Friday, May 26, 2006

I haven't been around much. Too busy and stressed out.

Hell, it took me a week to post this.

A is for Age - 34

B is for Booze - I prefer gin (yummy!) but will take any and all. Please and thank you.

C is for Career - Supervisory Paralegal for a large government contractor. Not for long though. The stress isn’t worth it.

D is for Dad’s name - Dad

E is for Essential Item to bring to a Party - My drinking shoes

F is for Favorite Songs at the Moment - Wiser Time off the Black Crowes Amorica cd. It reminds me of a warm summer afternoon, playing with the pups in the yard.

G is for Goof off thing to do - play solitaire game ‘Josephine’ on my computer at home. I get upset with my winning percentage goes down so DH calls it ‘working on my stats.’

H is for Hometown - Syracuse, New York

I is for Instrument you play - Used to play flute and piano

J is for Jam or Jelly you like - Rasberry

K is for Kids - No thank you.

L is for Living arrangement - DH, Thea, Ryan, Bear and myself.

M is for Mom’s name - Mom

N is for Names of best friends - Fox and Maritza, in the traditional sense. In the truest sense, DH is my very best friend.

O is for overnight hospital stays - 0

P is for Phobias - spiders, claustro, swimming in very deep water.

Q is for Quote you like - "A man's got to believe in something. I believe I'll have another drink" -W.C. Fields.

R is for Relationship that lasted longest - to DH, 4 years.

S is for Siblings - two younger brothers, Chris and Jeff

T is for Texas, Ever been? - Twice. Austin and San Antonio. Fun!

U is for Unique trait - I give a great blo....uh...nevermind.

V if for Vegetable you love - Corn, brussel sprouts, squash

W is for Worst traits - Pessimistic, cynical, impatient

X - is for XRays you’ve had - Teeth, both ankles, both hands several times, right arm twice, right knee.

Y is for Yummy food you make - a great chicken divan, bruschetta, pasta fagioli, potato chowder.

Z is for Zodiac sign - Libra. It’s all about being fair damnit!

Thursday, May 18, 2006


I stole a couple from Kim as her sentiment was the same as mine.

I AM: stressed the fuck out over the pets, the rain and the fact that Ryan has started to pee all over his room.

I WANT: a bigger house with a blacktop driveway and an attached garage. *swoon*

I WISH: I didn’t have to work for a living.

I HATE: mushrooms, my job and TEE.

I MISS: being able to sleep in and to have five minutes alone.

I FEAR: my career future.

I HEAR: the ventilation system above my desk and my co-workers talking in the office next to mine..

I WONDER: where we’ll be living in five years. I highly doubt it will be here.

I REGRET: not studying harder in high school so I could have gone to a better college.

I AM NOT: motivated to do my work.

I DANCE: not very often.

I SING: to my pets all the time. Thea loves it.

I CRY: when I'm really stressed. Like yesterday, last night, this morning...

I AM NOT ALWAYS: good at keeping in touch. Perfect example. Carey may hear from me 20 times in a day and then not hear from me for a week.

I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: stained glass, jewelry, pj pants, curtains and fantastic cookies and breads.

I WRITE: less than I used to.

I CONFUSE: myself when I make decisions and then when it completely backfires, wonder why I made those decisions.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Bear is home.

Hello all. Bear is home safe and sound and is feeling much better. This post is probably going to be a bit somber as it was not the pleasant "Gotcha Day" that we all thought it was going to be. It was traumatic, at best. Hindsight being 20/20, I would never, ever have put an older dog through that. I would have let him be adopted out locally. I felt very guilty for being what I consider to be selfish. I wanted him and I was going to do anything to get him. I did not think of how awful this could possibly be for him. But, the past is the past and he is home now and doing very well.

We left the house at 3:00 am. Here’s a picture of the clock.

As they pulled his crate out of the van, I was in tears seeing that face. You can tell by the look on his face that he is in distress and the fact that he’s holding himself about 2 inches above the crate floor because there is so much filth and he doesn't want to sit in it.

My husband cut the zip ties and let him out and that is when we saw just how sick he had been. I was in complete shock. Long story short, DH and I cleaned him up the best we could. You would think that if Continental is in the business of shipping pets and have a "Pet Safe" program, they would have a bathing station for situations such as this.

I am not going to post the pictures of him at this point. It's too upsetting. It took us about an hour to clean him off and clean his crate out enough to be able to put him in the car for the 2.5 hour drive home. Did I mention that my husband’s Honda Accord is about a week old? *sigh* Bear did try to climb into the trunk because he thought it was an SUV. :) This is Bear in the backseat. He was so accustomed to having a camera pointed at him, he got right in my face to get a good shot.

The ride home was pretty uneventful other than me sobbing the whole way because I felt so bad for him. Bear did not sleep at all on the way home. Just rested. Once we got closer to home, we rolled the window down enough so he could stick his head and smell all the dampness and new smells. I love this picture.

When we got home, he had more diarrhea, fortunately, not in the car. After some Pepto and drinking about 40 oz. of water, Bear settled down next to my DH who had become his hero if for nothing more than letting him out of that hellhole crate. You can tell he is still pretty defeated.

We stayed outside for at least 3 hours to see if he was going to have any more spells. I think at that point, he was pretty much empty. We brought Thea out who immediately was "arrrrooooarrrooooing" at the strange dog in her yard. They went up, sniffed each other and that was it. Not one single issue. I also think she could tell he was upset and sick. She is normally waaaaay more playful than that but she never jumped on him and gave him his space. We then took him upstairs and gave him a bath. He was perfectly well behaved. I don’t have pictures of his bath as we were more concerned with getting him cleaned up and comfortable. Now that he was dry and had been with us for about nine hours, Bear saw DH on the couch and decided that where he wanted to be too. Notice the look on my DH’s face. DH is perfectly head over heels in love with Bear.

Notice the yellow lab colored blankets covering the couch ;-) Bear then wanted to get real close to DH and repositioned himself. This? Made my heart melt.

Of course since this is normally Thea’s spot, she had to get up there too.

We didn’t pull out his new bed until we were sure that he wasn’t going to have any issues so we folded up an old comforter and put in on the floor. He finally was getting some much needed rest.

After a dinner of boiled ground turkey and rice for Bear, we all slept about 11 - 12 hours that night with potty breaks every four hours for Bear. Everyone was exhausted. The next day, things were much brighter. As evidenced by his face.

We pulled out his new fluffy bed and tucked it in a corner. His first foster mom had told us that he didn’t like to sleep out in the open and that’s very true. He looked so comfy that I wanted to crawl in there with him.

We had some friends come over to see the new addition and we played with tennis balls inside the house. There was much more tail wagging and goofiness than the day before. And I finally got what I had been waiting for. The smile and a wet nose. (dry nose means they are sick)

We are loving him very gently so as not to upset him and monitoring his every move, sigh, groan, snore, anything and everything. Good news is after not pooping for 30 hours or so, he had a somewhat firm bowel movement this morning. Right now he’s at home resting and Thea is in her crate.

I cannot begin to tell you how wonderful this dog is. A wonderful, trusting disposition. He has a face like no other. He looks at you and his expression is so interesting. He looks as though you and he have been having a conversation and he says to you "And you were saying?"
I will close with something that the Resuce had taped to his crate when she shipped him. My DH saved it for me as he knew I would want it. It says it all.

I also wanted to add, that had it not been for DH, I honestly don't know how I would have gotten through the airport scene. I was a complete basketcase. DH is a ROCK.

ETA: Thank you Carey!

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Post what you'd really like to say.

Carey and I were talking about things we'd really like to say to people but would inevitably get banned.

Something similar was done on another board I used to visit. It was a PG-13 board and you couldn't even get away with adding the v into fuck to make it fvck. So it was pretty tame. The responses though were hilarious. It was basically done in the form of writing a letter to someone you can't stand and letting them know what you really think. A couple of the responses were more admissions. For instance, one woman wrote to her fiance something along the lines of:

Dear Fiance:

When you were taking the dining room furniture into the basement and you asked how one of the cushions got ruined, I lied and said I didn't know. I do know and it was me.

When you called tonight, I am not doing laundry as I told you I was. I am playing on the computer.

I know you were hiding my wedding band so I couldn't wear it before we got married. I found it and well, I have it on right now :)

Love, your future bride.

What would your admission or 'going out with a blaze of glory' post be? I am going to have to temper what I sent Carey as it's a little harsh. It invovled a reglious based enema. *snort*

NOTE: I will post pictures of Bear on Monday. Wish us luck and a safe and uneventful flight for him.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Here we go again! ETA: He's coming home Saturday!

We're a little further along this time. Our application has been approved and our references have been contacted. One went so well that the rescue agency told my reference "Well, I suppose I should start looking into flights for him." All will be good if we can get him a fare under $400-$500. Without further ado, please meet Bear.

He is eight years old, FULLY TRAINED, loves swimming and in Las Vegas. Why adopt from there vs. here? Because I belong to a lab board and this is like adopting a dog from Bebo. He is an owner surrender which I just can't get over. The previous owners' youngest son just moved out and they decided they didn't have time for him anymore due to work. *boggle* How you spend eight years with a pet and then just give them away? Anyway, we're hoping that everything works out. Thea whispers to me every night, "Mom, when is Bear coming home?" Soon, Poopie. Soon.

Monday, May 01, 2006

As promised, Ryan and Althea.

Look at his face!

Probably my favoritest picture of her :)

After playing in her kiddie pool.

Notice the spot on the top of her nose? She scuffed her nose playing ball in the driveway. I don't think the pigment is going to come back. Poor Poopie.