[KathyM]

Yesterday I catch Geneva eating pebbles. She's got a heart of gold and loves us very much, but I guess she really is dumb as a box of rocks. This has happened before, and we had to feed her Cheerios added to her food to help pass them through her system.

It's not really her fault, though, it's my stupid husband's fault. He likes to cook me fast food on the grill - some of the juices spill onto the rocks and make them smell like BACON! AHA! Who's the stupid one?

I wake up at 1 AM to the sound of "harumph." I ignore it, but it keeps getting louder "HARUMPH!"

I didn't want her to poop in the house, so I let her out. I stayed up for an hour or so reading about Angelina Jolie's pets and how smokin' hot Penelope Cruz is these days.

Geneva tells me "NO WAY am I coming in yet," so I let her camp out for the night - hoping it won't rain.

4 AM CODE BLUE! A LOUD clap of lightning strikes.

GENEVA!!!

Nurse Casey races to the door to retrieve our patient. Dr. Ray races around the house gathering plenty of rags, and he quickly goes to work.

"Nurse Casey, make up the bed STAT and make sure it's warm and fluffy!"

Casey rushes over to the supply closet and retrieves the fluffiest blanket she can find. No time to spare, she rushes back into the wet kitchen to get to the bedroom. Casey slides in for a home run, and falls flat on her *** - but the blanket was dry.

"Good LORD, Nurse Casey! Is it always fun and games with you?"

It's still raining cats and dogs here. Dr. Ray and his patient are now sleeping soundly together.

All is well.

P.S. - I think she just wanted some Cheerios. My tailbone hurts - good thing I don't have one.