Fly me to the moon

My dog had a massive panic attack yesterday.

Even typing that statement is surreal, considering. It's a dog. He's got his weirdness and all, but he's a dog. And he had a full fledged panic attack. Believe me, if I'd had puppy Xanax handy, that sucker would have been popped in his mouth. It was over a house fly (I don't know where the fear came from, but he's terrified of the things - usually he just hides in the closet for a few hours). He knocked over furniture, tried to hide in two inches of space behind a fake plant (ficus tree at that), hyperventilated and tried to claw through the front door. With lots of running in circles, wild-eyed. All because the fly dive bombed him.

Needless to say, a 30 minute ride in the car calmed him down. He did, however, then spend the remainder of the evening in the closet.

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Also, because I haven't seen anyone talk about it...

Who all watched 10.5: Apocalypse? ( The fun version of 'science' contained herein. )

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Our nice, peaceful lunch went up in smoke today. Instead of getting to eat and read, I got to eat and prepare things for the staff meeting since the partner who would normally be taking care of these things was at home dealing with a dog fight. Bless her heart, when she had to call Animal Control? That's rough. Especially as it was HER dog attacking her other dog. So now she's at the vet and we're scrambling to get things ready and cover her clients.

Oh, and one of the partners is doing her "I have irrelevant questions that you must address right now" thing when I have exactly 35 minutes to make copies, pull up the overheads, do a mailing and solve a vendor's problem. Whee!

*runs for it*

(Aside: Asides are really best done when you can remember what the hell the aside was supposed to be. Dang brain!)