Stupid bikers...

R and I decided to go out for a ride last night since the weather forecast indicated a major drop in temperature for the foreseeable future. It's always sad when the riding season comes to an end. I called a couple friends and we cruised around for a while, stopping here and there at some local bars. It was a bit brisk, but it was fun.

We got home kind of late. When we got home, R pulled the bike in the garage, shut the garage door and we went inside. I took D-puppy outside to go potty.

Our front door has a lock on it that stays locked when you open it from the inside, unless you actually turn the lock to unlock it and then open the door. I know this. I went out, left the door open a little bit, and set the puppy down in the grass.

A few minutes later, R decided to join me outside. He came out the door, and pulled it shut.

"Oh no you didn't."

"What?" pause "Oh shit. I just shut the door."

"Yep. You sure did."

"Oh my god. What are we gonna do? We're locked out."

"Um. I don't know. We don't have a key hidden anywhere. I guess I'll have to see if I can get in the garage window."

"Isn't it locked?"

"I didn't relock it yet. Did you?"

"Yeah."

"You did?"

"No, I'm just kidding."

"Aren't you just so funny."

I unlocked the gate, walked around the house to the window and studied it for a while. It was still open a bit, but the screen that is in the window comes out from the inside. Not helpful. I tried pushing on the screen. Didn't budge. The little knobby things that you pull on to remove it were on the other side of the screen. There was no way I was getting those pulled from the outside. After fully analyzing the configuration, I decided the only way to get in was to cut the screen.

I walked back around the house and through the gate.

"Well, the window is still unlocked, but I can't get the screen out from the outside. Do you have anything sharp on you? I'm just going to have to cut the screen."

"No, I don't have anything," says R, checking his pockets. "Oh wait a minute."

He reached into his pocket and said, "Here, I have the bike key."

He dangled the bike key in the air.

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"Oh. Look. I have the house key, too."

"What? Oh my god. You're lucky I didn't get that screen out and crawl through that window. You had a key the whole time."

"Well, I guess we can go in now."

"Dumbass."

Sent to me at work...

Sent to me at work...
Originally uploaded by JaG27z.

And totally cracked me up. So I'm not PC. This is funny.

Another boring blog entry...

R's phone broke the other day. Ever since then, I have been getting uncontrollable urges to text message Him. Of course, I can't, so there is nothing I can do. Well I could, but He wouldn't get the messages. So I just sit and think of the different messages I could send Him. If His phone was fine, I wouldn't feel the need to send Him all these pointless, cutesy messages I have a tendency to inflict upon Him. I have also been thinking, "What if I NEED to CALL Him?" To which He responded, when I asked Him, "Call's K's phone." Fine. Except K's wife thought he was cheating on her a while back and what if SHE has HIS phone because he accidentally left it at home and she answers and thinks I'm his girlfriend?" She'll never buy the "Oh, R's phone broke and he told me to call K if I needed anything." Mmm-hmm.

Just little OCD behavior for you there.

I blame Sprint for this.

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In other news...

D-puppy is doing well. She is clearly fully paper trained as she has not yet had an accident in the house, but her paper usually has a little present for me when I get home from work. Fine with me. She'll go outside too, but she can't get down the stairs to the door yet to tell us she wants out. She can get up the stairs after I let her back in, though. Once she can go down them, I'm going to see if I can teach her to paw at the door like Z-dog used to do. Of course, Z-dog was so humongous that it was more like someone knocking on the door, I don't know if I'd hear D-puppy.

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Much to R's dismay, I turned on the furnace last night. That was just one of the many little things I did to get on His already frayed nerves. The whole dinner-wasn't-made-when-He-got-home thing didn't help either. Aaaaaaaaaaand I forgot to empty the diswasher. I pretty much just sat on my ass playing with the dog.

Bad wifey.

But I still don't understand why the furnace being on is a big deal. It was cold last night. Of course, I am a total freeze baby, and He is always hot, so I guess that's one reason. So here's me, in my new flannel jammies, and Him in shorts and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. And no socks! My toes would freeze and fall off!

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Do you ever go longer than usual with no sex? Like when you are in a kind of sad, life sucks, why bother state? Then you start to worry about how everyone says getting married changes things, and oh my god it's only been like two months, but what if that happens and then he gets a girlfriend and I don't know about it but everyone else does and everyone laughs at me and.....

Whoa, OCD attack again.

It's fine. In fact, Sunday night was rock your world, can't last much longer fine! He told me to stop but I couldn't stop fine. Ooooh.

Just thinking about it makes me want to send Him a text message.

Gah!!!!

Happy days are here again...

OK.

So I'm mostly out of my "losing Z-dog funk".

And now I'm in the "I have a cool new puppy and a really nice husband" happy days.

Yay me!

D-puppy

Puppy Love
Originally uploaded by JaG27z.

My house doesn't feel so empty anymore. And she tries to play with Z-dog's big toys. And she snores. And sleeps on our laps.

If you're really sad

If you're really sad
Originally uploaded by JaG27z.

because your dog died, and you have a really nice husband like mine, he will call and find you one of these to go look at and maybe take home.

I just died in your arms tonight...

That song was playing at the gas station when we stopped to get gas after having Z-dog put to sleep.

I always hated that song.

I stayed with her. It was much more peaceful than I expected.

It was the hardest thing I've had to do so far in my life.

I am going to miss her so much. She was such a good dog. Even though she slobbered everywhere and left hair everywhere and made a mess of just about everything.

She was always there for me when I was sad.

She licked the tears off my face for the last time today.

I don't have anyone to give my leftover food to.

I'll never hear her snore again, or how she would groan when she'd lay down to go to sleep. Or that squeaky thing she did when she yawned. Or how she'd paw at the closet door when we were going somewhere because she thought her leash was in there. How she'd wait for R at the bathroom in the morning because he had to pee first. How she would come into the bedroom every night for her butt scratch before she went to bed. How excited she'd get at the words "ride" or "truck".

I told her tonight she was going for a ride in the truck. And even though she was sick she got excited, and pawed at the door for her leash.

I hope she had a good last ride.

I miss you Z-dog.

Thirsty Dog

Thirsty Dog
Originally uploaded by JaG27z.

Look at my cool collar that KT got me for Christmas. KT was afraid of me, but I wouldn't have hurt her. I liked my water too. I escpecially liked to slobber on anything in my way after drinking bunches of it.

I got a bone

Grrrr..
Originally uploaded by JaG27z.

Look at her eyes. I promise she did not always look this evil. She loved her bones though.

Don't write me off yet, mom...

So Z-dog must have decided she ain't quite ready to go yet. She's all pepped up again, with the exception of her tumor-infested knee. She got up with R today for breakfast and ATE IT ALL. Yesterday she got up with me. She's still wagging her butt (it's so funny to see a dog without a tail that doesn't know they don't have a tail).

No, I'm not in denial. I know she isn't going to get better. Just taking it day by day. It could be tomorrow, It could be next week. I know it will be soon.

But for right now, she is still here and gives me lots of doggie kisses and licks my tears when I cry for her.

Operation Eden

Operation Eden


Wow.

And old picture of a healthy Z-dog

zdog
Originally uploaded by JaG27z.

I think she was 2 here. It's not a really good picture.

It won't be long now...

A few more days, at most.

Z-dog is on her last leg. Her last 3 legs to be exact.

The tumor is huge. And hard. She's licking it a lot, so it must feel wrong to her in some way - painful or itchy or just generally bad. Today she hopped out the door on three legs. I can't bear to watch her anymore.

She doesn't want to get up for breakfast anymore. For the last couple of days, she has been leaving food in her bowl. A huge sign that something is wrong.

I called the vet, and based on her last visit a few weeks ago, and my description of her now, she hasn't got much time left. They wanted to give her some sort of patch that they would put around her tail. Except that she doesn't have a tail. :) I guess they could stick it on her belly. They called it something medical-sounding, but it's basically an end-of-life-keep-'em-comfy morphine patch. At $169 for 4 days worth, and the fact that it doesn't start working for about 2 weeks, I ruled that out. Morphine pills were $24 for 6 doses. That would be 3 days worth, tops.

I'm not going to medicate her anymore. I can't afford it, and I don't want her to be all doped up. She is still on her Rimadyl.

I can't afford to have her cremated privately either, so she will be cooked with the rest of the doggies and sent off to doggie heaven. Burying her would be too difficult, not to mention if something dug her up because we didn't get her deep enough. Don't want to go there.

The vet says I can bring her in any time, to, well, you know.

I'm very sad, but I also have a feeling of peace which tells me I must be doing the right thing.

I hope she knows that.

Or doesn't know anything. That would be even better.

Bye Z-dog. I love you.