Ok, so it's day 7 of dog-sitting. My forehead was a five-head already but now I think it's a ten-head. I swear to you, I never in a bazillion years thought this was going to be this hard!!
Wyatt and Mr. Pickles are like oil and water. Like fire and ice. It's a love/hate relationship. They love to hate each other.
They need to be (for my sake) like ying and yang. Like peanut butter and jelly. Like a Coke and a smile.
Wyatt needs to quit acting like his whole purpose in life is to torment Pickles. I mean, this kid, is ALL over Pickles!! Like stink on shit. Like white on rice!! He's either licking his ears (which is nasty) or biting his legs (which has to hurt) or trying to nip his peepee (which is just wrong!)!!! Why can't he just leave poor Mr. Pickles alone??
Pickles...that's Mr. Pickles to you, thank you. He is a sly little mo-fo. He'll go and sit right in front of Wyatt trying to goad him into being bad. And Wyatt falls for it EVERY time. Pickles is ok with everything for a while until Wyatt actually bites him. Then it's all out war!! I think Pickles holds out hope that I'll put Wyatt in time-out before it gets to that point.
They freaking fight over the same damn piece of rawhide!! There are two pieces!! One for each but FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, they have to fight over the same DAMN PIECE!!! They each have a separate set of bowls for their food and water but they fight over the same DAMN bowl!! UGH!!!!!!!! They are driving me INSANE!! They've been in time out I don't know how many times!! They've gotten on my last freaking nerve and I started swatting their butts with my flip-flop. They look at me like..."What did ya do that for?" Like they don't know!! As soon as I raise my voice, they both stop and walk away from each other for a minute to avoid being put into time out. SNEAKY BASTARDS!! lol
I'm more exhausted right now than I've ever been in my WHOLE life!! I want to just scream!! And then cry!! And then laugh hysterically because two dogs brought me to this point!!
After all of this, I had to take Wyatt to the vet for his last series of puppy shots and his rabies vaccine. I got Pickles an appointment for his rabies shot too. This is when I should have just shot myself and ended it all.
Wyatt peed all over the entryway at the vet's because he got all excited over the two people who were waiting and decided to pet him. He peed again when this little daschund with a BIG bark started barking. (Wyatt is a chicken shit) Then came the part where I had to take him into his room...I had to freaking pick him up!! I had to hold him the WHOLE time soothing him and telling him what a great job he was doing!! Poor thing was shaking like a leaf the whole time. He got his shots and I had to CARRY him out!! He's 36 lbs if you were wondering!! lol...
I left Pickles in the van while Wyatt had his stuff done.
And then there's Pickles. Lord have mercy. I don't think he's been to the vet for at least a year. It was just for his rabies shot. I asked Dr. Alldredge about how bad Pickles stinks. He said he'd look in his ears, at his skin and in his butt. I called mom because she was paying for it just to let her know. As it turns out, Mr. Pickles had a yeast infection in both ears and he needed his anal glands expressed. I had no idea what that meant. But we got it all done. The whole time I was holding and soothing Mr. Pickles.
Ok...anal glands expression. Yeah....it was GROSS!! The nurse stuck her finger in his butt and then squeezed or expressed one side and then the other. OMG....It was AWFUL. It stunk SOOOOOOOOOOO bad!! I felt so bad for Pickles. He's been like that for forever.
So, here it is...10pm and both of them are out like a light. Both snoring!! They are so cute!! So loving!! Wyatt wakes up when I go to the bathroom and follows me. He won't let me too far out of his sight. Pickles will lie down right next to me and just hang whenever Wyatt is not acting like a maniac. The other night, I slept on the couch and Pickles slept beside me and Wyatt slept on top of me. It was really sweet.
It's moments like these that remind me why I love my puppy. And he is just a puppy!! And I love my little nephew!! I just wish these two cousins would just get along a little better. Just a little!! At least for the next three days!! That's when Krys gets back from Italy.
Hopefully I can avoid pulling any more of my hair out!! My forehead (five-head) is big enough already!! Lord, give me strength!!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
He Ain't Heavy...He's My Brother
I went to visit my brother, Michael, today. I hadn't seen him in a couple of months due to my having to work weekends the last two months working at the hospital and then the two and some odd weeks of moving. So, I finally got the chance to go this morning.
Now, for those of you who don't know and most of you don't, my brother is currently incarcerated and is serving a 10 year sentence. I think he's done about 3 years but I honestly don't remember. It's been rough on him but he's finally gotten to a point where he is at peace with the punishment that was dealt him and understands his responsibility in his actions that resulted in him being taken away from his family. Now, that's not to say he's happy about it but he's found peace and that is an awesome thing to be able to say.
It's hard to see him there. For one, he's gotten chunky. LOL..but that has more to do with him working in the kitchen than anything else!! Plus it's hard because we have to sit on the other side of the table from him. That's just kinda weird but I guess it makes sense. But more than anything, it's hard to see there because he's there and not home. Soon...time will fly by!!
Anywho....It was a fun visit. My mom and I had already laughed pretty much the whole way there. We finally got there and we had to go through the usual procedure of opening the car hood and trunk for the security officer to look through. What exactly are they looking for?? Dead bodies?? Explosives?? Who knows!! Anywho...then we get our quarters (we always stop and get $20 worth of quarters to raid the snack machine and soda machine because those are the only "snacks" he can have) and drivers license and head into the building.
The lady officer meets us at the door and proceeds to pat my mom down and make her take off her shoes. Then she starts doing me and she asks me to move my hair. I didn't think I heard her correctly and said..What?? She said..."I need you to move your hair so I don't pull it." I started laughing and said.."Go ahead and pull it, it would be the only action I've gotten in a LONG time." We all cracked up laughing. I kinda embarrassed her but we laughed/giggled for a while. I'm a great ice-breaker that way.
So, I go in and then the other lady guard says.."She's wearing a sleeveless shirt." Come to find out that you aren't allowed to wear sleeveless shirts. (WTF??) Anywho...we ended up having to go to the Dollar store and I bought a white t-shirt to wear under my sleeveless sweater thingy. So, we're leaving the store and my mom says, "you should have known better!! You'd be turning those inmates on with those toned-arms " (read that with PLENTY of sarcasm!) We started laughing hysterically and then my mom said..."next thing you know, you're gonna be labeled a whore." OMG...we both lost it. I almost peed my pants. Me and my mom laugh A LOT!!
So, ok...the inmates there have to wear all white. I made a comment about this because it just struck me as odd. My mom said.."well, it's just like if you see a guy wearing all orange running on the side of the road. If you see someone wearing all white, you know they're some psycho that's escaped so you call the police." We cracked up laughing again. Michael's like thanks mom for calling me a retard and I said that's ok she called me a whore. LOL...my family!!!!
Anywho...Michael was in good spirits like he usually is. You can tell in his eyes and on his face that it's hard for him but that he's making the most of a bad situation. I told him that to some degree, I'm in the same boat. I don't want to be in Texas but it's the choice I made and I'm trying my hardest to be ok with it. Of course, it isn't anywhere NEAR the same but to me it sure feels like it!!
I told him all about the people I've reconnected with on Facebook and he was pretty amazed. Then we started reminiscing about high school and BYU days and had a good laugh.
My brother is the best man I know. He's a little defeated right now but I'm his biggest fan. He's the most amazing man I've ever met. He's slow to anger. He's got a heart the size of Texas if not bigger. He's a great storyteller (some true some not so true). He's quick to forgive and forget. He's a champion of the underdog. He's my spiritual leader because he KNOWS and he's patient with me and my lack of faith at times. He's also mortal. He makes mistakes and sometimes feels he isn't worthy of the blessings he receives.
I wish he could see himself through my eyes for just a moment. He'd be super surprised to see what I see. I know his faults...and he's got enough of them!! But I know his strengths and even though he shies away from those strengths, I know they are there. I also know that no matter what, he will ALWAYS be there for me. Right or wrong, he will love me and give me whatever strength he can to help me through it. THAT'S THE KIND OF MAN HE IS. No judgement, just love, love, love.
Michael has made plenty of mistakes or bad choices or maybe taken the harder road at times, but if he hadn't, I'm not sure he would have the compassion he has. He understands exactly what you're going through and knows your pain, your sorrow and to some degree that is very comforting to me. I love him. I love the man he is, right here and right now. He's my "home" when I'm lost. He knows exactly how to say things to me so that I listen. He is my twin in so many ways and I'm glad there is someone out there who gets me.
There will be plenty of people who will judge Michael for the crime he is serving time for but let them judge. I know Michael. I know he's been a fool. I know how bad it all got. I KNOW. But when it comes right down to it, Michael is my brother and I will defend him to the death. He doesn't deserve your judgement. For those of you who would judge, I would suggest you look at your own life and ask if there are not mistakes or choices you made where other people were affected or emotions were damaged or perceptions were misguided. It can be really ugly when you turn the mirror back on yourself. I did it many years ago and realized that I'd failed so many people and destroyed a lot of trust and stepped on a lot of hearts that it no longer mattered the degree to which I did it but that I had done it. It was an eye-opener.
Michael...I love you. I'm proud to call you my brother!! You are my hero!!
Always
Miche~
Now, for those of you who don't know and most of you don't, my brother is currently incarcerated and is serving a 10 year sentence. I think he's done about 3 years but I honestly don't remember. It's been rough on him but he's finally gotten to a point where he is at peace with the punishment that was dealt him and understands his responsibility in his actions that resulted in him being taken away from his family. Now, that's not to say he's happy about it but he's found peace and that is an awesome thing to be able to say.
It's hard to see him there. For one, he's gotten chunky. LOL..but that has more to do with him working in the kitchen than anything else!! Plus it's hard because we have to sit on the other side of the table from him. That's just kinda weird but I guess it makes sense. But more than anything, it's hard to see there because he's there and not home. Soon...time will fly by!!
Anywho....It was a fun visit. My mom and I had already laughed pretty much the whole way there. We finally got there and we had to go through the usual procedure of opening the car hood and trunk for the security officer to look through. What exactly are they looking for?? Dead bodies?? Explosives?? Who knows!! Anywho...then we get our quarters (we always stop and get $20 worth of quarters to raid the snack machine and soda machine because those are the only "snacks" he can have) and drivers license and head into the building.
The lady officer meets us at the door and proceeds to pat my mom down and make her take off her shoes. Then she starts doing me and she asks me to move my hair. I didn't think I heard her correctly and said..What?? She said..."I need you to move your hair so I don't pull it." I started laughing and said.."Go ahead and pull it, it would be the only action I've gotten in a LONG time." We all cracked up laughing. I kinda embarrassed her but we laughed/giggled for a while. I'm a great ice-breaker that way.
So, I go in and then the other lady guard says.."She's wearing a sleeveless shirt." Come to find out that you aren't allowed to wear sleeveless shirts. (WTF??) Anywho...we ended up having to go to the Dollar store and I bought a white t-shirt to wear under my sleeveless sweater thingy. So, we're leaving the store and my mom says, "you should have known better!! You'd be turning those inmates on with those toned-arms " (read that with PLENTY of sarcasm!) We started laughing hysterically and then my mom said..."next thing you know, you're gonna be labeled a whore." OMG...we both lost it. I almost peed my pants. Me and my mom laugh A LOT!!
So, ok...the inmates there have to wear all white. I made a comment about this because it just struck me as odd. My mom said.."well, it's just like if you see a guy wearing all orange running on the side of the road. If you see someone wearing all white, you know they're some psycho that's escaped so you call the police." We cracked up laughing again. Michael's like thanks mom for calling me a retard and I said that's ok she called me a whore. LOL...my family!!!!
Anywho...Michael was in good spirits like he usually is. You can tell in his eyes and on his face that it's hard for him but that he's making the most of a bad situation. I told him that to some degree, I'm in the same boat. I don't want to be in Texas but it's the choice I made and I'm trying my hardest to be ok with it. Of course, it isn't anywhere NEAR the same but to me it sure feels like it!!
I told him all about the people I've reconnected with on Facebook and he was pretty amazed. Then we started reminiscing about high school and BYU days and had a good laugh.
My brother is the best man I know. He's a little defeated right now but I'm his biggest fan. He's the most amazing man I've ever met. He's slow to anger. He's got a heart the size of Texas if not bigger. He's a great storyteller (some true some not so true). He's quick to forgive and forget. He's a champion of the underdog. He's my spiritual leader because he KNOWS and he's patient with me and my lack of faith at times. He's also mortal. He makes mistakes and sometimes feels he isn't worthy of the blessings he receives.
I wish he could see himself through my eyes for just a moment. He'd be super surprised to see what I see. I know his faults...and he's got enough of them!! But I know his strengths and even though he shies away from those strengths, I know they are there. I also know that no matter what, he will ALWAYS be there for me. Right or wrong, he will love me and give me whatever strength he can to help me through it. THAT'S THE KIND OF MAN HE IS. No judgement, just love, love, love.
Michael has made plenty of mistakes or bad choices or maybe taken the harder road at times, but if he hadn't, I'm not sure he would have the compassion he has. He understands exactly what you're going through and knows your pain, your sorrow and to some degree that is very comforting to me. I love him. I love the man he is, right here and right now. He's my "home" when I'm lost. He knows exactly how to say things to me so that I listen. He is my twin in so many ways and I'm glad there is someone out there who gets me.
There will be plenty of people who will judge Michael for the crime he is serving time for but let them judge. I know Michael. I know he's been a fool. I know how bad it all got. I KNOW. But when it comes right down to it, Michael is my brother and I will defend him to the death. He doesn't deserve your judgement. For those of you who would judge, I would suggest you look at your own life and ask if there are not mistakes or choices you made where other people were affected or emotions were damaged or perceptions were misguided. It can be really ugly when you turn the mirror back on yourself. I did it many years ago and realized that I'd failed so many people and destroyed a lot of trust and stepped on a lot of hearts that it no longer mattered the degree to which I did it but that I had done it. It was an eye-opener.
Michael...I love you. I'm proud to call you my brother!! You are my hero!!
Always
Miche~
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