Nothing funny about feldspar

Albite’s normal morning pose:

Later in the day:

Laura wants to know who the Decider is in our house.

hah.

It’s Albite.

No! Seriously! Plagioclase and I are usually in tune, so there doesn’t ever seem that “a decision” must be made. Other times, one doesn’t just care as much as the other, so the carer’s wishes win out. However, there are a few times we’ve each felt stronglyish (we seldom feel *that* strongly about anything, except each other) about something, but in different directions, so we just get Albite to decide.

We each hold a (dog)cookie, and coax him, and whoever he goes to first, wins.

I rushed Albite to the vet this morning — he hasn’t been eating, and he yelped when I touched his ear last night, and he just looked uncomfortable this morning.

The vet thinks he may have an ear infection, but he didn’t see anything in Albite’s ears, nor does Albite have a temperature. But since he’s not having difficulty walking, and this came on suddenly, and so forth, we’re treating it as though it is an infection. Ear drops and pills for 10 days, and a pain pill. I hope it clears up. Otherwise it could be something much worse that I don’t really want to contemplate right now.

The vet poked and prodded Albite’s ears whilst I held him. And Albite fussed and yelped and sounded so generally pitiful with his little squeeks that I nearly cried. I nearly fainted when the vet came back with a handful of pills instead of suggesting something like x-rays, my relief was that palpable. How do people with children stand it when their kids are sick? I’d be a mess.

If Albite could sing songs to the tune of Monty Python ditties, he’d be singing “I’m a sunflower and I’m ok, I sleep all night and I bask all day.”

C’mon. You know you’re singing it now yourself.