Miss Bella returns from vacation

Not a Hawaii post, but related somewhat. I'm still trying to organize my life after returning from Hawaii and getting slammed back into the swing of things at work (which has been chaotic at best this week. I'm not kidding about the use of the word 'slammed.' It is most accurate). SO, Hawaii recap to come soon but for now, here's a little recap of Bella's doggie vacation.

This is Bella and her friend Kee. According to the staff out at the place she stayed, our girl is quite the energy ball. NO, YOU DON'T SAY. I didn't say it to them but I was chanting in my head, "I told you so! I told you so!" Another phrase that sticks out in my mind from her stay, "She's quite the character and doesn't stop- full of piss and vinegar the whole time." YUP, that's our girl.

Bella playing with her ball. This picture cracks me up because I can tell that she looks exhausted but is just pushing it to keep going and going. We are so lucky we found such a cool place to leave her. The dogs literally run all day AND we get the added bonus of the staff there emailing us these pictures while we are away. It was so nice to know that our puppy was doing well.

More pictures of Bella and her new friends.

Bella and her buddy Dixie. Apparently this was her new BFF for the entire 10 days she stayed there. And yes, she stayed 10 days. She was here for a day before and a day after we returned. It was kind of nice to be able to organize for the trip and return after the trip without having to worry about her.

I picked her up on Monday night and this was right after I brought her home. The staff told me when I picked her up that she would probably totally crash out because she didn't stop once for 10 straight days. Again, SHOCKING! She was SO excited to see me when I picked her up... probably because she knew she'd finally be able to relax and rest without having to be an ADD puppy because OMG THERE ARE SO MANY DOGS AND TOYS HERE! I MUST PLAY WITH THEM ALL... AT FULL ENERGY! EVERYONE MUST LOVE ME! So she went NUTS when she saw me, anticipating that she would finally be able to CHILL THE HELL OUT. Two minutes (no exaggeration) after being in the car? Could not hold her head up for the life of her. I had to wake her up to go inside to eat (which is when I snapped the above shot). She definitely needed to eat, though. Since she ran so much during the prior 10 days, she was looking quite skinny. Like, rib effect in full force. She's not sick so we think that all of the running just burned her food right off her.

Her new "scarf"from her new favorite home away from home.

And yep, the staff were right on. She did not really wake up (or want to wake up) for ALMOST TWO DAYS. I have never seen her like this EVER. It was HILARIOUS.

A sidenote: The place had called us during the time we were away because she had a growth on her head. I had noticed this before we took her there but I guess it had gotten kind of bad (though it didn't bother her at all). When I picked her up, I realized that it had almost tripled in size. UGH. So back to the vet we went... turns out that it's just a benign tumor that boxers are prone to that run a 4-6 week life cycle of growth and then shrink up and go away. Phew. For a second there since she was so NOT our dog by sleeping so much, I thought that we'd gotten a different dog back. Nope, she's still ours... frequent trips to the vet proved it.

I took her back to the happy hound hotel today because I am at a client in the dirty south of Seattle (read: an hour drive each way...or more with traffic. How did I do a commute like this in Phoenix? WOW) and Tim is working so I needed a place for her to stay. She awakened from her two day slumber INSTANTLY when we pulled in. It was hysterical. The staff there said, "Wow, she recovered quite nicely!" as Bella is bounding around trying to show everyone how happy she is to be there. Our little ball of energy absolutely loves the happy hound hotel. It's so comforting to know that when we are away, she is happy. And well taken care of. And loved. And still ready to come home to us at the end of it all.

And we're off to the islands...

Well... almost. 12 hours and counting... To celebrate. And surf. Aloha!

Miss Bella

...is now on vacation at the Happy Hound Hotel. Here she is a couple of days ago in her raincoat. She is not loving this Seattle rain but I'm sure she is having a BLAST right now. And guess what that means? We are without puppy and I would say that our vacation officially starts NOW.

Broken nose and my problem with google

So, Tim has long arms. This becomes a problem when he's sleeping because they become erratic arms. As in he has no control. WHATSOEVER. It's not like he can help it, we all have our weird sleep habits...and this just happens to be his. (I have to say, as a sidenote, I am just SO GLAD he doesn't snore).

I have told him for several months that he keeps whacking me in the head in his sleep. And that I have physically MOVED his arms out of my way to prevent getting hit at night. Which by the way? A word about getting hit in the middle of the night?

Reminiscent of coming up the stairs as an innocent 5 year old and my dad screaming BOOOWOOOOBOOOO with arms over his head, sometimes a mask on. And then me, a little 5 year old girl, almost bursting into tears from the mixed emotions of being scared out of my mind and laughing at the hilarity of the situation (meaning, PHEW. It's just my dad being silly. No bad guy). But then again, I probably could have had the child equivalent of a heart attack because my heart was beating so rapidly.

Well, Tim's arms? At 3am when I am in a dead sleep and I get a WHAAACK to my head temple?

About as scary as that 5 year old experience. And then I'm awake the rest of the night trying to avoid the erratic arms.

Earlier this week, it got out of control. The right arm found my nose and decided that it was going to destroy it. I woke up and WOW. Once my heart slowed down and I realized that I just had another encounter with The Arms, I could only think "uh oh" due to the throbbing in my nose.

I thought it was probably just bruised but it was the middle part of the underside of my nose (not the bone on top). Weird, right? So I look this up on the internet.

SOMEONE TAKE GOOGLE AWAY FROM ME.

This was a HUGE MISTAKE. Again.

Apparently if nose injuries are serious enough to this septum (the part dividing your nose), it can COLLAPSE.

Symptoms:
1) Pain in septum part of nose that won't go away. CHECK
2) Nose congestion. CHECK

OH MY GOD MY NOSE IS GOING TO COLLAPSE.

I think had a panic attack, I'm pretty sure (I restrained myself from googling panic attacks) because after I brushed by teeth after about 4 days of dealing with nose pain and the inability to even touch my nose LIGHTLY with a makeup brush to apply makeup, I thought that my nose looked crooked on the one side. Kind of indented. It had already been swollen and slightly discolored all week but CROOKED? INDENTED? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

MY NOSE IS DEFINITELY COLLAPSING. FREAKING OUT.

So I kept asking Tim if he thought my nose was collapsing and what I should do and he assured me that it looked fine but I swear it looked funny. And my heart was beating 100 miles per minute (or whatever the measurement is that=really fast heart rate) and I'm actually debating TAPING and putting stints in my nose with TOOTHPICKS before going to sleep. As if that would prevent collapse. See, google, what you did to me? If I hadn't looked at you, I would have just gone on my merry way assuming that my nose would heal and be just fine. I'm pretty sure I stayed awake mostly all of that night. Or at least kept waking up to touch it to make sure it was still in it's proper position. Google? Here's my middle finger for that crappy night.

Well, I called an ear, nose and throat doctor for an appointment. After the intense, unsubsiding pain for a week, I thought, I'd better get this checked out because I don't want to do a nose dive while trying to surf and then see a nose, MY NOSE, floating by me along with my surfboard to get eaten by Hawaiian sharks. (THIS IS WHY I HATE GOOGLE. IT TURNS A REASONABLE PERSON INTO A COMPLETE IRRATIONAL PERSON). I guess I should clarify here. It's not TOTALLY google's fault. Google is just the messenger and you shouldn't blame the messenger. BUT WHY can't the search results deliver results other than the WORST POSSIBLE? I think I am going to boycott the internet. Well. At least in cases such as this one. And any other injuries/illnesses that I might experience.

It's now 4 days past that, the day I was supposed to go to the ENT doctor. Well, due to the October 15 deadline at work and complete insanity that work is at this time of year as a result, I stopped freaking out about my nose collapsing, probably because it wasn't on my list of things to think about and do in order to meet the October 15 deadline. And this morning I realized that, hey, it might even feel a tiny bit better. So I didn't go. If it's feeling better, that's progress. And seriously, it's not like it was THAT hard of a hit. I've been hit on my nose much harder. So I'm ok. Even though in every situation, google's search inquiries make you think that the worst possible scenario will happen to you RIGHT NOW. And then makes you freak out. When you shouldn't. And you know, rationally, you shouldn't. But after a few irrational days, your rational self FINALLY returns and you realize how ridiculous the whole thing was. But at least a mildly entertaining story to tell.

I will say, though, that Tim's erratic arms are still not fixed. I got whacked in the throat last night (a new spot!) I am thinking in investing in some rope to tie his arms behind his back at night.

Current headlines

I just have to say: that balloon boy drama in colorado? WOW. Something is weird about that story... and that family? I saw that wife swap one time and that family is seriously WHACKO.

Starting to celebrate a week early.

Our first anniversary is next week and to celebrate we're heading back to the gorgeous island of Maui where we got married (sidenote: did I mention we are learning to surf!?!?) Most people know that the tradition when you get married is to save the top layer of the cake to eat on your first anniversary. Well, we haven't really operated in any "traditional" way in regards to our wedding so no point in following tradition for our first anniversary either, at least in regards to the cake.

This was technically our wedding day cake that we ate on the beach after we got married. At this point the cloud cover that was over us while we were being married had cleared up so it was pretty toasty in the sun. We didn't eat much of that cake, needless to say. Too hot.

We DID, however, indulge in the cake we got for our reception that we held here in Seattle a month after we got married in Hawaii. It was AMAZING. It was a cake from metropolitan market here in Seattle, a natural/organic grocery store (seriously, can you expect less from me?) The cake was phenomenal. It was 3 layers, obviously, and each layer was a different type of cake. One layer was white cake with raspberry filling, one layer was chocolate with chocolate mousse filling and one layer was marble cake with buttercream filling. I should note: the largest layer was the marble cake because it was hands down the best. And lucky for us, we had TONS of cake leftover after the reception. So much so that it dominated about 65% of our freezer. For about two seconds (aka: a month) we considered saving part of it until October 20, 2009 for our first anniversary. After eating cake for that month, we decided that we could eat cake every day until October 20, 2009 but it still wouldn't be gone and we would instead be participating in a contest of "who can gain the most cake weight?" And then we decided that we could throw away just SOME of it and keep some for our first anniversary, you know, the tradition, but the thought of that just seemed gross. I mean, really, year old cake? Even if it's frozen? Ick. I have a weird thing about old food. I am a complete fanatic about those use-by dates on perishable items. Even though cake doesn't have one, it just doesn't seem right that it's ok after a year. But then again, it is a tradition and I don't think anyone has ever died from it. But if it made me puke, I would rather die.... Anyway, point is, we chucked it. All 25 pounds of it in our freezer. Gone. I think I may have even taken some to work until people started to beg me to stop bringing in cake. After we did this, Tim made the comment that next year we'd just have to start our own tradition and get a new metro market cake to celebrate. Marble, of course.

Well! Guess what?! I totally forgot about this little comment but Tim didn't! I came home yesterday to a 1st anniversary cake from metropolitan market courtesy of my nice husband. Marble cake with buttercream frosting. YUM! And it was just baked yesterday morning so it was definitely fresh. I would say better than what would have been sitting in our freezer had we have chosen to keep it. And now we get to lead up the whole week to Hawaii with cake every night. Only thing that might be bad for is my body in a bikini but oh well!

On an unrelated note, well, maybe it's related, Tim got me a present yesterday when he was in downtown Seattle trying on some new work gear. It's not the most romantic present ever but it certainly is thoughtful. I had a creepy incident a year or so ago around the holidays with some random dude. Ever since I've been a little bit freaked out of being places by myself, not during the day but at night. And since I'm home by myself a lot of nights due to Tim's schedule, he thought I should carry around a little bit of protection: enter- pepper spray. We live in a really safe neighborhood and I hope to god I never have to use it but then again a year or so ago I was in a really safe part of town and had the little incident with scary dude. So, if nothing else, when I'm out and about at nights or if I'm working late at nights, I can feel a little bit better that I can protect myself. I still want to take some self defense classes. I think it would be awesome if something ever happened to be able to shock someone by being a little karate girl and whipping out some awesome ninja moves. But as of now, I would fail miserably in that respect. And you might ask, why did it take over a year (maybe two...) for me to get this sort of protection? I don't KNOW! Call it procrastination. Or thinking I was fine... and I have been.

And here's my new little red bomb on my key chain. And no, for anyone that's wondering, this is NOT my anniversary present from Tim. Well, I don't think so anyway. It would be quite the funny story to tell.

Tim did, however, pick up an awesome present for both of us yesterday in the form of new snorkel gear for our trip which is great because it's good stuff and we don't have to rent the crappy stuff on the island. It's pretty exciting, even though I forgot to take a picture of all of it. And did I mention that we're also learning to surf?! And I get to eat more cake tonight...and tomorrow... and the next day? And in 5 days we leave for the islands?! Where I will then be parked on a beach for 7 days straight with a Maui mojito. Except for when I am learning to surf. And when I am all dressed up celebrating our actual 1st anniversary with Timmy.

I cannot wait.

Let's just see how ridiculous we can get.

The dog's presence continues to uproot our lives in ways we didn't know were possible. It has been a Learning. Experience. Like one of the ones in which you can never really prepare for, nor even begin to expect because there's just so much that would blow all expectations out. of. the. water. So many things you never would have considered that happen- that you never would have put on the list of "things to consider if I get a dog." Or maybe that's just me in my ignorance as an animal abuser. Who knows.

Two things lately in regards to the dog:

1) Training
So I would have THOUGHT (when we initially got a dog) that we would be able to train it. I can be patient, I know what to do, it shouldn't be that hard, right? Well, I quickly learned and heard from quite a few people that enrolling your puppy in puppy classes is SO beneficial and crucial. So we enrolled her in puppy kindergarten. People were right. It was SO worth it. Just having the consistency of one hour a week to just work her made her such a better minded puppy. We then recognized the benefits of formal training (not only for her but for us) and enrolled her in a second obedience class. We got discouraged when it seemed repetitive and like we were just paying to teach her to continue to sit for an hour a week... which she already knew. So she hasn't been in a class again since that (which was the beginning of August).

Lately we've been noticing that as she's going through her terrible teenage days, she's picking up some bad behaviors. We're not sure if it's a stage that she'll grow out of or if she needs more formal training to break the behaviors before they become habits. These behaviors are: horrible recall ESPECIALLY when out and there are other distractions around (think ADD puppy). Not that I totally blame her because why would we be exciting when there are new, awesome things around? So by saying that she's sucking at that is kind of setting her up to fail because at this stage in her puppy hood I can't really expect recall to be 100% all of the time. BUT. Still. I would like a LITTLE bit of a response. And no more of this run towards us and then promptly jet away. That's annoying. She's also taken to dominating smaller dogs. And biting on other boxers that she can dominate. I'm not sure where she got this behavior but it bugs me. It's not ok. She doesn't bite us or any other dogs BUT boxers (and then only the ones that she thinks she dominates) but I don't want the dog that bites someone else's dog, much less their puppy. Seriously, not ok. It's not always even biting, it's sometimes just mouthing but I just don't like it. We've tried EVERYTHING to stop these behaviors. Working with her on a long lead with treats/toys for recall, teaching her nice play with a puppy in front of her by NOT using her mouth, putting her in a submissive position when she starts to mouth/bite, giving her time outs, "clicking" at her with a training clicker when she bites, etc., etc.

Sometimes I don't feel like we're getting anywhere, sometimes I do. I think it just depends on whether she feels like listening or not. (Which, by the way, is annoying).

Last week at the advice of Bella's brother's mom, we went to the place that they train at to see what class Bella should enroll in. Upon meeting the trainer Bella continued to jump on her (oh yeah, another bad behavior) and lick her (obsessively, oh yeah... another one). We were not off to a good start. We told her about the recall and the biting and she seemed a bit concerned, like we are, which is why we were there. So then she tried to sell us on a three week training course. You take the dogs there all day (12 hours), every day for 3 weeks. And then they are trained, POOF! Sounds perfect. What's the catch? It's $1200!!! I mean, seriously?! SERIOUSLY. Jaw dropped, catch it, SERIOUSLY?!! How much more money can we really spend on this dog? I can totally understand how this training camp would be great but really, she's not THAT bad of a dog. She listens perfectly at home, she is really good 99% of the time. Do we really need a $1200 camp for that 1% of the time? I don't know. Sigh.

2) Boarding/Daycare
I knew that boarding would be an issue when we got a puppy since Tim and I do like to travel. We got lucky with Bella as a puppy since my friend Gina and her boxer Dallas took care of Bella when we were out of town. Since Gina got a new puppy, I knew that she was out as our puppy sitter so I had to find a place to board Bella when we are in Hawaii and to put her for puppy daycare during my busy season on the days that Tim is working. I THOUGHT that it would be easy. Nope. I was becoming thoroughly discouraged trying to find a place. I did NOT want to put her in just any old boarding place where she gets a 2X2 concrete space and you can pay an extra $20 a day for her to get a 30 minute walk. HA. A 30 minute walk a day for my very energetic boxer? Not ok. Or how about the place that said that they wash out their "kennels" every day if they go to the bathroom in them but if the dogs choose to hold it, they get taken outside for 3 potty breaks a day. Which costs $5 a time. ARE YOU JOKING? That just seems ridiculous and almost cruel.

At almost my wits end, I got a recommendation from a friend for the Happy Hound Hotel. I email the owner, get information, and trying not to get my hopes up too much, I drive out there last week with Bella to meet her.

IT WAS UNBELIEVABLE.

Each dog has his/her own ROOM with hardwood floors, their own big padded doggy bed, food/water bowls, a window, and their names are written on the door of their room. They get "cookies" every day before nap time and bedtime on their pillows and the best part? They have acres and acres to just run all day with the other dogs there. There is a schedule out there so they basically eat when they get up in the morning then spend all morning running and playing with their buddies (or going on off leash hikes with the staff) and then they nap from 12-4. Then they eat dinner and run some more after dinner. Then at night, there is quiet time for a couple of hours where the dogs and the staff just kinda hang around in this big play room- getting pet, brushed, loved etc.

It was awesome. The owner of the place was absolutely phenomenal. It was a little pricey but it's basically like a vacation for dogs. Bella got to play there for an hour with the dogs that were boarding or were in daycare while I talked to the owner and toured the place and Bella LOVED it. I can't wait to take her there... she probably won't want to come home. I know that we'll feel so much better knowing that she will actually be taken care of while we're gone.

So that's basically what's new in Bella's world. She's a puppy teenager so we're trying to figure out training and she goes on her first puppy vacation next week (which means, also, that we go on our Hawaiian vacation next week- yes!) She will also have a place to play/stay while I'm working long days in busy season when Tim's working which will also make for a very happy dog. Perhaps just by being at the place she'll board at, some of her behaviors will be tamed so we won't have to even THINK about a $1200 training camp? That would be fabulous. Because another $1200 on the dog? I just don't know about that.

So while this has all been a learning experience, it's been good. A good learning experience. Because we are growing. She's teaching us, without knowing it. She's teaching us patience, she's teaching us how to be good parents. And I think, I hope we are succeeding. If a happy dog is any indication, I'd say we are.

Injured.

So, I filled everyone in about my torn achilles a couple of posts ago. Basically it has little tears all over it and has anyone ever had one of these? OHMYGOD, it HURTS. AND? When you reluctantly go to the ortho surgeon AND the chiropractor in the same day to try to just get it fixed, you learn that a) it takes weeks or maybe MONTHS and b) if you aren't careful you could injure it so badly it ruptures. Mistake of the day: googling ruptured achilles. Even if the pain wasn't making me sit on my ass, after that I would have not moved for YEARS just in case it decided to rupture. (Seriously, gross).

I like to think I'm fairly tough and can tolerate pain well. But wow, I think maybe this achilles issue is making me a wimp. I can't even WALK a mile without wanting to curl up in a little ball or at the very least, chop my foot off. No matter how much I ice it and stretch it and stay off of it (now that I know that's what I'm supposed to do- thanks ortho surgeon and our favorite chiropractor, Dr. O!), it STILL won't totally heal. Which really hampers my lifestyle, not to mention the plans I have for Hawaii...which is rapidly approaching (try less than 2 weeks on for size). So it NEEDS TO HEAL.

Well. I spent all last week stretching and icing and stretching and icing and again and again until I'm fairly sure that the thing is sufficiently stretched or at least numb for a couple of months due to the mass amounts of ice I've put on it.

Last weekend we decided that it would be ok (maybe even good for me!) to go to the dog park and walk around a bit to get it to loosen up. The doctors said that if I stretched, iced and rested for a while then the next step is to walk a bit to use it. So, FINALLY, after what seemed like forever, I decided, I should walk. A bit. At the dog park. Because it's part of the healing process. And it's awesome since I HATE being inactive. Hate it. And it lets the dog get some massive energy out- bonus!

Side note: we made this decision about the dog park after going to the dog store to get Bella a raincoat and fleece since we are entering our rainy/cold season and she doesn't have much fur to keep her warm. $150 later, we are on the way to the dog park, sort of in a state of shock. Because, SERIOUSLY. How are coats for DOGS $70?! I mean, it's a DOG. But everyone in there was giving us their opinion about how these two coats were the best. So she now has a pink raincoat and a pink fleece. That were $150. It's like gucci for dogs. Seriously ridiculous.

Anyway.

Well, three boxers at the dog park on Saturday had different ideas about how good of an idea it was for me to get out, including my puppy (probably the worst of them all). If anyone has ever been to an off leash dog park, you know that it's like Disneyland for dogs. THEY GO NUTS (understatement). And they usually pay no attention to anything but each other especially if they find a group of dogs that they get along with and play with. Well, boxers in particular seem to find each other and bond together to play. And they are BLIND when this starts to happen.

So we've been at the dog park for about 30-40 minutes when Bella finds a 6 month old boxer puppy that she decides she wants to dominate. Groan. We hate this behavior but Bella is in her "terrible teenage" years as we are calling it and is trying to exert her power over what she can (including us- she has been so rebellious lately. It's beyond annoying). So she starts to dominate this puppy. We of course intervene. But THEN! Yes, we're saved! Adult male boxer romps on over. HE puts Miss Bella in her place. Awesome! After he tells her what's up (and how she shouldn't beat up on little puppies and she actually gets it), the three of them start running around. And then....

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

Ah.

Three boxers collided with my left leg. As I was trying to avoid getting in their way since I know they are ignorant when they're playing, I'm being gentle on my right achilles so I'm not exactly speedy in getting out of the way. And, therefore, my left leg gets left behind in their path of destruction. I am gripping my leg hopping around on my right foot (the foot with the torn achilles) so I am in double pain. I can't put my left foot on the ground because it hurts so freaking much and my achilles is then subsequently THROBBING, which I assume is its way of yelling at me to STOP putting pressure on it.

Fighting back tears, Tim helps me out of the dog park. And I never tear up when I'm hurt (I think this is how Tim knew it was not good). As the night goes on, my left leg turns all sorts of shades of black and blue and we realize that I have severely bruised the muscles internally on that leg (as well as external bruises, obviously). I literally could not straighten it out, could not walk on it. Seriously, the only good thing about this was that I forgot how bad my achilles hurt. The stupid leg hurt like HELL. I spent the next 2-3 days (with Tim home from work to help me) alternatively icing my bruised muscle left leg and my torn achilles right leg, all the while unable to walk on either. I couldn't use my left leg but if I used solely my right leg, uh, then I would make the achilles worse and remember my fear of the ruptured achilles? Yeah. So I was completely immobile for 2-3 days. Each day, I was able to use the left leg a little bit more and finally was able to hobble into work yesterday. But I'm still icing each leg. And stretching. And resting. And repeat. I have resigned myself to sitting on my ass until we leave for Hawaii.

It was totally a preview of myself in 70 years when I have to be carried to the bathroom to take a piss. Totally humbling. I am lucky that my sweet husband stayed with me to carry me around and help me stretch, ice, rest, rub muscles and repeat. And not like I ever really took my healthy legs for granted, but WOW. I cannot imagine not having legs. That sucked.

And, pictures of the terrible teenager in her new jacket (the fleece one). We've been breaking it out every morning since it's been freezing. She loves it. Haven't had to use the rain coat yet, surprisingly. I think she looks adorable in her new fleece and she's also very cuddly in it as well.

Stuffing my treehugger views down your throat.

I'm on an email chain from my favorite naturopathic doctor around who runs a holistic wellness center in the city that I work in. I did a "boot camp" (aka: kick your ass group training) a couple of years ago from this wellness center and learned TONS from Dr. Mark. It also confirmed by belief that my passion is and will always be nutrition and whole body wellness and living a whole, natural, balanced life. Aka: point your finger at me and yell treehugger. Whatever.

Like I didn't already KNOW THAT but meeting him and talking to him was absolutely phenomenal (oh, and I got into really awesome shape...though really just got massively toned since I lost no weight or body fat % at all in the entire 6 weeks, which is good- I didn't need to). I still think about one day getting my master's in nutrition or EVEN doing the naturopathic doctor thing and eventually starting my own wellness center although I know it's probably not as lucrative as my current career. But I would LOVE IT and accounting is always useful in any field. Some days I really do love my job in accounting and just do the nutrition/wellness stuff as a hobby and am fulfilled by that and think I can have a life like that forever. But then other times, I realize how excited I get for my Whole Living magazines, Nutrition action magazines, Yoga magazines and Eating Well magazines but then my Journal of Accountancy magazines will sit dormant for about 3 months until I open them to look at the contents and say: Pass. No thanks, not today. Magazines are minor, I know, but it's a little thing that kind of exemplifies what I am really interested in. Although I do love the people side of what I do now in accounting. Who knows. But the point is, I LOVE THIS STUFF-nutrition, wellness.

Earlier this week our firm administrator sent out an email on flu shots and how "we are strongly, strongly recommended to get them." This follows a little experience at Tim's work where he came into contact with a patient with a fever and his company then proceeded to make him go to urgent care to get tested for H1N1, which he refused. Tim and I have been talking all week about how silly this is when if you take care of yourself, your body has a natural immune system that will fight off the flu. And why inject yourself with something so unnatural as a "quick fix" but you might still get the flu anyway? And what about side affects? And why not just combat all fall/winter illnesses by beefing up on vitamins, natural supplements, sleep, exercise that BOOST your immune system? I am a total proponent of western medicine in some cases and believe that it is POWERFUL. I also just think it's very much TOO relied on in some cases, especially when we can look to the natural to heal.

So back to my first sentence- I still get emails from Dr. Mark. An email showed up in my inbox from him today. The whole time I was reading it I was sitting there yelling "THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT ALL WEEK!!!" It is a total representation of how Tim and I feel about the whole flu shot thing and living a natural life so I am going to post it in its entirety here. Like Dr. Mark says, I'm not trying to push my views on anyone out there (regardless of the title of this post) or discredit anyone who is legitimately sick and needs the care of western medicine, but for just a little bit of a view on how I feel about flu shots via the words of a great naturopathic doctor, here you go:

"Should you or your child get a flu shot?

-Did you know a recent study found that 70% of doctors and nurses don't get flu shots?* Reasons cited included not believing the vaccine would work, believing their own immune systems would be strong enough to deal with the flu and being concerned about side effects.

-Did you know that more people die from malnutrition than the flu each year?*

-Did you know the death rate of children under the age of five from the flu has increased since the CDC started widely recommending vaccines for children?*

-Did you know those with adequate levels of vitamin D rarely get the flu?*

Each year at this time we hear the loud proclamation it's "time to get your flu shot." It seems the drumming of this message gets louder and louder each passing year. Especially now with the H1N1 virus thrown into the mix. The message is clear: Be afraid.

And despite warnings of potential shortages, every other block will seem to have a flu shot outlet. It's becoming an unquestioned seasonal rite of passage to go along with the leaves changing colors on the trees. At this rate, it may reach the lofty status previously reserved only for "It's the great pumpkin, Charlie Brown."

But the real question is if this is the right thing to do. And if so right, why do so many people need convincing? And if it's not so right, why is it being pushed so hard? Are there reasonable alternatives?

And tell me if this makes sense: A radio ad by Albertson's Sav-On Pharmacy is urging us to come in and get their flu shot. It's just $24.95. And when we do, we'll get a free flu survival kit! Really? Why do I need a flu survival kit if I am getting a flu shot that will protect me from the flu?

Please understand that I am not dismissing the potential seriousness of the flu, be it seasonal or H1N1. But when did the anticipation of MAYBE getting the flu be an automatic reason to do something that many intelligent people believe doesn't help avoid getting the flu AND has the potential to be even worse for your health than actually getting the flu?

The flu on very rare occasions, can lead to serious complications such as bacterial pneumonia- which you may notice is not a viral infection. So a flu should be monitored closely. But in most cases, if you do get the flu, symptoms resolve in a few days with extra rest and fluids. The flu isn't any fun but doesn't anyone remember eating chicken soup as a kid?

I am just not a fan of the blind acceptance being wildly promoted for getting flu shots for the seasonal flu or the H1N1 virus. And it disturbs me immensely the heavy dose of scare tactics often used in the promotion of such vaccines. I've had parents tell me the nasty backlash they've received when deciding not to get flu shots for their kids.

Enough!

Each person has the right to make a personal decision about whether they want to get a flu shot. I abhor this idea of "mandatory flu shots" being so casually tossed around these days. You may or may not choose to get a flu shot but I encourage you to do your homework and seek more than one opinion. Talk to your doctor or pediatrician. Yet, also don't assume your well-intentioned healthcare provider will have all the answers. Do your own research. Ask questions. Find out the truth. Use this process to educate your family.

Personally, to me the arguments for flu vaccines are illogical at best- and dangerous at worst. And objective medical science is far from convincing me about the benefit of a flu shot. So I choose not to get flu shots. If I had kids, I would personally choose not to get them flu shots.

As a naturopathic physician intensely focused on healthy living, I want folks to be more educated and more personally responsible about their health and not blindly assume they should get shots. Nor do I like to see people get bullied or scared into taking shots when there are legitimate questions to be asked that are worthy of legitimate answers. Especially about a hurriedly approved swine vaccine that has had little testing and where you are not allowed any recourse should there be complications.

This should be about HEALTH and not about anything else. Have we forgotten that our body is naturally capable if we just give it half a chance?

Studies have shown that those with adequate levels of viatmin D as well as vitamin C, Zinc and other immune boosting nutrients are much less susceptible to the flu.* Also, since the immune system is highly tied to the health of your gut, taking probiotics during the winter is a good preventative measure. And even your omega-3 fatty acids promote better immune system function.

As we enter the fall season, get your rake ready and get outside while you can for the best source of vitamin D on this earth. And do wash your hands, get a good night's sleep and dust off your favorite recipe for homemade chicken soup. Those things make sense to me."
-Dr Mark

Also, check out these links for further research (one is from the CDC and one is from a more biased nutrition site):
http://www.cdc.gov/flu/

http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2009/09/26/Flu-Vaccine-Exposed.aspx

And that is how I feel about that.

A new puppy and a weird Saturday

NO WE DID NOT GET A NEW PUPPY. I am not insane, I promise.

Last week I went with my friend, Gina, to pick up her possible new addition to their little family. Gina, if you remember, owns the boxer that Bella always plays with- Dallas. Gina found a 5 month old boxer puppy online that needed a new home because she was having to stay in her crate for 8 hours every day of the week (note: HORRIBLE for high energy boxers). Gina has been wanting to get another dog for a while because Dallas needs a playmate more often than just 2-3 days a week with Bella SO she decided to have a "trial" with this dog to see how she fit in with their family. I was the support group when she picked her up for the trial. Yes, Tim and I did tell Gina was insane for getting 2 boxers.

Little boxer puppy... Her name is Millie but Gina and her boyfriend Brad have since changed it to Mollie...and have SINCE officially decided to keep her and have named her Moxie. She's all white except for this brindle eye patch. Adorable! She's also a very good dog who just needed a little bit of TLC to become a little, confident boxer. I actually see similar personalities between her and Bella. They are quite the pair when they play together... Moxie is Bella's match.

And on the car ride home... she was a little bit confused.

On Saturday morning of last weekend, at 9am to be exact, we started to hear noises outside. This freaked the hell out of Bella because on Friday night she got spooked by fireworks from a local high school after they won their football game. So she starts "protecting" our house from these noises (aka: howling, barking). Lovely. We jump up from our quiet, relaxing morning to realize that painters are here and are literally taping us inside our house. We knew that our house was going to be painted but YOU WOULD THINK that someone would give us a heads up as to when it would be done, especially if it was going to be on a WEEKEND. Um, nope. Wrong assumption.

This was bad for several reasons: a) we had to break out/break in to our house anytime we wanted to go anywhere (see picture above of a breakout) b) we couldn't get the cars out of the garage since no one gave us a heads up and c) no one had made any color choices on WHAT COLOR would be painted so it was a little questionable as to HOW the painting was beginning without a color choice.

Then it got worse. We started to hear the painters using our water again. Which, fine, if they have to but AT LEAST ASK. They had already pressured washed every house around us a couple of weeks ago with our water without our permission which is annoying. So they use our water again Saturday morning and THEN we notice that they had broken.into.our.garage. (SERIOUSLY! Who does that?!) to plug into an outlet. IN THE GARAGE (with all of our personal property, tools, and not to mention brand new cars) without telling us or asking us... and yes, there are outlets outside. UGH. So we locked their extension cord inside the garage. And then proceeded to break out/in from the house every time Bella had to pee or we had to go somewhere. Whatever. If they are going to inconvenience us, we will inconvenience them. ANNOYING. Seriously, on a weekend?! Just annoying. It baffles me. Why not do it during the workweek when no one is home?

Anyway, I digress.

Since we couldn't drive anywhere, we walked about 3-4 miles or so to Gina's mom's house (who has a giant yard) to run the big dogs with the new puppy. This wasn't exactly enjoyable as it turns out I have a torn achilles... I found out after we returned from this walk that, nope, it's still not healed and welcome to the next 4 days where I will continue to gimp around like an 85 year old lady. And resign myself to sitting on my ass and getting fat. And whine. And ice. And gimp. And repeat. I thought that an easy little walk (which was relatively flat) would be good for my foot, not to mention for my sanity because I HATE being inactive. NOPE. It landed me at an Ortho Surgeon's office later in the week to make sure that nothing more serious was wrong and I was told that these injuries can take MONTHS to heal. Areyoukiddingme?!?! Another post entirely but needless to say, walking was not the best idea that day. But we made it and the dogs played and played and played. All afternoon. While we all just chatted. It was awesome.

Here's our big girl lying with her toy on a little break from movement. She had a big day! Lots of walking then running/playing for hours.

Bella and her new buddy Moxie.

And here they are again. I think they love each other.

After all the excitement from playing we meandered our way home with one tired dog who was not too keen on the idea of walking. We got home and were just kind of hanging around and we both realize that it smells like bacon. Uh huh. Weird, since neither of us eat bacon AT ALL therefore we have none in the house. So the fact that it smells like bacon is a little disconcerting and curious. We walk around the house sniffing it out. We open the master bathroom door, which is closed, and all of this smoke and fumes starts pouring out. And now it doesn't smell like bacon it smells like fire smoke. Seriously. Crazy. We both look at each other and we are just all, "WTF?" We start feeling the walls and floors for heat and nothing. But it's smokey and we're both starting to get headaches/feel a little nauseous. We go outside to see if there's smoke anywhere around that could be coming in through the skylight. Nope. We go back in and it seems worse. Eventually the fire department along with a huge engine and full crew come out to check on things. SERIOUSLY. THIS WAS OUR SATURDAY NIGHT. Awesome.

They did notice the smell but their little fire detector instruments didn't detect anything. The only thing that any of us could assume it to be was just highly condensed paint fumes but that STILL doesn't explain why it smelled like smoke. It was the weirdest thing ever. We aired out the whole house and had no other issues but I was a little freaked out that night, needless to say.

Bella thought that she still had energy so was showing off playing with her rope toy. This was a new position I had not seen before. HILARIOUS.

But later, she conked out cuddling with us and Calvin. Tyson, the gray kitty, is very selective about when he cuddles with us. We were not graced with his presence on this night.

5 years ago today...

I have been having an internal debate for the entire month of September on whether or not I should make this post. It all started on September 4 when one of my friends up here in Seattle mentioned that it was her 5 year anniversary. And I started thinking, "WOW, 5 years ago today on September 4th, I was in Jill's wedding." And then PAUSE. WAAAAIT. 5 minutes later a freaking bomb drops... "THAT MEANS THAT 5 YEARS AGO ON SEPTEMBER 25 WAS WHEN I GOT MARRIED." (uh, the first time).

Holy shit.

And so since then, I've been silently battling myself on: do I broach the taboo topic or not? Do I keep this website contained to: what's in the past is in the past or do I just GO THERE?

Well, obviously, I'M THERE. It's my website, I can talk about what I want and since it's also my history, well, YEP, I'm just going to go there. I generally do not care what people do or don't think about what I write about, thus, the lack of ability to leave comments (I did have that function at one time). I figure, if you don't like what I write about, you won't read it. If you do, you will. Or if it's just like watching a train wreck, well, hopefully it's entertaining. And if you really have to contact me to tell me your opinion which I don't really care about anyway THUS THE LACK OF COMMENTS, you know to go to the profile section and there's a huge button called CONTACT. Everyone just went there, huh? I know some of you know how to utilize that since I've gotten the feedback.

Anyway. Point is: 5 years ago today I married my college sweetheart. All at once it feels like it was yesterday and a million years ago all in the same second. I think if I had to choose, I'd opt for the million years side of things since I NEVER in a million years would have envisioned everything that's happened in the last 5 years on that day- September 25, 2004. And as much as I love my life now, I never would have pictured it in any way, shape, or form 5 years ago- at least in the way that exists now, aside from the happiness that this life brings me. That is the one thing that I have always demanded and is part of the reason that the path I've been on over the course of these past 5 years has been what it has.

I've never really talked about getting divorced on this website nor any of that time period where I rarely posted... because I couldn't. My life was consumed by turmoil and I couldn't write about it. I mean first of all, why would I really want to? Secondly, there were two people involved and I have a little bit more class than to disrespect the other person in this situation, who I did love, will always appreciate and love in many ways, so to get into the details was too personal, too raw, was actually something that I couldn't write about...surprisingly there are lines that I try not to cross. Thirdly, it was depressing. Which leads back to #1: why would I want to remind myself- much less anyone else- of those dark days? I'm not sure that I will ever really post about it to the full extent that I could. I don't need to. Those that know me well were there with me through it, they know the intimate details, they never judged and they still are in my life at the end of the day. If you don't know the intimate details, well, there's probably a reason for that and I don't need to justify anything to you. I made the best decisions I could, I have no regrets. And I truly believe that the path that was taken has led us both to better places.

That's not to say that it wasn't difficult. It was gut wrenching, throw yourself in a hole and want to hide forever EXCRUCIATING. Especially when on the one hand you hurt like hell and then on the other hand you have to put on a brave face, like YOU KNOW you're turning your life inside out, over and over and giving up everything and YES, you know you're letting go of the perfect guy and the perfect life but really, you convince everyone that you're fine, you know what you're doing, it's the best decision, everything is PERFECT. YEAH RIGHT. And has anyone seen the rants lately on how I've been judged about the puppy? WOW, divorce is NO COMPARISON. MULTIPLE DIVORCE BY A MILLION. And then multiple it by a million again. Everyone has an opinion, everyone judges, you lose friends, you lose family. AS IF IT'S NOT ENOUGH THAT YOU'RE ALREADY LOSING YOUR EVERY DAY LIFE AS YOU KNOW IT. Even IF it's the "BEST DECISION" (my phrase of the day for a year or two there). Hey, but thanks for telling me I'm doing everything wrong. I mean, really, don't you think that maybe I'm fighting those doubts MYSELF?

There are days when you just want to tell people to fuck off and mind their own business. And you probably do. There are many days where you put on the facade that everything is ok. It's not. These are the days in which you silently battle against yourself. The days in which you just want to hit the delete button to delete the series of events that got you to that place so that you can go back to your "safe" place and live a safe, but mediocre and not 100% happy and fulfilled life forever. Somedays you manage to convince yourself and everyone else that it's all ok. And there are days where you are so scared you can barely move. Or you just want to rewind the clock so that you can just start over, erase everything, try again. You wonder, are there do-overs in life? Can I please use mine?

And then at what appears to be the end of it all, but really it's just somewhere in the middle, you look back at the really, really, awful year or two you had and you realize that your life is in shambles. TORN TO SHREDS, UNRECOGNIZABLE TYPE OF SHAMBLES. And you're not really sure what you're doing about ANYTHING, all you know is that you just want to feel ok again, to feel whole, to feel safe, loved, to know you made the right decision when daily you're reminded that you just suck and you made the wrong decision over and over and over again. And you make a million wrong decisions about EVERYTHING, because your head just isn't in life. And one of those wrong decisions hits you like a ton of bricks the one day that you realize that it's taken you 3 HOURS just to figure out how to make a sandwich and you ended up spreading mayonnaise instead of jam but you don't even notice until you've tasted mayonnaise mixed with peanut butter and YOU DON'T EVEN CARE THAT IT'S THE MOST DISGUSTING THING YOU'VE EVER TASTED. And you finally start to wake up just a little bit to realize you really need to get it together. REALLY. LIKE START LIVING LIFE AGAIN. SOMEHOW. PULL IT TOGETHER. But everything feels like a mess and so confusing and sometimes you have to remind yourself to breathe and you're just not in it.

You have conversations you don't remember, you go through the motions, you go to work and pray that you can get through the day without royally screwing up like you screwed up the sandwich, you become someone that's just there but not really there but you don't even really recognize yourself and you try to put on the act that you have it together when inside you feel like a giant discombobulated puzzle that somehow needs to be put back together for everything to function normally again in your life but you can't even tell what the picture is to start assembling it. And the one thing that you can think, you DO think a million times, the one repeating and resounding thought- WHY did I do this to myself? I had everything. What is wrong with me? Am I crazy? Should I just go ahead and commit myself to a psychiatric suite? Or was I just following my gut? How did I get here?

And you look at the wedding pictures, the total 7 years of pictures you were together, you listen to music, you hug your cats, you look around at this life you helped to create. And you cry. Silently. Privately. Behind closed doors. The tears that won't end when you're finally alone, you don't have to be strong anymore and can just allow yourself to feel the break, the pain you have inadvertently caused. But really, what did you expect? Were you really that naive? You cry until it feels like you have dried up every organ in your body and your eyes will remain swollen shut for YEARS. You cry because you did love, you did want it to work, you weren't being malicious by ending it, you never wanted to hurt anyone and then EVERYONE was affected, aside from just the two of you- partly because of what was happening to your relationship and partly because what was happening to your relationship and the resulting affects on YOU personally and your inability to be yourself and recognize yourself and function normally. You truly just felt as though something was missing, that he deserved more than you felt like you could give him and knew that intuition could not be ignored. AND IT'S ALL SO CONFUSING. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST CHANGE AND MAKE IT BETTER?

And all of a sudden you meet someone that shows you: IT WAS ALL WORTH IT. YOU WERE RIGHT. It's like a ray of sunshine when you think the sun will never shine again. You get it. You weren't crazy. IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW. It doesn't matter how anyone felt, what anyone said, what anyone thought or how anyone judged you... YOU WERE RIGHT. You met someone who showed you the kind of love and happiness that you were looking for all along, without ever really being able to put your finger on what exactly you were looking for. And in return, you are actually able to give that love back in return with a force that you didn't even know was possible. You also have found out, the hard way, who your true friends really are and you love them even more just for that knowledge. At that point, you know, you just KNOW how the course of your life was supposed to go and all of this junk, it's just been an avenue to get you to where you really need to be.

And at the very end of the day, you get to tell this kind of a story, the kind of a story that never gets old, that can always be relived, that fulfills you and sustains you even on the toughest of days. And then you hear that your ex-husband got re-married and you KNOW again, a million times over. You KNOW that you did the right thing. That you are happy, that he is happy and that all of this YUCK in between September 25, 2004 and now doesn't really matter. It's a memory, it sucked, we cried but LOOK AT WHERE WE ARE NOW. IT WAS WORTH IT. We both are exactly where we always needed to be- we are both loved, cherished and have the lives that we both deserve.

And knowing that makes it so that I CAN look past the bad stuff to 5 years ago today and smile. I will always have fond memories of that day. It was such a great day- we were surrounded by tons of family and friends. And we had each other and the thing about us was that throughout the time that we knew each other, we were always the best of friends. It was a relationship that got me through my time at Graceland and my first few years out of college. I am sad that I don't still have that friendship but I am so happy for the memories that I have of it. And THAT, that is why I chose to make this post. Those memories will never die. My Graceland memories will always include him. Significant days, like today, will always make me pause for a second just to remember. I will always cherish him and the memories we made and I hope that, he too, is able to look past all of the crap we went through, the pain that I admittedly but unintentionally caused him, and every once in a while smile at all of the good that we did have.

Add it to the list called "Ways in which I abuse my dog"

So as everyone saw here, I am a terrible animal owner, irresponsible and should never have kids. To continue in the trend of not taking care of the puppy, I spent all weekend taking care of her, playing with her, and probably creating a mini boxer heaven for her.... as follows:

A couple of days after The Incident, as I will now refer to it, our breeder Sue flew into town from Idaho. The purpose of her visit was to see all of her babies that had come to live with families in Seattle. Yes, we have the most awesome breeder EVER. I'm sure she is an avid practicer of animal abuse too [SARCASM].

Below are the pictures and story of the day we spent with Sue:

Bella and I picked Sue up at her hotel early yesterday morning. After saying hi to Bella and commenting about how good Bella looks and what a happy dog she is (hard to restrain myself here from commenting....), we drove out to Snoqualmie falls. Sue has a picture on her wall of a relative by the falls and has always wanted to see them. So I offered to be her tour guide. We picked a great day for it.

Sue, me, and pretty puppy Bella at the falls.

After leaving the falls, we took a quick tour of our town and our house and then headed to the dog park where we were meeting all of the other puppies and families.

Above is a picture of all of the dogs. The puppy on the very left is Tucker- he is Bella's litter mate and brother. He was HUGE and adorable. The dog Bella is sniffing is Max, I believe. He is one of the little, little guys we saw here when we got Bella. The dog at the top is Lola. She is from the very first litter and is about a year and 3 months old. All in all, about 7 dogs showed up- all under a year and a half. It was CRAZINESS. Bella was the only reverse brindle meaning she was the darkest of the bunch and, I believe, the cutest but I am biased. I also thought she was one of the best behaved. Again, I'm biased but she did GREAT especially considering how insane it was with so many puppies running around.

And another shot of the dogs before we let them loose.

Here's a group shot after about 2 hours of playing. The dog to the left of us is Bella's brother, Tucker. Sue, the breeder, is to my right. To the right of her is Zack- he is in training to be a service dog and is Bella's half brother. The dog next to Zack is Max and then the dog on the end is Martin- both are Bella's half brothers. It was a great day of boxer fun, they played so well together. The dogs were exhausted and WOW, I was absolutely wiped. I think I was falling asleep on the couch at around 7pm... and of course, Bella had been out then for at least 2 hours. It was a good day and so much fun to see all of Bella's siblings.

The story of why we shouldn't have kids.

So. To begin.

As we were leaving for our North Cascades drive (see here for documentation of the drive), we took what felt like FOREVER getting ready. Seems to be this way ever since we got the puppy... make sure we have puppy toys, puppy bed, puppy poop bags. You know, to TAKE CARE OF HER. Because I am an animal abuser so making sure she is comfortable is just one form of abuse that I like to practice.

And then after getting things ready for Miss Bella, since it's going to be a long drive- stuff for us. Do we want to hike? Take shoes. Is it going to be cold in the mountains? Get hats. Picnic? Pack food. I mean seriously? To get out the door feels like it takes an act of god. It blows my mind to even think about adding kids to this mix. Did I seriously just write that publicly? DELETE DELETE DELETE. The thought alone scares the living crap out of me and not just for the sheer fact that it would take us YEARS to go even on a drive. And hiking? Well, ha. We'd JUST get to the hike and then have to sleep in the car because it would already be night since it would take us all day to get there, so we'd sleep in the car that night so that we could hike the next day and the next thing you know, we'd be arrested for child endangerment for sleeping in the car. And then we'd have created these people that have serious emotional issues because we'd be in prison and they'd be in foster care or WORSE! with crazy relatives (wait, did I just say that too? What is my problem today?!) And anyway, it would just be a bad, bad situation. All because of trying to get out the door to go on a hike.

I mean, it already takes forever with just us and a dog. I can only deduct what it would be like with well, you know, that word I can't say or think about because it freaks me out too much (rhymes with lids). Lucky for me: problem solved! We shouldn't have them anyway. Phew. Just when I was starting to get really freaked out.

So.

Onto the story.

We packed everything and were FINALLY out of the house. By 9:30am. Not really a significant feat given we'd be up since 6am. But we did chill and drink tea for an hour or so. Anyway, that's beside the point. We were getting ready to take off and had the thought that it would be nice to hike. So when that happens, cue mental checklist: Hike=shoes. Check! So I get our hiking shoes which we keep in the garage and start to put them in the backseat of the car. Tim says, "Wait, no I was going to put them back here with Bella." Ummmm... dog+shoes? Not sure that's a great idea. In fact, I think that is a horrible idea. I say as much to him. He says, "well, we've never had a problem before and I think she likes to lay on them." Mmm hmm. Ok....

GUESS WHO WAS RIGHT.

Crazy enough, boxers get bored (shocker). When they get bored, they chew. GUESS WHOSE SHOES GOT CHEWED?!

Yours truly, correct. If you guessed that, go buy yourself a latte.

When we got to the ranger station to pee and get maps like I mentioned in my North Cascades post, we open the trunk to tie Bella up just while we are inside. Why? Well, other than the fact that this is another way we like to abuse her (you know, taking her with us and all), we just thought we'd restrain her from eating our little picnic lunch. WE ARE GOING TO HELL. If there are any animal activists reading this, I'm sure that tying up the dog in the trunk, to mitigate her from eating our PB&J or apples OR STEERING WHEEL, while keeping the windows open on a beautiful 60 degree day in the MOUNTAINS FOR FIVE MINUTES (ok, maybe it was SEVEN minutes because I washed my hands really well) is surely a form of animal abuse.

So.

We go to tie her up to abuse her more and what do we find? MY CHEWED UP SHOE. Well. I look at Tim. He looks down. Well. I guess I win that one. Chalk it up. I am not a happy camper.

You may think that shoes are not a big deal but here is why this is a big deal: I do not want to replace my hiking shoes. Why? Because it took all willpower I had to spend $100 on THE UGLIEST SHOES EVER. Did I say EVER? EVER. Wow, I should take it easy with the caps. They are ugly. And I never thought that I would spend $100 on ugly shoes. But WOW are they awesome for hiking. But since we don't hike everyday, they should be perfectly capable to hold up for YEARS. Even once we have kids and then try to hike but go to prison instead. Ahem, mug shot shoes? Maybe. Ok, I'm trying to stay on track. Back to story: point is- she chewed my shoes. Bad, bad puppy.

So we run in, pee, wash hands (washed them well, like I said- I'm developing a germ phobia as I get older...or maybe just because everyone I know is sick. Another post entirely) and we grab maps of the road so that we know where the points of interest/hikes are. NOTE: These maps are just sitting on the counter so we literally just grab them.

We open up the trunk to the car 6.5 minutes (average) after this. I'm sitting in the passenger seat as Tim is going to take Bella to pee too (again, ABUSE! WE LET OUR DOG PEE!) And he notices that the little brat (aka: bored puppy) chewed the strap off the whole foods bag where we had packed our little picnic. I hear him say: "WHAT IN THE HELL?"

And I jump out of the car saying, "What did she do??"

He's walking off to take her pee and I notice the strap. I say out loud, "What is wrong with her?" (Even though, as I know my dog, I know she's just bored of being in the damn car! She is a puppy for the freaking love of god).

All of a sudden (I wish there was a music function here... I'd cue it).... I hear a lady's voice (and I start to feel massive deja vu....) "Well, she's probably just mad at you for leaving her in the car."

Note here: we parked on the sunnier side of the parking lot. Why? Because it was 60 degrees on the top of the mountain which is COLD for dogs that don't have much fur. Our dog LOVES to lay in the sun. Crazy enough, we know her.

So this crazy bitch continues: (seriously, where do these people come from and how do they always find me?!) "Why did you have to park in the sun? Why couldn't you have parked in the shade?" (Note: again, 60 degrees, dog was SHIVERING from COLD because of open windows. Are you SHITTING ME).

At this point my jaw is hitting the ground, disabling my speech. I am dumbfounded by the fact that there is more than one stupid, meddling bitch in the world. I guess I should just get used to it.

I say, "Lady, it was only 5 minutes. The dog is just bored because we've been in the car all day."

She continues: "Would you leave your kids in the car?" (No, different story and as a sidenote, I don't also believe that kids=dogs OR that kids would chew up my shoes...but anyway....) "Would you treat your kids like this, HUH?? HUH?? Why are you so irresponsible?" Not sure how irresponsible comes from taking a piss for 5 minutes and dogs aren't allowed in the ranger station anyway!!!

Tim hears this going on and comes back over in my defense since I am somewhat flabbergasted by it all and I'm not even really sure what to say or why I'm getting attacked for doing nothing wrong, well, aside from the obvious animal abuse. OBVIOUSLY.

He says in a very calm voice (probably, I would guess, how he talks to his patients-especially the repeat patients who abuse the system to get painkillers), "Don't talk to my wife like that. You don't know us, don't judge us like that. We did nothing wrong."

And THEN her husband gets involved. I'm not sure of how the exact attack went from that point on other than Tim being calm and telling them to not talk to us like that and them SCREAMING (I kid you not) "DO NOT EVER HAVE KIDS. NEVER. YOU NEED TO GROW UP GROW UP GROW UP."

Well.

Ok.

If anyone overheard these people, you would have thought we were taking a whip and beating the hell out of the dog. (Just for the record, unless you didn't notice, this post is DRIPPING with sarcasm and in all seriousness, we have never, nor will never abuse our animal. We love her (and the cats) like they are members of our family... which you would know just by looking at the past few months' posts....)

It's weird that we were being told to grow up when we are just minding our own business, not judging people and taking care of ourselves AND THE DOG (the insanity we possess by actually taking care of her!) while tolerating (nicely, I might add, especially when it wasn't warranted) attacks from crazy, insane, stupid people. Ahem.

And then, next thing you know, I LET THESE PEOPLE AFFECT ME. Which almost makes me more mad than anything because they were simply not worth it. I am in the car, shaking, crying. I just don't get how people can be so mean, so judgemental. When SERIOUSLY!!! Hello, don't these people read my blog? I'm so in love with that silly puppy all I ever DO is take care of her and write about her and think about her and TRY TO PUT HER AND HER NEEDS FIRST. And to tell me that I'm doing a horrible job and that I shouldn't have kids?

Oh, the tears. They wouldn't stop. I wasn't even having a hormonal week. It was bizarre. And no, not pregnant- much to these people's liking, I assume.

Like I said before, I respect people that look out for animals, I really do. But I think that there is one way of delivering a message without sounding like a judgemental whore ESPECIALLY when you only see about 2.5 seconds of our life and our dogs life. I might be guilty of judging people but I would hope that I would take a step back to think, "Maybe I'm not seeing the whole picture here." Never would I blatantly, rudely attack someone like that. I mean SERIOUSLY. I don't know where these people come from.

Sigh.

So, that is the story of why we shouldn't have kids. The other title would be: "Another rant on the crazy stupid bitches that exist in this world."

And pictures of our poor little abused puppy (again, SARCASM, for all you slower folks out there):


Here she is posing by her new favorite "toys."

And again..... obviously not interested in the slightest in this picture.

Daddy and Bells. Sometimes we call her jingle bells.... or school bells... or cow bells... or bell bells.

And when we do that little game of playing with her name, she starts howling. It is probably the cutest thing ever. Too bad we are such horrible puppy parents (SARCASM). Oh, and for the record, when we DO have kids, which we will, I cannot say exactly what they will be like or who they will be but I do know this: we will be the best parents we can possibly be, we will teach them to never exhibit the rudeness that these people showed to us, and most importantly- we will love them more than anything.