TGIF

I am SO, SO, SO , grateful it is Friday!!! Halleluah, Praise the Lord, Allah, Jesus and any other deity I have not mentioned.

This week began like a wet soggy, dirty, smelly sweat sock left too long in a teenage boys locker.

It did not get better.

But fortunately, tomorrow is laundry day.

Is it 5:00 yet? Oh wait. Have to work late. The dog just threw up on the sweat sock!

Work is NOT My Life

For the record! I do not define myself by my job. Yes, I said job. Not Career. We as Americans are so obsessed with what type of job/career we have we don't take time just to enjoy our lives. I am sick of people telling me you gotta love your job, do you enjoy what you do?

OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!

I work because I have a mortgage, 3 dogs, 3 cats, a husband in school, and a father who lives with me. I don't mind doing what I do, BUT and again listen carefully... IT IS NOT WHO I AM!! If I didn't have to work to pay bills I wouldn't. PERIOD!

I would hang at my home, travel, read books, have long intellectual conversation and some long pointless conversations, drink good & bad wine, play with my dogs, my cats & my husband . In general I would just BE.

No I am not my job, and I resent spending more time here than with the people I live with.

OH, and yes I am happy.

The Agony of It All

I believe this spewing words onto the internet may be addicting. But hey, a few addictions are not bad, right?

OK maybe not, but be that as it may.

I love my job, I love my boss, I love my co-workers... BUT there are days when I want to tell them, the world, & everyone in my immediate vicinity to,

"PISS OFF & LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

This would be one of those days.

The Apointed Hour

3:30 AM!!!

That is the hour. Not 3:30 PM, not even 5:00AM. But 3:30 AM!!

I can set my clock to it. Actually, I have set my clock to it. You see at 3:30 AM that is the time Rudy's medication wears off(Vicadin & Tylenol PM) Yes, this is approved by the vet. And he begins eminating this ... sound. Much like metal scrapping metal. I know he has a condition where his feet fall asleep, I know it is painfull at times. BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!! I need some semblance of sleep!
So I rouse myself, the husband is snoring peacefully, and go turn the 137lb Rottweiler so he will stop this high pithched whining. Can I just say if one could harness this sound it could be used as a weapon of mass destruction. OK, I have rotated the Rudy! He is comfortable.
NOW, of course this awakens the other boys, creating a flurry of activity, licking, smelling, tail wagging and joy that "mommy" is on the floor with us.
Yes it is sweet they love me... but at 3:30 in the damn morning I AM NOT feeling very loving.

I finally settle all of the "boys" down. Crawl back into my now cold sheets. (I don't like cold sheets) Snuggle in, trying to get comfortable, just start to nodd off when... whump!! Nickie, the cat, has decided she needs some attention also!!!

I HATE 3:30 IN THE MORNING!!!

The Day After

So...

It has been a full 24 hours since the deed was done. My heart does NOT hurt less. But at least I am not blubbering at the first mention of you know who's name. Last night sleep was hard. I believe all the dogs KNEW Fitzy was gone. Not just not there but trully gone. As in, "You bastards, You killed Fitzy!" Citrus, the cat-dog was the worst. He played the tribal drums well into the wee hours of the morning. By four o'clock I was ready to give HIM the shot. (OK, not reallly) But, DAMN I do need some sleep. Riley slept on the bed all night, not sure if it was more for my comfort or his. And Rudy, well he just cried off & on. Sam...ok maybe I am wrong but he didn't seemed very phased. He just probably thought, "OH cool more food for me."

So... life goes on. At least for another day.

The passing of an era

Well,
Today sucks. How is it possible to love a small furry creature so much it pains your soul to say good bye? We had to take our Llasa Apso, Fitzy, to the vets today to be put to sleep. Can I just say what a crappy metaphore that is? I mean really, he wasn't going to sleep, he was being put to death. Yes I KNOW it was best for him. He couldn't eat, he could barely walk, couldn't see, couldn't smell and he was having a hard time just drinking water. But... I KNOW Fitzy did not want to relinquish life. Stuborn to the end, he fought death all the way.

You have to understand Fitzy to know how he lived his life. He was a brilliant, cantankerous, stubborn, loving little dog who worshipped me and despised my husband. Which is ironic seeing that he was Kurt's dog before I came into the picture. But as soon as I came on board, Fitzy knew life was going to be GOOD. Yes, I admitt i spoiled the hell out of him. And there was really nothing Kurt could do about it. He was allowed to sleep on the bed, beg at the table, have special treats and go to doggie spa at least once a month

Eventhough we have three other dogs Fitzy will be sorely missed. I enjoyed his constant precence, his unwavering loyalty, and his persistance to always get the final crumb & morsel available.

He was a wonderful little dog. I will miss him.