It's Just a Dog

Hawkeye is a big, old, overweight hair ball.  He needs fed twice a day, let in during extreme temperatures (aren't they ALL extreme lately?) and we had to buy a fence to keep him from exploring the neighborhood and getting arrested.

Radar is an annoying little punk of a dog.  He wants to chew on things and lick us and flop around with wet paws after digging in the water dish.  He ate my blue tooth headset, and he often digs holes in my yard to get to the moles.

They're JUST dogs.  Why not sell them?  Why not give them away?  Why not shoot them?  Why not call it quits and give up on dogs?  It would be SO much easier to leave town if we didn't have to worry about dog care.  Why bother.  They're JUST dogs.

I don't rate my dogs at the same level as my children, but they are VERY much a part of my family.  Nobody is as excited to see my get home as they are.  Nobody appreciates their supper as much as they do.  Nobody gripes less about eating the SAME thing, EVERY day as they do.

The affection, companionship, and total devotion is at a level not found in many humans.  They are everything a pet could be.

Tonight, a long-time friend sent a text to tell Kevin that it was time for his girl to be put down.  He's had her for YEARS.  Her medical issues were insurmountable.  It was time.  No more hurting.  Time to go.  I told Kevin, "I'll send him a text that I'm thinking about him."  I was fine.  I took 10 steps, started a text, and then fell apart.

The girls saw, and wondered what was up.  I told them, and they cried with me.  They've known Belle since they were toddlers.  It's a big thing, and we know what she meant to Brian.  We all had a good cry, and then I went out, found my dogs, and hugged them both.

Even the one who bit my head and licked my ear while I was trying to hug him.  Even the one who left my shirt full of dog hair.  Both of them.

But it's JUST a dog.  Right?  Just a damn dog.

I Have Frustration

Life isn't that bad.  We are all doing well and moving on.  I still wish I could vent a bit more than I can.  I am not miserable, really.  I still love what I do and I love my customers.  I still love most of the folks I work with.  I'm just tripping up a bit on some personal issues.

I will move past them.  I always do.  I will move on and be the chipper person I have always been in the past.  I was pissy today, and I HATE pissy Rachel.  Tomorrow, it's back to me.

Monica drove with Dad today, (my dad, not hers) and did well, from what I've heard.  I couldn't ask for a better teacher.  He taught me, and I'm a PERFECT driver.  LOL  I'm proud of her, and glad that Dad said he'd step up.  We are to "parenty" to properly instruct her.

Big Brother is on tonight, so I need to go finish some things, so I can sit on my ample bottom and watch my show.  Can't wait to see what is revealed tonight.  I hope they explain Dick's disappearance.  Yup, I *did* just lose everyone who doesn't watch that show.

Riding With a 15 Year Old

Tonight, I rode over to Odessa with Monica.  There were a lot of firsts.

1. She drove that curvy, hilly, country highway for the first time.
2. She pumped gas for the first time.
3. She handled everything in top-notch fashion. (not really a first for her)
4. She did a McD's drive through, ordering and paying.

Dad's going to work with her on her driving, because parents tend to get too jumpy and uptight.  My daddy is the best driving instructor I've ever met.  If he teaches her like he taught me, she's good to go.

I didn't post yesterday to get sympathy comments, but I appreciate knowing that I should update sometimes.  I'll do better.

Now it's time to watch Big Brother (recorded earlier) and unwind.  I'm still struggling with some things, but I'm putting them in better perspective.  I can do that, if given enough time.  My knee-jerk reaction is to cut some throats and say my piece.  With time, I realize that I don't need to walk through life with THAT big of a chip on my shoulder.

Nothin' Much

I don't have a lot to post.  Actually, I have a TON to post, but I can't do it in a public forum.  Both of my readers are welcome to email me if they wonder what's up with THAT statement.

I wonder if I should delete this blog.  Sure, I've wondered before and then decided against it, but seriously...shit.  I can barely take time to update facebook.  Blog post?  About what?  When?

The new puppy is settling in nicely.  He ate my bluetooth headset.  I'm not digging through poo.  I'll buy another.

Monica has purchased the red pickup that was Kevin's.  It's HER truck.  Kevin has the truck that he bought from his mom.  Me?  Yeah, I'm still driving the Smokin' Hot Neon.  We have transportation in spades.

OK, I'm out.  I just can't get past the rotten crap that I need to spill, but I have friends for that.  This blog is not the place.  I love you all both, and will try to update sometimes.  *sigh*

Off to the evil FB world.  LOL