It’s been a fairly busy couple of days, which fit in perfectly with the stressful last few weeks, but we’ll start light and then move on to the drama.
First was the eventful visit to the vet with the 6 month old American Bulldog. He’s normally the sweetest dog and, while quite stubborn, pretty easy to control, so you can imagine my surprise as we were ushered in to an exam room.
My baby was acting crazy and I was caught totally off guard. After battling him in to the room, we waited for the vet to come in. My pup paced and whined, frantically looking from one door to the other. It was so out of character. Then the vet tech walked in and things got real uncomfortable real fast. Bulldog started growling and I don’t care who you are, if you have 75lbs of American Bulldog growling at you it’s scary. It even scared me a bit. My goofy 6 month old puppy that still chases his tail and runs in to things, was posted up, every muscle tensed, eyes fixed, growling like a rabid wolf. Needless to say, she didn’t touch him and went and got the vet. Then it got worse.
Bulldog was going to eat the vet! He ended up having to be muzzled and restrained. This was not a good sign since he was set to start puppy school today… I thought a field trip was in order and we headed to the pet store to see if he intended on making a meal out of anyone else. I was very nervous and almost left before we even got out of the car. Walking up to the store, I was already practicing apologies but the first people we ran in to recognized his breed and were all over him. And he LOVED it! My goofy puppy was back! We spent about 2 hours in the store and he growled a few times, but for the most part he was so good. He kept embarrassing me by getting over-excited and peeing everywhere, but I’ll take that over him removing someone’s leg any day. We left with a ton of toys and treats, prepared for school.
School went well. The trainer is very patient and there’s another dog that growls more than Bulldog, so I wasn’t as embarrassed. The owner of the other growler is quite cute and I’m looking forward to spending Saturdays watching him continue to baby-talk his boxer. We also met a seriously hot guy after class, while looking at toys. He has a Pit about the same size as Bulldog and we were laughing about how big Bulldog will be and comparing notes on the best chew toys. I was deemed the kind of good influence that he would like to have around his Pit. This might be interesting. ~Side note. My dog is NOT a pitbull. He’s an American Bulldog and people really should be a little more educated before passing judgement. Even if he was a pit, that would NOT make him a bad dog. He’s just a baby, a giant baby, but a baby none the less. And every time someone started down an isle he would start to wag his tail, excited to make a new friend. Some people would see him then turn around and walk the other way. Bulldog would cock his head then look at me all confused. He didn’t understand why people wouldn’t come near him. (And for those who don’t think dogs feel? After my Maltese passed away a couple weeks ago, my little Jacktese would walk around whining, and I would pick him up, cuddle with him, and wipe tears from his eyes. He even stopped eating because he was mourning her so intensely. Tell me that isn’t feeling.) Bottom line, if you don’t like dogs, stay out of the pet store. If you don’t like pitbulls, grow a braincell, they’re just dogs. And if you don’t like Bulldog because you’re too ignorant to even know he’s not one of the pitbulls you wrongly think are horrible, then I pity you because you’re missing out on meeting the sweetest dog ever. And if one more person makes an underhanded comment towards Bulldog, I’m gonna be the one biting your head off.~
On to a sad note, I had to tell M to move out. It broke my heart but things were getting bad and when we start to have tension then it’s only a matter of time before drama.
This girl has been my best friend since we were kids and I love her to pieces but she has to get her stuff together. She’s too old to be unemployed, drinking, owing me money, and not concerned about it. It was rough, first I got guilt, then tantrums, and finally admission that this was right for both of us. We’re talking and everything is good now, she’s even saying she’s going to get help for the drinking. Absolutely love this girl and no matter what I couldn’t imagine life without her, but I won’t help her downward spiral. That’s why she loves me.
Also, Algebra started this week. I so beyond suck at math. Ugh! Need I say more?
Finally, let’s mention the boys.
D is up to his old crap again. Apparently the worse I feel, the more I need him. Or at least that seems to be his logic.
T is not talking to me hardly at all, because he feels I make it impossible for us to see each other. This kills me because I honestly miss him.
I don’t even know what to do anymore. I love D, truly, but he’s not reality for me anymore. We’ll never be able to put the pieces back together. And I care about T more than I can even explain. I just feel so drawn to him. They both are amazing people, just in very different ways.
Even if you try to put Love and Logic in a picture, they make no sense together.
