Rough Weekend

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I could use a good day. This weekend was tougher then need be.

Starting on saturday, Winston started acting funny. He was standing all crooked and holding his legs up. Apparently that got worse saturday night, (I wasn't home, forever guilty). When I got home Sunday he had basically a partial seizure in my arms so we brought him to the animal hospital where they told us a few scenarios all of which made me cry. None sounded good. Vet herself was all: "this doesn't give me a good feeling". She wanted to keep him for observation but it was going to be almost a grand and I don't have that kind of money. So we brought him home, despite how guilty and terrible I felt - although if he got worse I would have brought him back.

Instead (thankgoodness) he just got better. He didn't have any more episodes, he just took a few naps and then played when he woke up as though nothing happened. So I brought his crate to sleep in my room so I could stare at him all night and make sure he was okay.

Next morning, fake ontario holiday called Family day, wake up and my house was 56 degrees. It was chilly. Luckily we have a wood stove so we got that going and warmed it up enough but then I had to try to call the oil people but it was a holiday so they weren't open. After much hassle and waiting we got enough oil on an emergency help thingy and a call from the oil office to fix everything.

But needless to say, I'm exhausted. The emotional draining day of sunday mixed with the corporate rage of monday have made me useless to the world today. I just want to eat a tub of ice cream and sleep.

At least Winston is doing better. I will be keeping a close eye on him however for now, you should know he sleeps so soundly that very little affects him. He is hilarious. Its kind of scary when he doesn't respond but he snores so I know he's breathing. Yesterday I managed to not only trim all his tiny little nails, but individually file them after so they wouldn't be all sharp when he paws at my face. He is pretty wonderful.

Sorry this post isn't funny. I'm too exhausted to be funny. When my robotness rebalances and all the feelings evacuate my system I'll be good to go. I hate when feelings happen. They are so disruptive.

Anyways... I'm going to include a Winston picture of him sleeping in all his glory.

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Sir Winston Batdog Pugglesworth

According to my friend Jake that is his entire name. We just call him Winston because other wise it too time consuming.





He is pretty cool! Last night he slept through the night so I am extra happy. Now we know we need to run him around for three hours until he is literally so tired he cannot stay awake anymore and  then put him to bed. It worked splendidly. He is pretty awesome. I haven't had a puppy in a really long time so it is a bit of an adjustment but it is fun!

Anyways, I am going to go write a real post because I will do what I can to prevent this blog from just becoming a Pug picture center!

Irrelevant Picture Post

 

Have you ever seen something so adorable? 2 Weeks left then he is mine!!

BIG News

Hello everyone!

Today I have some very exciting new to share. Well actually I have two exciting Newses to share. Whats the plural of news? I have two exciting pieces of information to share! Yes, that will be easier grammatically.

INFORMATION THE FIRST:

I am going to CUBA! For a whole week. It should be fun I think. I am really nervous for the whole flying part because I have only gone in an airplane once and I had my dad with me who knows everything about airplanes even how to crash them so I wasn't too scared. (Side story, once my dad crashed an airplane, moving on). This time its just me and Dave going to an all inclusive resort. I am mostly just nervous for the flying and the getting from the airport to the hotel. I have been assured that there should be people to direct us to the appropriate mode of transportation so I should not worry, but telling me not to worry tends to make me worry more about being so worried and then I start to hyperventilate and forget to use punctuation. Ya. So, Once I am there it should be exciting. Hopefully they have good french fries there because I intend to eat nothing but. Also, I don't know the luggage restrictions but I need to bring basically an entire suitcase filled with sunscreen. I am built of apparently flammable material so if the sun sees me it will turn my skin into raw tomato skin and light it on fire. Other than that, it should be amazing.

INFORMATION THE SECOND:

This is the best news EVER guys. I mean, life altering, forever changing my outlook, inspiring, amazing, happiness inducing, heart warming, best news ever kind of news. A new little bundle of love will be joining my household shortly. Ha! Grandparents are you breathing? I am not pregnant. I said this was GOOD news. I AM GETTING A PUPPY! not just any puppy.... A PUG!

[caption id="attachment_276" align="alignnone" width="2592"] better than a baby![/caption]

He is still super tiny, only three weeks old so I must be patient and wait until February until he can come home. Then, my blog is likely to turn into a collection of pictures of my little unnamed friend in various outfits or doing random things. It's going to be awesome.

So far we haven't picked a name. Dave didn't get to come with me to meet him because he was working so I brought Sandy with me - mostly to protect myself from buying three pugs and shoving them into my pockets. I could have taken more time to actually pick.. there were two left to pick between. See, there was a picture of the father in the ad I replied to and she had raised the father from another little from her other pug, and when I got there and said he was the most handsome little man, she said that one of the babies was likely to look a lot like him. I was then hooked. She put this little man in my hands and then i didn't let him go. She had the other one also, who I am sure is just as glorious and adorable but I was just addicted to this tiny fella. He started to lick me and sucking on my fingers because he was hungry. It was adorable. It was near impossible to take a picture because he was all squirmy but how cute is he right? It hurts my heart a little, I can feel it stop beating every time I see his picture. Which is a lot because that picture is the background on my cell phone right now.

So that is all I have to say for now. I need to go finish taking down my Christmas tree. It is one of the very saddest days of the year for me... admitting its over is like killing joy for another 11 months. Also, I don't really enjoy the process of taking shit down. It's annoying and involves much walking up and down the stairs.

Oh! One more funny thing: I was taking down some of my tree decorations and realized that my Batmobile lost a wheel, and if you ever went to elementary school  you know that this is hilarious.

[caption id="attachment_277" align="alignnone" width="2592"] So my batmobile lost a wheel...[/caption]

Thank you Puppy

I forgot to tell you about what happened to me on Friday.

As a stand up citizen waiting for my bus in the wind, I saw an older man's fancy hat go flying. Now I was downtown and people here can't even be bothered to get a suit in their size let alone a fancy stylish hat, so this hat seemed extra important. I knew the attachment to hats as I myself love them. I never wear them because I think you need a great deal of confidence and self-esteem to pull off wearing a hat and I possess neither of those things.

Anyways, as the old man's hat flew towards me I leapt into the air and completed a double back flip to catch it. (double back flip is code for couldn't really catch it but managed to knock it onto the ground and proceed to chase after it for a minute with the wind blowing it away.)

So once I had this hat I turned to return it to its classy owner. I smiled and said "Here you go sir" and he said "F%?@ you" ... not actually but he didn't even smile which is about 90% the same thing. .

He didn't even say any of the things I was hoping for.

There was no "Thank you! Here is a 100$ bill with Kate Goslin on it!" and there was no "Oh you saved my classy hat! Please take this free Pug puppy as a payment for your vigilante-style attitude."

So needless to say I am horribly disappointed in the city's hat wearing population. They could at least say thank you or give me a puppy. I would prefer the puppy but I will accept the thank you.

Common Courtesy People.

Please, Thank you, Excuse me, Here's a Puppy. The simple rules of courtesy.




Thank you puppies: The next big thing. (Please don't actually give puppies to people who can't handle them? Then they go to the shelters and then Sarah McLaughclan has to make people sad with her commercials and then no one wins.... Only I may receive Thank you Puppies. And just one Pug.)



Thank you Puppy

I forgot to tell you about what happened to me on Friday.

As a stand up citizen waiting for my bus in the wind, I saw an older man's fancy hat go flying. Now I was downtown and people here can't even be bothered to get a suit in their size let alone a fancy stylish hat, so this hat seemed extra important. I knew the attachment to hats as I myself love them. I never wear them because I think you need a great deal of confidence and self-esteem to pull off wearing a hat and I possess neither of those things.

Anyways, as the old man's hat flew towards me I leapt into the air and completed a double back flip to catch it. (double back flip is code for couldn't really catch it but managed to knock it onto the ground and proceed to chase after it for a minute with the wind blowing it away.)

So once I had this hat I turned to return it to its classy owner. I smiled and said "Here you go sir" and he said "F%?@ you" ... not actually but he didn't even smile which is about 90% the same thing. .

He didn't even say any of the things I was hoping for.

There was no "Thank you! Here is a 100$ bill with Kate Goslin on it!" and there was no "Oh you saved my classy hat! Please take this free Pug puppy as a payment for your vigilante-style attitude."

So needless to say I am horribly disappointed in the city's hat wearing population. They could at least say thank you or give me a puppy. I would prefer the puppy but I will accept the thank you.

Common Courtesy People.

Please, Thank you, Excuse me, Here's a Puppy. The simple rules of courtesy.




Thank you puppies: The next big thing.
(Please don't actually give puppies to people who can't handle them? Then they go to the shelters and then Sarah McLaughclan has to
make people sad with her commercials and then no one wins.... Only I may receive Thank you Puppies. And just one Pug.)