Look at those puppies: Part deux

Yes, I was at the meeting last night, albeit only for about 15 minutes. I had promised to drop of a box of old lights, batteries, and chargers to a local DIY kinda guy, and I had to follow through.

I was planning on staying, but I felt my presence was needed at home. Earlier that day The Pie had to take long term foster dog Sally (AKA Slinky) back to the Humane Society to be euthanized.

Sally with my mom on Christmas Eve

Sally doing a little early morning ass-on-the-pillow spoon action on The Pie, much to the dismay of long term Dillen dog Maggie.

Sally getting hers on Christmas day.

Sally's cancer was beyond help when she was originally surrendered to the Humane Society, so I guess we were providing hospice care for her. I thought we were going to have more time with her, but according to the vet the cancer metastasized in her brain, and we were lucky to get the time we did out of her. As much as this all sucks, it's part of the long term foster game.

The short term foster world?

It's still a world of fluffy kittens and puppies full of all sorts of excrement wanting to eat 24/7. These two guys (Adrien Brody and Justin Bieber... long story) have been here for over two weeks now. I asked The Pie last night just how many animals have passed through our house over the last five years. She told me that we're approaching two hundred, which means that there have been thousands of poops on my floor. BTW: These guys will be available January 28th at the Charlotte Humane Society.

Since this post has nothing to do with bikes and is somewhat depressing already...

This past November my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was caught early, and in just over a week she's getting her surgery (January 18th if everything goes as planned), so posts may be sporadic depending on her post-op needs. Being in the wheelchair makes this a little harder for her, so The Pie and I may be kinda busy. Her pre-op prognosis is good, and we have our fingers crossed.

The best part is that my mom has a helluva positive attitude. She always has. I snag a hangnail on the sheets when I go to bed, and I have to hop out immediately to run to the bathroom and snip it off or else lay awake thinking about it. She finds out she has breast cancer, and says something along the lines of "It figures." She's dealt with so much over the last 25+ years with her MS that it takes quite a bit to shake her.

There, I got all that out of the way in one depressing post as opposed to two or three. Next week will be a five day onslaught of posts (perhaps I'll divulge the identity of my 2011 frame sponsor), and then after that the posts may dry up and be spotty like my podium appearances.

Thanks for sticking around after the holiday season dry spell, and I hope you make it through this one as I "ramp up" for the Charlotte Winter Short Track Series, Single Speed Arizona, and Southern Cross while taking care of family matters.

Late edit: Since I'm on the subject of depressing topics, it's been weeks since someone called me a pussy. Just saying.