Whine by number

Yeah, so since nobody is really reading this, I'm just going to let loose and instead of painting by number, I'm going to do a little whine by number. It doesn't have to make sense. It's my blog.
Here we go:
1. My dog is sick. Poor Kirby; we took her to the vet earlier in the summer when she began favoring one hind leg and then the other. They did x-rays, found nothing and said to give her some time to heal. So we did. We didn't let her out in the yard to run for three or four weeks. She's finally been acting like she wants to do her regular stuff--chase rabbits, run from one side of the fence to the other and bark when people, and especially dogs, walk by. She meets me as usual with her bone, ready to play, after Jon leaves for school. But she's still losing weight and she runs with her hind legs doing the bunny hop. When I took her back to the vet today, she recommended seeing an orthopedic specialist at the University vet school. I love my dog. I want her to get better so she can run and chase rabbits. But I can't afford to spend a lot of $$ on her now, which brings me to my second whine.
2. I'm sick of looking for a new job. If I had a job, I wouldn't be worried about spending a bunch of money on Kirby at the vet.
I am good at what I do. In this market, I would be a bargain for an employer. I bring lots of good experience and great skills to the table. And I'm a fun person to work with. Just ask my former editor/publications person and my graphics/web person. But I'm tired of looking for work. If only I could hire someone to do it for me. I have, however, set a new world record. I've been rejected for two jobs (which, by the way, I could have done with my eyes closed and one hand tied behind my back) with one letter. I guess I should be grateful that they bothered to send me a formal rejection. That brings me to my next whine.
3. I am still furious at my former boss. I think he made a stupid, short-sighted, self-serving decision in eliminating my position. Sure, he said he would do my job, but he didn't. Sure, some pieces of my job got picked up by other people. But in a business where communication is the mainstay of the business, eliminating the director of communication seems to be at cross-purposes to the goals of the organization. I'm still trying to forgive, but I just can't forget. I hope he's happy in his new, guaranteed-for-life regardless-of-performance-or-skills job. Not.
4. My house is a mess. I don't care. I should care.
5. Wow, I ran out of steam quickly. Guess I'll go fold some clothes. I don't feel better. :-(