It's Happening!!

I'm turning into that old miserable bitch that you hear other people complaining about while trying to avoid at all cost.  The one who hates other people, asshole drivers, children,  cats, loud birds,  hot weather, cold weather. Basically fucking everything you can think of to complain about, I will.

And then I wonder why I'm single.  I'm probably single because I'm fucking misery on tour.

So I need to look for the things I like.

1. My dog
2. Margaritas! 😁

My dog could get more action than me!

I adopted a sweet dog,  a madra beag, back in February.  We'll call her Camán, to protect the innocent.

The first week was tough.  I sobbed while she hid in corners,  refusing to come out, or eat, or at times, even go outside.  I'd call the adoption shelter and cry to them,  worried I was going to ruin her.

Newsflash!!!  I didn't!!!!!

Now she's off out mingling with doggie neighbors.  Apparently the doggie parents often arrange stuff for all the group to do. 

Camán had been here 3 months and now has a bigger social circle than I do, and I've lived in this complex for 1.5 years.

It's just bloody typical really.

If all else fails, give her CBD Oil!

My poor pooch continues to be terrified of everything and everyone, except me. I'm so relieved that she's finally relaxed around me and she trusts me enough to know that trips in the car always end up at home, she knows I always show up from work to feed her and walk her and we wake early weekends so I'll show her sunrises on the beach. I just need pooch to know that the scary woman (who isn't scary when she's got treats in her hand) would never be mean to her and pooch doesn't have to hide in a corner every time we visit. Every. Time.!

Based on a recommendation today i decided to try the CBD oil. After half a dose and a treat  she's been very relaxed and a little snugglier than usual.  If this helps with her anxiety and stress, I'll be a true believer! 

Fingers crossed!! 

Laughter is the best medicine!

There's nothing better than a good laugh.  The kind of laugh where you can't catch your breath and tears roll down down your face.  The kind of laugh that makes you feel almost carefree afterwards and will bring a smile to your face everytime you remember that moment.

I used to love to laugh like that.  To laugh until I cried.  That was until yesterday when my sister told me I really have an evil laugh.  Now I'm freaked about it. She managed to ruin something so very enjoyable. And that makes me sad. 

Also is she alone in her opinion or does everyone agree that I have an evil laugh?  I caught myself laughing a couple of times today but quickly stopped myself; I hate she has made so paranoid about it but that's the power of a shitty comment. 

Save me from dog hair!

Everything I own is covered in dog hair.  When I vacuum and dust, the pooch acts all offended and throws a nasty side eye as she stomps out of the room.  Not that she can stomp far, I only have a 1- bedroom apartment.

This morning I cleaned out her crate, her sanctuary if you will.  I washed her bed and blankets.  I put everything back neatly afterwards, with a few treats tossed in for good behaviour.  Is she grateful? Has she spent the day lounging on fresh bedding??  No!  She refuses to get in her bed.  I've ruined it for her.  😂

Bloodshed?

I was gently roused from my 4 hours of slumber this morning by my not-so-little doggie softly walking across my head; that’s her careful way of waking me when it’s time for her breakfast.

I sat up and noticed, on her side of the bed, a great big bloodstain on my nice cream coloured comforter that most certainly was not there last night.  I’m sure of this as I think I would recall any activity that would have ended in violence.

I immediately checked my hands for any sign of blood.  Clean.  Innocent!  Phew!!!  A full check of the doggie showed no sign of any cuts or irritated hot spots that could have bled. Gums and teeth all fine.  I give myself a cursory glance.  No problems there.  Nobody is limping or acting strange.  Yet there’s an unexplained bloodstain on my nice cream coloured comforter.

Oxy that shit and pop into the washer.  Take the doggie for a walk to show neighbors everything is perfectly normal.  Absolutely nothing to see here at all!  Carry on about our day just like any other Friday.

Praise all the Gods!  The stain came out!!  What a way to spend a Friday night!

I have an Idiot Magnet!

It’s been a long few days at work.  Lots of bitching and moaning, mostly from the staff really.  I tried to bribe one or two to go for margaritas after work but they were so enamored with me they couldn’t decline my generous offer fast enough.

Instead I took myself for a walk with my dog.  I was talking to her as we’re walking; it’d be rude to just ignore her!  Encouraging her to be a bit braver in the garage of death, as I affectionately call it, at my sister’s house.  Guy on a bicycle doubles back and slooooowly heads my way again.

“I like your accent” he says, as he passes us for the third time.  “Thanks” says I, dragging Hurley around the corner.  “Can you say toe-may-toe?” “Tomato.” “That’s so freaking hot!  What to go somewhere?”

“No! Fuck no!”

I crossed the street, proudly dragging my terrified canine companion behind me.  And hoped he didn’t see which way I came home.