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Mae is a rescued Catahoula Leopard Dog who has been admitted into a Prison Dogs program in Lexington, OK (just south of Norman). This is a program where the inmates host rescued dogs in their cells, give them basic obediance and socialization, and in the process learn about responsibility.

Mae is currently being fostered in Tulsa and needs help getting from Stroud, OK to Lexington, OK.
We had a ride lined up for her, but they had to cancel due to a family emergency and now we're desperate to find somebody on short notice. We can get her from Tulsa to Stroud, but need help covering the distance beyond that.

She is very friendly and rides quietly in the back seat of your car. Spayed and current on all vaccinations. I can donate gas money if that will help.
Please e-mail slarti24@gmail.com if you can help with this.
Thanks so much!

So, as you may or may not know, my sister and have both been working at a nice little day practice here in Tulsa. The staff are nice, management are very humane, and the quality of medicine is very good. I've been very happy with the job so far. I work as a vet tech, and my sister was the kennel tech, meaning she took care of all the boarders, did the laundry, bathed dogs who were going home from boarding, and swept and mopped at the end of the work day.

On Sunday, I arrived at 10:30am, and found out that my sister, who was scheduled to come in at 7am, had not arrived and was not answering her cell phone. Worried, I called Jason and asked him to go to her apartment and check on her. He reported that her car wasn't there.
Fortunately, the new vet tech was working that day too, and we were able to do kennels together but it took freaking forever. My sister finally called in about 3pm, to say she wouldn't be able to make it in. She offered no explanation.

When I saw her at work Monday morning, she started to tell me that she'd been unable to sleep and so had taken some of her meds and overslept, but when I let her know that Jason had been by to check on her, she changed to "I just needed to get away from it all". Right...without bothering to let anyone at work know.

Monday night, we were short a kennel tech so I called her and asked her to come in and cover the shift, so she could make up her hours and so that I didn't have to do it, since I had been at work all day and needed to be at the (full dress) Rocky rehearsal by 7pm. She "didn't feel like it", so I wound up late for rehearsal and covered in kennel funk, only to find her at rehearsal already (despite the fact that she'd refused all invitation to previous rehearsals).

I worked with her again Tuesday morning, which was apparently her last shift since she left and "I quit" message on the answering machine Wednesday morning. She didn't even bother giving two weeks notice, and left knowing that we had a full house of holiday boarders expected and no kennel tech to work it. This is -not- how we were brought up, and I'm so disappointed in her that I can't even express it.

Saw her at the Rocky show last night, strutting around and tarting it up; she's got a new job already as a stripper at The Ritz, wherever that is.

I could care less if she strips; it's a hell of a lot better pay than cleaning up dog crap for $6.25 an hour, but the way she quit was just plain chicken-shit, especially considering how much everybody has helped out with her calling in sick so many other mornings.

So now the other vet tech and I are doing kennels morning and night for the next few days, which is stupid since management doesn't need to be paying that much for basic kennel work, and because it means our jobs are getting neglected. There are four surgical packs sitting on the sink right now that need to be washed, and I haven't gotten near them. Today we cleaned kennels from before we opened and didn't finish until an hour and a half after we'd closed, and it'll be the same thing tomorrow and Tuesday. At least on Tuesday, we'll get holiday pay. *sigh*

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Mae got adopted!  Now we just have to get her to her rescue home....

Puppies 'o Doom. Teeth are coming in; poor mom looks so miserable when she nurses them.

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Whoever thought it would be funny to call us after Jason was in bed, using both the home number and his work cell, at least 7 calls over a 15 minute period, you are a dumb-ass. From the drunken giggling, I can guess who you are.
It stopped being funny after the second call, and his work cell is definitely off limits except in case of emergency.

We've blocked anonymous calls on both numbers, as you may have noticed. A repetition of this event will result in a police report being filed.

Thanks, and have a good hangover.

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A couple of weeks ago I applied for and got a job working full time as a tech at the same place my sister does kennels.  I've been wanting to go back to day practice for some time....I love ER work for the experience and the variety, but after four years, I'm finding myself pretty jaded.  Deaths don't bother me any more, and I think that's wrong.  I know it's just a defence mechanism, but I want to be able to care again and I think for that to happen, I need to spend more time with healthy pets.  Plus, my very eccentric sleep patterns have been pretty hard on Jason.
So the new place is pretty cool.  I've worked with both doctors before at another day practice and like them a lot.  They have cool toys too!  A laser (got to assist with that yesterday!), an ultrasound machine, and much newer radiology machine than I've ever used.  They're also getting a dental radiology unit installed.  I love doing dentals, and this place is very meticulous about them.  Yay!  There are things I'd like to change too, and the good thing is I think that I'll be able to make those changes.  Techs seem to have a lot of input on how the facility is maintained and improved.  I still plan on keeping a couple of ER shifts, but that will not be my primary job.

Puppies are -huge-.  I had a friend taking care of them while we were out of town, and while we were gone they all got their eyes open and added barking and growling to their repetoire, which previously just contained grunts and squeaks.  They stumble clumsily around, try to pounce on each other and fall over instead, and generally behave with extreme cuteness.  

Our reason for being out of town was the Flamingo Fling contradance weekend in OKC.  Cool hippie people with phenomenal dance ability, great callers, and Albert Alfonso on bodhran!  I've been a fan of his for years; his style is like nobody else's...a low pulsing earthy rhythm.
The theme was tropical, with giant pink flamingos all over the hall, inflatable palms, grass skirts, and Hawaiian shirts.  We were ready for it.  In fact, we'd been planning for months.  We got two sets of flamingo print fabric, and my seester made us fabulous form-fitting dresses with huge pink-gored skirts to flare out when we twirled.  Then it sortof exploded from there...she made pink necklaces with charms that said "Big Sister" and "Lil' Sister", pink earrings with flamingo charms, pink feathery puffs to wear on our wrists and go in our hair.  Jason made a last minute-run to Ehrle's, and scored pink sunglasses, leis, and awesome flamingo temporary tattoos.  We even changed our ghillie laces for pink satin ribbon.  You may view the ensemble here.
We danced well, both with each other and with everyone else, and had tremendous fun confusing everyone.  Many people asked if we were twins, and we answered variably depending on whim.  Got lots of compliments on the outfits, and had a smashing time in general.  Even caught the attention of Mr. Albert Alfonso himself, and flirted heavily with him. :-P  After dinner we kidnapped him, but since he cooperated with our demands, we let him go unharmed.