fmylife

So I'll totally spare you the story about how mad I am at the person that I got Linus from. Saying he had a couple bad teeth and liked to spray his mark just once in your house is a farrrr cry from the truth.

The first few days, I hadn't really noticed things about the dog like if he was going pooh ok. I mean that's gross and ehhh I figured I'd know it if things weren't ok. Well, I knew it fo' show very quickly. I came home to a HUGE mess in his kennel.

I thought, ok, he's fine. Just some nerves. He keeps marking furniture posts because he hasn't been fixed (which I do think has a lot to do with it but still...). I just thought it was normal being in a new place.

Well, I took him to get checked out on Friday because the problem hadn't gone away. I was told that he needs anywhere fromm 4-6 teeth pulled asap, he had a horrible infection in his mouth, and had some kind of respiratory thing. They knew all that before the labs they did on him. Those labs came back today showing that he's positive for heartworm, ring worm, hook worm, low protein levels, and something about his calcium that's bad and causing crystals in his pee.

I can deal with all of that just fine except the heartworm. We are talking tons of money to rid him of the heartworms. Plus it would be like putting the poor little thing through chemo. I can't put him through all that. :(

So I contacted a few rescues and I'm really hoping someone can take him and help him or recommend someone for me to take him to.

I've wanted a dog for so long, and when I get one, this is what I get. I'm sad and so angry. The woman spent money on grooming him but didn't bother taking him to get a simple $25 heartworm test?! Oh, and I email her today to tell her what happened and she pretty much said that she was sorry and thinks I should put him down asap so he won't suffer. I agree there...... but really? grrr

I cringe at the thought of how long the poor guy has been suffering. :(

senility

After Christmas my grandma asked when we were going to visit Herbie's parents. You know, because the holidays are sooo important to them.

I told her we had plans for NYE in Atlanta.

Then there was this long awkward pause.

She says, "Now his parents don't believe in celebrating Christmas do they? They have their own day to celebrate.... or wait, is it Catholics or Jews that have Chanukah?"

Me: "Grandmother...no, they don't celebrate Christmas and yes it is the JEWS that celebrate Chanukah. That's what his parents do...but it's 8 days and not a big deal."

Her response: "That's so weird..."

I can't wait until we have a big fat Jewish wedding. Maybe I need to make a documentary about it. My family, not only my grandma, will shit when we drink wine at the alter and dance to a real live band at the reception.

I can't wait for that day and I also can't wait until I'm old and senile and can call people "weird" for their religious customs and think it's totally ok!

Puppy Power!

Guess who got a dog!

I'll give you a guess. It's someone that's been wanting one for a while. That would be ME!




I had been talking about it for over a year. I had searched and looked at dogs for a while. I just happened to come across an ad on Craigslist for a wire haired dachshund, just like Lex, and I immediately sent it to Herbie. He called and then the woman called us back.

To be honest, I wasn't too excited. I figured something would happen and it wouldn't work out. I was not going to get my hopes up. We pulled into the lady's driveway and he's outside playing with her other dog. He comes running up to us and I melted. He's was so cute.

He met Lex and they got along, so that was great. The woman didn't charge a rehoming fee because she saw we were nice people that would take care of him. Plus he does have some issues I will have to take care of soon, such as some dental work and getting his little balls chopped off!

So the whole way home we talked about what we were gonna name him. Oliver? Oscar (meyer weiner)? Rufus? Morti? Nate or Heeb (for hebrew national)? I couldn't decide because I had to play with him a little while before I could name him. It had to be a name that fit his personality. I was not going to keep the name PeterPan that she had given him.

He came into the house and he did nothing but follow me or Lex around constantly. That's when I knew Linus would be the perfect name! I second guessed it and thought I'd name him Jude, but Herbie wanted to spell it Jewd, so Linus it is!