I came home from working the 4th of July and took my sweet doggies
for a walk.....I need to get some of the frustration about my Boybird out of my system
and knew that we were going to have rain later in the evening.
Somehow, in a move I still don't completely understand,
Molly ran across the cul-de-sac and got her leash
looped under the holster for my cell phone.
I heard a *snap* and saw the Centro fly through the air and land
Face Down in the only puddle anywhere in the neighborhood.
Despite my quick retrieval,
the phone was DEAD.
I spent THREE hours with Sprint this morning
trying to get them to port my number into my old Treo,
which I kept charged specifically for this backup service.
I pay for the REPLACEMENT insurance every month,
and sometime NEXT week they will mail me a replacement phone.
I am very dependent on my cellphone, feeling like it is a lifeline
to the Birds if they have an issue or an emergency.
Shortly after the successfull sync of the old (now new) phone,
The folks from Boybird's house called and said he'd been back to the doctor AGAIN
with further complications.
This means he CAN'T go back on his meds until these issues are cleared up
with a whole different set of meds.
sigh.
Poor kid.
They said he slept four hours yesterday afternoon
and was just NOT himself.
I got on the phone with him and let him know
how much I love him.
Thank you SO much to all of you who took the time to email me
with supportive messages.
It means the WORLD.
Namaste.