3 posts tagged “dogs”

WOW! It's been a while since I last posted. This is mostly due to the fact that I've been doing nothing but updating my Twitter and wanking all day because isn't that what people who work from home, like, do and stuff?

LOLZ. Just kidding. How could I possibly be on Twitter all day when this happens every five minutes?

No, but really I have been busy. And not just wanking all the time. (That only takes up at 5-10 minutes at a time, anyway.)

Let's see. What have I been up to?

I suppose the event that sticks out in my mind the most is that last weekend I was worried for a full 24 hours that I was knocked up. I was a few hours away from buying one of those tests when - glory be to god - it happened. It was a weird week, to tell the truth. I had like, 7 pregnancy dreams that involved either twins, a miscarriage, an ultra sound, a pregnancy test, or me just waddling around being pregnant.

All of these dreams were horrible, can I just say that. Horrible. They fucked with my brain, especially when I thought I actually was pregnant. I thought somehow, someway, my uterus was whispering sweet nothings to my subconscious - but alas, the dreams were probably because I:

a) Watched Juno twice. (Once normal, once with the commentary on. Hello NERD.)
b) Watched a special on teenage mothers and young grandmas
c) Went to a screening of Baby Mama...ironically on the same day that I totally thought I was knocked-up. I was not pleased.

I didn't really to write about The Scare, as it wasn't even quite a scare. Flow was like a day late. A day. It was just the combination of dreams and lateness and the realization that if an *accident* were to occur, I know what I would choose to do.

But I was afraid that choice would make me seem selfish.

I'm married. I'm not 16. My life is pretty stable...right?

But in my heart, I know that would take our life into a different place. A place I'm not ready for. A place I don't think I'm mentally capable of navigating very well. That version of my life...I'm not ready to take it on. I'm not...we're not there.

So, that's that.

Thankfully, this choice only had to happen in my brain. I still think from time to time, about the decision we would make. I know it's for the best, but it really made me look at the whole issue in a new way. A woman's right to choose...

I am thankful it's a decision I have the right to make. That I have the option to choose.

But what a fucked up choice it is to have to make.

Well. That was heavy.

Here, have some cute dogs with their hair blowing in the wind...

If you haven't heard about the tragedy of Jesus and the Wiener Poopie,  I suggest you watch this video. Be prepared, though. It's a tear jerker. This woman thought her statue of Jesus was safe on her front yard, but NO. Someone STOLE JESUS. They STOLE HIM and wrote a RANSOM note for Jesus, claiming this woman had disrespected their yard with some wiener poopie:

"We are holding Jesus ransom until you clean up the poopie from your wieners and trust us we see you take your weiners for long walks without picking up their poopie in our yards. This has upset us dearly. So please, clean up all the wiener poopie if want to see Jesus unharmed."

The woman, Jean, is smarter than the Jesus-scatchers thought, however, as she reckons it's a kid that wrote the carefully scripted ransom note. Why? They happened to draw little lines by Jesus' name and Jean explains that "no adult would take the time to do that...and 'wiener poopie'? My gosh." See? That Jean is on it. I would have thought the fancy circles above their "i"'s were a clear giveaway.

[via Dooce]

You know when the phone rings in the middle of the night, and you start to sweat and freak out a bit?

This afternoon our Skype phone rang at a time when it normally doesn't, especially on a Saturday.

My stomach dropped when I saw that it was my Mom, and started to sweat and get that nasty pins and needles feeling all over.

She was okay, and had just woken up earlier than usual...

...But, it turns out that our German Sheperd, Czar, isn't doing very well.

Our poor little boy is only 6-years-old, but the vet thinks he has cancer...and that there's not much that they can do for him.

We knew something wasn't right when we were back home last month.

When a German Sheperd refuses hot dogs and all you can eat treats from your's truly, you know something isn't right.

However, no matter how much he doesn't want to eat, or enjoy the savory taste of Oscar Myer Weiners...

He just wants to play fetch with his ball.

He's relentless. Throw the ball once and you'll be playing for 6 hours straight. Only bad part is is that he gets too excited and doesn't quite get that whole "Drop it!" thing.

I think he chewed through 3 of these over-sized tennis balls while we were at my parent's house....

I've never had one of my pets get sick before.

It would be one thing if he were really old, or something happened...but cancer?

It absolutely breaks me heart that he is hurting. He's the sweetest fucking dog. He really is. He thinks he's about 4 breeds smaller than he is, and will come up and get as much of his body as he can in your lap, and lay his head on your stomach and cuddle.

His patience with my other two pain in the ass girl dogs is amazing.

...And whenever I come back home, he gives me these lovely stale, dog "OMG! Where have you BEEN ALL THIS TIME?!!?" kisses.

My heart just breaks for my Step-Dad. Czar was his long before he became ours. He raised him from a puppy, and I just wish I could be there for him now...

But...I'm just glad that I spent the extra moments with Czar while I was home.

Laying on the the hardwood floor with our heads together...his tail thumping against the wall.

Praying isn't really my thing, but if you could, please just send your positive thoughts and good vibes and happy Karma towards my little "Dar Dar" in California.

Eat a hot dog for him. (Or a tofu-dog. Every little bit helps.)