Ear Infection

I went to the vet today for my heartworm medicine and my flea and tick medicine. My dad ended up spending our food allowance for the whole of next month, because I have an ear infection. My dad had to pay for my above meds, my new ear infection meds, $27 for cytology (the vet swabs my ear and looks at it from a microscope, 2 7 D O L L A R S!) and then the vet visit.

My dad thinks we have to starve for a whole month just because I had a bath. My mom thinks that she never had an ear infection in her life because she never goes to the doctor.

His solution: No More Baths!

Her solution: No More Vet Visits!

Life Lesson: Our prejudices color our problems and our solutions. Be aware.



What goes up……

It has become well known that I am afraid of heights. No, not afraid of being high up…( well that too), but afraid of things that are high. No, I am not afraid of Hippies and Wall Street protesters. THINGS, inanimate objects that tower above me. Stuff that might attack from above. Stuff that might fall on me. Stuff that has no reason being up where I can’t bite it.

Things like signs on posts. Why are they up there? If I could read it would do no good ’cause I can’t see that high anyway. Things like umbrellas. They flap around in the wind, who knows what they are thinking? If they are malevolent? If they will fall? What are they doing all the way up there anyway? There is a lot of space between them and me, rain comes inbetween. So why are they so high? Things like tall people. Why are they so high up?  What is wrong with them? Don’t they know if they fall they have a long way down? I don’t trust them! Tall people belong in the circus!.   Disclaimer: ( The editor must here note that the opinions and views shared by Meatball are not in any way indicitive of those of the editorial staff of this blog, and furthermore the staff takes no responsibility for the views or claims made by the artist known as Meatball)

So anyway, the point I am trying to make here is that my dad is trying to help me get over my fear of high things. He is now climbing on the kitchen counter and other high places and feeding me treats from there. Sometimes he drops them when I am below and sometimes he makes me reach up and get them from his hands. It is all very nerve wracking. ….but the treats are good. He saves the really good ones for this enduring time. In fact last  night he was dropping ice cream, ICE CREAM! to me. Wow! that stuff is wonderfull! Then he let me/made me get below him while he was on the counter so I could lick the container. It was worth the risk…..and I survived, ( which means the big fat fool didn’t fall on me).


 The Low riders have a saying, “Low and Slow”, ..But I guess I am going to have to adapt to a verticle world.

Life Lesson: Sometimes good things come from above.

Vintage Cars, Food Trips and Feelings

Outpost BBQ, Kerhonkson, NY

Some days are just roller-coastery.

Two days ago, my life seemed normal. I promptly found out that I was mistaken. My dad recently sold his 1972 Volvo 142S, and he has been pining for another vintage car since then. He wants to get another one to fix up, maybe a Fiat, a Lancia Fulvia, or an Alfa Romeo, and he has been trolling Craigslist for them. He is willing to drive hours just to look at a car. My mom would come along for the ride, she likes visiting new places, and more importantly, she likes discovering good places to get good food at cheap prices.

A week ago they went to look at a 1979 Fiat 124 Spider at Kerhonkson, NY. My dad didn’t like the car because it was too rusted, but my mom found a great BBQ place where she found the best beef brisket she has ever had!

So two days ago, my dad went to Bloomingburg, NY to look at a 1976 Alfa Alfetta. My dad took both my mom and me. I was very excited. I wasn’t going to be left behind! The car turned out to be junky but because it was only 45 minutes to Kerhonkson, my mom wanted to try the BBQ place’s pulled pork. To get to Kerhonkson you will need to go over a mountain with very steep cliffs. My dad didn’t want to go over the mountain again as he is afraid of heights (my mom is too), but they decided that the good BBQ was worth it. It was fun to see my dad driving at the shoulder of the road, almost touching the cliff rock just so he could drive as far from the edge as possible. When we got there, it was my turn to be afraid. There was a very noisy lawn mower going around and the big bad colorful umbrella was giving me the shivers. I refused to leave the car even with bribes of cold water and good beef brisket and pulled pork. Little did I know that it was a test of whether they could take me to a far longer Road Trip.

My mom found out that she doesn’t have to work for 2 days. She wanted to go to Maine to get lobsters. My dad wanted to go to Vermont to a pancake place he read about. They decided they were going to do both – WITHOUT ME! I was so heartbroken! My Lola Ellie and my Lolo Dave came to babysit me, but I had just barely met them. I couldn’t sleep well the first night. I couldn’t decide whether to stay in my parents room where their scent is still strong, or go to the guest room where my Lola was sleeping. I tried to lick my Lolo a couple of times, hoping he was my dad. I followed my Lola around the whole day the next day. I didn’t want her to leave me too. That second night, I just slept at my parents’ bed, so I could savor their fading smell.

Sugar and Spice, Mendon, VT

Sugar and Spice, Mendon, VT

Meanwhile, my parents drove 3 hours to Massachusetts and spent the night there. They called and asked how I was but they were still gone. They had to drive another 3 1/2 hrs to Mendon, VT.  My dad just had regular buttermilk pancakes and my mom had their Maple Walnut specialty pancakes, and they said the travel was worth it.

Maine was another 3 1/2 hours from there. But way past the middle, almost at the edge of the Middle Of Nowhere, New Hampshire, my dad spotted a 1986 Fiat X-19. It was not listed anywhere but only had an old For Sale Sign at the dashboard. He said it was the best car he has seen so far, not really the model/make he wanted, but he’s still fantasizes about it. I think he will recruit my Poppy into returning there to take a look at the car again.

Beach Plum Lobster Farm, Ogunquit, ME

First and last stop in Maine – Beach Plum Lobster Farm in Ogunquit. Its not a restaurant but you can get your lobsters cooked for you there, eat at their outside picnic tables for half the price you would pay in a restaurant. My mom had her first lobster fix (plus the parts that my dad didn’t want) there. This is also last stop as you can get your live lobsters to take home here too.

Wiscasset, ME by the bridge near Red's Eats

Another popular cheapish eating place is Red’s Eats, in Wiscasset, ME. They say their lobster rolls are world class, and they might be right. Or, you could get another lobster meal at Sprague’s, which is right across from Red’s.

My parents spent the night at Boothbay Harbor. They wanted to get $5 T-shirts but they came too late. They didn’t call me because they didn’t want to sound like anxious parents, but my dad wanted to drive home that night because he missed me. My mom refused because she wanted another blueberry pancake and blueberry pie. This fix she got from Maine Diner, in Wells, which she thinks is just as good as the Vermont pancakes.

It was a long two days. I missed them so much. But I am glad that they were able to satisfy their cravings, but I am gladder that they are back, and we are whole pack again.

Life Lesson:  Absence makes the heart grow fonder… probably up to two weeks.