Parker Poop.

Puppy is still pitiful. They took his cast off his leg this morning, which means they also took his Fentanyl patch off...a morphine pain patch which, incidentally, causes constipation. Parker hasn't crapped since Tuesday and now I'm having to give him canned pumpkin from the grocery store to try and make him poop. If that doesn't work, we're going to have to resort to a doggie enema!?!? I didn't even know those existed. I can tell his little tummy hurts because it's making all kinds of funny noises. I'm feeding him canned pumpkin at every meal because the last thing I want to do is put a nozzle up my dog's ass so he can spray poo all over the place. Gross. I get the willies just thinking about it. At least we're almost a full week into the "healing process" which means he'll be back to his old self in no time.

On a completely unrelated note, I'm faced with a big decision right now. I've been in California for almost 4 years now. Recently, my dad has proposed that we go into business together. He would be the investing partner and I would be the managing partner. It would mean leaving behind my life in the wild west to go back home. I've started making a list of pro's and con's on both sides. I'm looking for definitive clarity. It's nowhere to be found.

Since I've been working in radio I've met some of the most famous people in the world. I've been to the Grammy's. I've gone on two free cruises to Mexico. I've done New Year's in Lake Tahoe and run wild through the streets of San Francisco. I've met amazing people. I've gotten lots of free stuff. I've been in three TV commercials and I've seen Bobby Lee naked. I'd have to give all of that up. On the flip side, I've always dreamed of owning my own business and now my dad is offering me the chance to achieve that goal without me having to come up with all of the money I'd have to have (which I don't have) if I were trying to do it by myself.

I won't be making the decision any time in the near future. It's definitely something I'll be marinating over for the next couple of months. Life is about making decisions and the hard part is not knowing in advance if you're making the best choice. What if I get home and hate it? What if I pass on the chance to go home and the window of opportunity closes and I wind up kicking myself for not going? What if I walk away from radio and miss out on a huge career? I make myself crazy with these questions...

Well, tomorrow it's back to the grind. Let's all hope Parker has a bowel movement tonight!