what fifth grade will be like, what parts of Family Guy he shouldn’t repeat at school. Have glass of wine.
5:30 pm ~ Suddenly remember two important things: 1) Tomorrow is wonderful step-father’s birthday and I forgot. I always make handmade cards for all birthdays, Mother’s Days, and Father’s Days with pictures of the kids, so can’t just buy a card at the Kroger down the street. 2) Was so busy at work today had to bring lots of paperwork home, must all be done before I go to work tomorrow at 4am. It’s about two hours worth . . .sigh.

5:30 – 7:30 pm ~ Husband arrives home. Eat supper and do paperwork while reminding husband and children to “sign the card!”. Thankfully, I had a couple of birthday cards I’d pre-made at a scrapbooking session long ago (back when I had free time). Have another glass of wine.

7:30 – 8:30 pm ~ Read in bed, snuggle with dogs, let ten-year-old tell me an off-the-cuff bedtime story (which he calls a dream-speech . . .cute, huh?)

8:30 pm ~ Seventeen-year-old gets home from 8-8 band camp sunburned and exhausted, so I get a quick hug and a review of today’s sack lunch (falafel and gazpacho). Then I toss and turn on my new, nifty orthopedic pillow with my pain-relief patch on my back, trying to get to sleep fast so I can get 6 hours of sleep before we start this over again.

Harry Potter and Beedle the Bard

Jack spent all of last week in Lexington going to drama classes at Lexington Children’s Theater and being spoiled by grandparents. It was a “Harry Potter”-themed play, so when I called him after work every evening he’d have stories of being sorted into houses and playing Quidditch. Mom and Greg had sworn they were going to whip this kid into shape for me while he was there, have him doing chores, cleaning, saying “ma’am” and “sir”, eating vegetables, and going to bed on time. Yeah, right. They started by taking him to the grocery Sunday to let him pick out what he wanted to take for lunch during the week. Yes, they LET HIM PICK. Of course, everything he chose came from just two aisles in the grocery, and the produce aisle wasn’t one of them. It was junk food heaven. And once my mother noticed he was bringing home the crusts of his sandwiches in the ziplocks at the end of the day she (brace yourself) STARTED CUTTING THE CRUSTS OFF HIS BREAD. Yeah, we’ve got two and a half weeks until school starts and she does this to me. Now the kid is going to expect individual Doritos bags, gummy worms, and crustless sandwiches for lunch every day. They also went out to dinner every night, so now instead of asking, “What’s for dinner?” Jack asks “Where are we going for dinner?” To be honest, I think this is a great plan, but I can’t get the rest of the guys to fall in line. They seem to have gotten used to home-cooked food (my mistake). Of course, there were no chores or cleaning done, no “ma’am”ing or “sir”ing in evidence. In face, I called Mom one day before she picked Jack up and asked what they’d been doing and she told me he’d been teaching her to play some game on the Wii and after several attempts told her, “Mammaw, you SUCK at this game!”. Oh, yeah, that’s my little Mr. Manners. The video games went on until eleven each night, and then he could fall asleep watching TV in bed (?????) with my mom’s Yorkie, Winnie, who slept with him every night (AWWW). We brought the dog home with us yesterday so Mom and Greg could go on a mini-vacation to recover from their Jack time. They’ve already agreed to let him do camp there again next year, though (WOO HOO!)
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