October 10th 2010 5:47 pm
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Mommy checked herself into the hospital again (she did it once before she came into my life) and she called around to find a local one which would let me come with her. Unfortunately the only one which would, then made her call grampa to come pick me up while she was sitting in the emergency room. Apparently there was only one bed available and it was in the ward with the really crazy people and they said I wouldn't be safe there. Well if I am not safe there, how can she be? At least they are letting me come visit her every day so long as I stay in her room and don't visit with anyone else. Some of the other patients cheat though and come in to get kisses from me so that they feel better (they are not allowed to go in each others rooms even with the doors open).
Mommy is hoping that she can get transferred to the other ward with the less crazy people and possibly get a private room as that way I could come stay with her. I mean what is a service dog supposed to do all day when the person they take care of is kept from them? I am so angry I could pee on their floors!
But I do love grampa, so the vacation isn't that bad. And it is nice to cuddle with mom for a couple of hours a day. I do get really sad when grampa takes me away though. Even one of the nurses commented on how I was so happy and excited when I came in, and was very bleh when we were leaving. Silly woman, of course I was sad.
August 22nd 2010 5:01 pm
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Apparently we aren't going to be relegated to off hours and back corners when coming to eat with Daddy (which is a good thing). The OPS guy who runs the kitchen area said that he didn't get any complaints about me and that the issues were in the other building (and besides, it is illegal to make disabled people do that). Mommy also told him about one of our cabin mates in Colorado joking about stuffing me in her suitcase and taking me home with her and he said that if anyone tried to do that the "Palantir Posse" would come get me and bring me home. :) Apparently I am pretty popular in Daddy's building (with the exception of one or two people). There was one time when Mommy was at the emergency room and was told that I couldn't be with her, so Daddy took me to the office to wait until she was done being treated. It happened to be a Friday night and they were having a party. So Daddy turned me loose and let me visit with everyone and join in on the party. He told Mommy I had lots of fun. Of course she wasn't having much fun being in the emergency room by herself and not being treated well. Now she refuses to go there when urgent care wants to transfer her. I don't blame her as they were supposed to help her and they made her sit in an uncomfortable chair for hours and weren't helpful at all.
August 19th 2010 12:01 pm
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Well there are some dog haters at Daddy's workplace. There was an email sent out that said dogs are no longer allowed in the kitchen (sort of a cafeteria) area. Mommy asked the Ops guy in Daddy's building if it was because of me, and he said that he hadn't gotten any complaints and therefore he thought it must be about dogs in the other building. Daddy sent a reply email to clarify that the ban didn't include service dogs, and got a message back that he was correct, that I am allowed in the area when Mommy comes to eat with Daddy. But then he got an additional message saying that we have to come at times when very few people are there and we have to sit as far away from everyone else as possible. Which is illegal to say that. Mommy got upset and cried as she doesn't want to make trouble for Daddy at work, and he is angry that she and I are being discriminated against and being treated like second class citizens. He isn't sure what he is going to do, but he will most likely escalate the issue to the HR department.
Mommy had not been making me wear a vest or having me been in work mode when we would visit because people are allowed to bring their dogs to work there. I am one of the smaller dogs and don't knock people over like one of my friends does (she is a very friendly Aussie). But since one of the engineers is being snippy with Daddy, Mommy is going to keep me tied up when we are hanging out in the game area and will vest me and have me in a down stay under the table when we go to the kitchen for meals.
It is unfortunate because when Mommy gets migraines (and she gets a LOT of them) she rides into Palo Alto with Daddy who drops her off at the clinic so that she can get treated, then she and I walk three blocks to his office and crash afterwards. It is much nicer to stay there than try and take public transit back home. Especially in the summer since we don't run the AC at the tardis (very inefficient and too expensive). And they have nap rooms at Daddy's office with bunk beds which we can sleep in, or we can just crash in one of the giant poof chairs. Or on a comfy big leather couch if no one is watching sports on the big tv. Not to mention any kind of beverage you could want to drink plus all sorts of snacks and then catered meals.
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