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17
Aug
I think I’m jealous of my dog.

OK, I’m not really jealous of my dog but seriously, listen to my morning.  On my way to the office I went through the coffee drive-thru only no one asked me how I was doing.  No, they asked how the dog was and how the cat was and if the dog could have a treat.  I know, sweet, huh, then we headed to the bank.  Again I went through the drive-thru and the lady helping me asks if my dog can have a treat (seriously, she didn’t ask me if I had a transaction, she asked if my dog could have a treat) then she left to do my banking transaction and not one but TWO other tellers came to the window to see the dog.  And asked me to come inside next time instead of using the drive-up window because they are a “dog friendly bank”.  I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a dog friendly bank let alone that I chose to bank there.  So, tomorrow we’re going inside so my spoiled dog can meet everyone at the bank.  (OK, I just thought that was funny.)

So, that picture above, that’s when Panda got to meet the cows.  That glee you see in her eyes…that’s from the fact that the cow is licking her — yes, the cow was licking her.  The nastiness on her chest, that’s from when she army crawled through the mud trying to figure out how to get closer to the cows.  I wish I could have seen it but I was out of town at my Grandma’s funeral and my assistant and her boyfriend were dog-sitting.  I had a great giggle over that picture though.  Who knew that my BULLdog would be enamored with cows.  (If you don’t see the humor in that research why bulldogs were bred in the 1600s.)

So, when I returned from my adventure (ha) to California for my Grandma’s funeral I had to take the dog and the cat to the vet.  I wish I could blame that adventure on someone else but, no the idiocy wisdom of trip was all me.  It was supposed to be a quick, easy trip to have Panda rechecked after her ear/eye/skin infection and get Jeeves updated on his shots.  Instead it turned into Jeeves staying there all day for observation because his gut was bloated with gas, he’d lost a bunch of weight and started vomiting all over my bedroom (no, not the house my BED and the floor beside my bed).  See, that beautiful kitty who’s trying to look so calm and cute in that picture (because the dog is sound asleep, snoring, in her locked crate) is a psycho case.  Yeah, the vet recommended anxiety medication for my cat, after we get the stomach infection under control that he got from being so anxious over our new resident.

Freaking cat.

Oh, I didn’t tell you about my adventure at the vet with Panda.  I had an appointment scheduled after I got her to get her checked out.  No big deal, right?  Well, I had to call and move that appointment up to an urgent same-day appointment because she had an oozing rash on her chest.  So, we get in and besides the oozing hot spot she had an ear infection in BOTH ears and a scratch on her eye that got infected.  But, that’s not the crazy part.  The crazy part is that my dog needs an EYE LIFT.

Yeah, I never even knew they did plastic surgery on dogs and here I own one that needs it.  Now, before you go all Beverly Hills on me listen.  Bulldogs have wrinkles (thus the need to clean her wrinkles every night to get the slobber and drool and whatever else gets stuck in them).  Well, my lovely bulldog has a wrinkle on her eye lid that causes the lower lid to roll in which puts her eye lash poking right into her eyeball which causes it to scratch the surface of the eye every time she blinks.  Thus, the eye infection.

You can laugh now.  I did, right after I rolled my eyes.

So, we’re planning that surgery — it will happen at some point.  So, that last picture if Panda playing with her pink soccer ball.  I should have gotten a video so you could hear the snorting and grunting that took place but I didn’t, and now I can’t because the soccer ball is in the garbage (after I gagged) because it was sopping wet with dog drool.

OK…I gotta get.  The dog is snoring, the cat is panicking because the crate isn’t locked yet, and I have a busy day at work tomorrow.  My high maintenance animals and I need out beauty sleep so we can tackle the day.  Well, they need their beauty sleep, I need my sleep so I can take care of their many needs tomorrow.

Seriously, my animals are more high maintenance than I am….there’s something wrong with that.

till-later

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30
Jun
This creature has come to stay

So, I mentioned that I might be dog-sitting.  Well, Miss Chloe has arrived and we’re doing good so far.  She and Jeeves get along fine as long as they ignore each other.  I’ll admit that occasionally they will look at one another and I swear they just do it to piss the other off.  But, they really are fine together.  Honestly, if it weren’t for the beast dogs two doors down that like to terrorize Jeeves we’d probably be fine.  But, yeah, the beasts have ruined life for Jeeves.

But, let me tell you a secret about this dog.  She is completely and totally OBSESSED with my father.  She’s his dog, right, so that would make sense, right.  Except one problem, she was MY DOG FIRST.  My feelings are kind of hurt.  Seriously, she was mine, I adopted her.  I loved her when my father said she was ugly way back when she was missing all her fur from the trauma of her old abuser (aka owner).  But, whatever, now she’s OBSESSED with my dad.  Which wouldn’t be that big of a deal except the dog freaks out if my dad isn’t around.

For example, this morning she was at the office with me.  She was laying nicely on the little bed I made for her under my desk.  My dad got bored so he came to the office for a few minutes.  The dog sees him and when he leaves she whines and carried on until I took her outside so she could see that he wasn’t there.

But, that’s not it.  We had to go by the store tonight because my dad left something there.  I sat in the car with the dog while he ran inside.  The dog literally paced the entire TWO minutes he was gone.  Not in a fun “where’d he go” search but in a panic pacing action.

And, don’t even get me started on bed time.  My dad is trying to convince himself it will be OK for the dog to stay here with me when they go home.  So, she’s supposed to stay in my room at night.  Yeah, that means she paces and cries ALL NIGHT LONG until I give in and let her in his room.  Last night we worked out a deal, sort of, (actually I took charge and told her she needed to get over it) I put her in her crate for a while then told her she could get back in bed ONLY if she went to sleep.  It worked, until 4:30AM (that was at 12:30 so it worked for 4 hours which is better than the night before).

Right now, she’s in her crate, crying.  But, as soon as I publish this I’ll let her out and hopefully she’ll settle down and sleep.  Cause seriously, she’s driving the cat and me crazy.

But, she’s really giving me the “I want a dog” itch BAD.  We’ll see.

OK…she’s barking, gotta go show her who’s boss.

till-later

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17
Jun
Doggy Daycare

So, since I don’t have enough that I’m doing right now I offered to dog-sit my parents dog (you know the dog that used to be mine that my dad adopted (or dognapped) from me a few years ago).  They put their house on the market and since they are driving up here next weekend with my sister and Rider I figured it would be a lot easier for them to bring Chloe up here then and be able to show their house without her around plus packing and moving would be easier.

So, here’s the problem, the dog is C-R-A-Z-Y, I have a cat and I’m not sure how either will do with the other.  Plus, the dog is C-R-A-Z-Y.  So, to keep the dog safe, me sane, and my house from getting destroyed by this (C-R-A-Z-Y) dog I am looking for a crate.  (Plus, I just think crates are good for dogs.)  Here’s where I need your help…anyone have any input on crates?

The dog is 8 inches tall and about 12 inches long.  So, I need some input on the right size crate for her.  Also, I’m not sure which type is best.  Chloe is C-R-A-Z-Y but she won’t chew or destroy the crate (honestly, despite my dad’s protests I really think she’ll like it) but I’m not sure which is the best choice.  Ideally I’d like to use this for a future dog that I hope to add to my family (assuming it’s the right size and assuming I find someone who can install a fence for less that the price I paid for my house).

So, with all that randomness, opinions please.  :)

till-later

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28
May
I’m a bad cat mom

I love my cat.  Seriously, I do.  He’s amazing, I love when he cuddles on my lap at night while I’m watching TV.  I love when I come home and he chases me around the house hugging my legs.  I love that there’s actually a living thing waiting for me at the end of the day or when I wake up.  What I don’t love is that he likes to play with the blinds at 3:00 in the MORNING.  I also don’t like that he wants to play with my head at 4:00 in the MORNING biting me and poking at me to wake up.  So, he has to sleep outside of my room with the door closed.

He doesn’t like sleeping in the living room by himself, but whatever.  When he learns to SLEEP until I’m ready to wake up then I MIGHT open the door again.  But, anyway, last night I went to bed and shut the door with him not in my room, or so I thought.  I heard him whining meowing a few times and he scratched a bit but he ALWAYS does that so I didn’t pay attention.  I went to sleep.  He did his normal whining meowing and scratching which he does every night begging to be near me.  Or so I thought.  When I woke up this morning I realized the noise wasn’t coming from outside my room but inside.  Inside the CLOSET.  My poor cat was locked in the closet all night.  :(

I got up to open the closet door and the bedroom door so he could get out and he just stood in the closet on my luggage GLARING at me.  He was so mad.  I went back to bed for a little bit and I guess he didn’t think I felt bad enough so he walked to the side of my bed and got on the rail and GLARED at me some more.

He’s fine, he survived.  My closet survived.  Maybe he’ll learn not to go in the closet any more.  I’m not holding my breath.

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08
Nov
Mission Aborted

We’ve officially aborted Mr. Cat’s toilet training endeavor.  Don’t ask why, just trust me we will NOT be trying this again.

It’s back to the litter box we go.

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11
Oct
Life as a mom

Yeah, I don’t have kids but I’m a cat mom to an annoying great cat named Jeeves. I always hear moms talking about their kids following them around and how they can “never even go to the bathroom alone”. So, can I be a mom for a minute?

OMG, this cat follows me around EVERYWHERE and won’t even let me go to the bathroom alone. Seriously, I think there’s some invisible velcro that attaches the two of us somehow. It’s crazy. I thought it was irritating great when I was working here but the poor guy misses me so much now that I’m not here during the day. I just wish he’d learn to play with his toys during the day and not sleep the whole time so he’d sleep at night when I sleep.

But, I have a really funny following me around the bathroom story for you. Seriously, it’s HILARIOUS. But, first I have to tell you what happened right after I got him. It was late and I was getting ready for bed and went to the bathroom. When I got up he decided to check it out, jumped up and landed IN the toilet. In the unflushed toilet. So, at 11PM I got to give a kitten a bath.

So, now I am really careful about closing the lid as I get up to save myself the torture task of pissing off bathing my cat. So, the other day I got home from work and the velcro cat followed me into the bathroom where he proceeded to sit on the tank lid so he could be closest to me (I guess winding around my legs wasn’t close enough). So, I got up when I was finished which startled Jeeves causing him to lose his balance. I heard the commotion and turned around worrying about the bath that would soon follow only to see him close the lid AND flush the toilel on his way down from his precarious perch landing gracefully on the lid and staring at me with a very proud stunned look on his face.

Yes, I have a talented cat.

Oh, and for the record, I am very close to being done with my Christmas shopping.

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