The Dratted Dog

So, the new dog is a bit of an idiot.

She refuses to go to the bathroom while on a leash - and I'm not going to just let her off as I have no way of getting her back if she takes off. So she has had multiple accidents in the apartment. Thankfully she seems to have picked a spot so there are now puppy pads in that area (which she hasn't used so far, the little brat). However, so far the most accidents have been in her crate - unfortunately on whatever bed is in there. Which brings us to today.

Today has been one of those days. I did laundry last night in which I washed all of the dog beds. So Holly (the dog), peed on her nice, clean bed over night. So I had to deal with that this morning. I took her out to see if she would go and of course she didn't. I took Alice to work this morning, as I had scheduled her for a dental (which was the one good thing that happened today, as I did it - my first dental!). Today was just supposed to be two doctors on -D and Kemp- but no, my boss had to show up and yell at everyone for every little thing and then go yell at someone else about what he had told us to do (taking us away from whatever we were doing before), and then yell about whatever we had been doing not being done. It was a vicious hour-long cycle until he finally left (taking the cat food that he had just come to pick up in the first place). It was ridiculous! Everything was going smooth before he showed up, and was smooth after he left (except that now Dr. D was all frustrated, and she will occasionally take that out on others). But once that man (myboss) sticks his thumb into into every single pie and messes it up he leaves, and leaves us to pick up the mess. I was supposed to be off for lunch at noon, but didn't get to leave until about 12:40pm. And then when I pulled into the parking space in front of my apartment - I saw my blinds . . .

My ruined, broken blinds.

Holly, the nimrod/idiot/stupid/mangy mutt, had figured out how to break out of her kennel, pooped in the apartment, dragged my $60 jeans (which she thankfully didn't ruin!) into the front room, and tore up/broke the bottom half of my blinds in the front room. . .

Of course, my main thought was: Wicket?!

Who was smart enough to be hiding under the bed and meowed as soon as she heard my voice. And as soon as I knew she was ok - the absolute lividness set in. And frustration.

So I started cleaning my apartment and called Linda (the adoption coordinator) and told her what had happened, and she assured me she would be getting replacements for me -btw, Mom, I have a few questions about window treatments now . . . - Good news though is that I made time to order the part for my vacuum (it was the floor brush that broke). I've also decided that I'm going to be purchasing some "D" rings and bungee cord for the crate because, well, never again.

In other news, my allergies and pleurisy have both been acting up leading to a general feeling of all around "Blah-ness" (medical term!) which doesn't help as the insomnia has also jumped into high gear over the past 3-4 weeks . . .

And life goes on.

Old and New

So, a couple applied for adopting a greyhound and they have four cats so Khaki of course came up. Well, they decided to give it a try and so I took her over there this past Friday and so far she is doing well over there. They haven't officially signed the adoption papers - the rescue group likes to give potential adopters a good amount of time to make a final decision. But given that this couple have already purchased a brand new wire crate for her (a spendy venture if you are not going to keep the dog), well, the adoption coordinator and I are very hopeful. And I only cried for about 30 seconds after I dropped her off!
Saw Eclipse with Patty on Friday - loved it! Wish that there hadn't been a 40minute intermission due to technical difficulties, but, well. Then, on Saturday I went and saw "The Last Airbender" which was slightly painful; maybe more than slightly. I was highly disappointed in M. Night Shamalayn. He messed with the story line in ways that it didn't need to be messed with, there were name mispronunciations (which is what really made me cringe), and the movie was too short (lending to the unnecessary story line changes). I mean, I didn't expect the acting to be great as the main characters are child actors (except for Rathborne, whose acting was fine). But there were just major story flaws that I just can't get past.
Now it wasn't the worst movie ever (as I gave that award to "Eragon" a few years back - talk about painful!), but it wasn't good.
Well, I got a new foster dog today. She is a long-haired whippet that was found as a stray about a month ago - suprisingly she is getting along well with the cats. And she already has a potential adoptive home. She is very cute and doing good so far (she's only been here for about 3 hours). However, I found a couple of the dreaded fleas on her. So she, Wicket, and Alice all got Advantage applied and tomorrow I will go and pick up a flea collar to put in my vaccum (which I will hopefully fix tomorrow . . .)

No more Khaki?

Well today Khaki had another accident in her crate this morning while I was at work - so I emailed the adoption coordinater and she basically hypothesized everything that I was already thinking. A) she is too smart for her own good (give me my Motley back! I like my stupid dog!) B) she has a mild form of seperation anxiety, and C) she's a brat. Basically, she has figured out that certain walks are done right before I leave for work and so she doesn't pay attention to what she is supposed to be doing and pays too much attention to what I'm doing. And thus: we have accidents.
She also decided that eating the rest of a half-eaten thing of a crunch bar was a good idea - I think I may have decided her otherwise, as induced vomiting via Hydrogen Peroxide is a wretched business; but I digress.
The adoption coordinater also informed me that there was a family interested in Khaki - and so far they sound pretty ideal. Which is great, except that I'm going to miss her when she goes. I can't believe how attached I am to her already - I know, all of you are just sitting there shaking your heads, saying how much you can believe it. I know. But I can't believe it, so there :P
I hope this family works out for her - I think she has been to enough homes.
And now she has just drank some of my milk from my glass - gross! There goes that!

Flowers and Skirts

So this past week has been hectic. Dog issues, money issues, plant issues, all of that. Khaki has mostly gotten over being sick - yes, she had a mild GI illness. And when that was finally resolved she decided having a couple of accidents in her crate (on her bed) was the thing to do yesterday. Let me just inform you in case you were wondering - that smell and 656 sq feet do NOT go well. So I spent Sunday airing out my apartment and cleaning the entire place - I think I broke my vaccum too! I'm kinda afraid to really go look at it. And I have a confession to make - I already told my big sister so she knows - I did it. My poor bed, who has been with me these past 9 years, whom I have laid on and loved - now wears a skirt. A bedskirt - after I practically took an oath to never own one or put one on my bed. But oh well.
Money issues has to do with a single unknown charge to my checking account - I'm sure that I will figure it out once my statement comes in the mail.
Wicket killed my Morning Glories, so I had to replant them and the new ones have already started sprouting. The boquet of lilies that I bought have scented my apartment very nicely and the rest of the plants are doing okay - except my orchid that I am constantly at war with.
But all in all things are good.
Can't wait for this weekend - Eclipse and The Last Airbender out in Theater's!

First

So I decided that I would give blogging a try. I figure - hey both of my sisters are doing it and while I don't have kids (hurray for me!) I do have things that I want to write about and put out there ( we will not discuss my novel, we will not discuss my novel . . . ). Also, I just don't feel like posting this stuff in the "Notes" section of Facebook. So here goes. Let's see how long this lasts.

Today: work. Yeah, I know, that's pretty anticlimactic. But work today was pretty good. It wasn't insane for once and I didn't have to deal with any stupid clients. Everything was straight forward and pretty smooth. We even finished early - we don't get to leave early, but everything was done before 6pm. And on my way home: no one tried to kill me with their cars! It was a great day!

The only damper on the entire day was that my foster dog, Khaki (I'll have had her for a week tomorrow) decided to investigate my countertops and found the Kit Kat bars I had up there. It was one of those giant ones that you can get at Walmart. Thankfully I had already eaten about half of it, so she didn't get as much as she could have. Plus she had already some of her breakfast to coat her stomach so it wasn't too much of a disaster. So I gave her more breakfast to help "move things along." I took her to work with me just to make sure she didn't do anything in the apartment, if you get my drift. Which was a good thing, since it did have fun with her GI tract. But thankfully I had put her outside into one of our outdoor runs so that went well.

Khaki and Wicket are getting along well, as long as Khaki stays calm. When she gets excited and runs around Wicket gets up on her toes and puffs her hair out. Alice is just unamused, as always, and has already informed Khaki that she is the Queen and Khaki is lucky to be allowed to even exsist inside of her domain.

But life goes on . . .

Let's see, what else? My Morning Glory's are growing well so far, as is my miniature Rosebush. My orchid is still struggling along - one of the one's that I brought with me from California. Poor thing has been through a lot!