Tuesday, July 5, 2011

A new addition to our nutty family!

Meet Jet! She's our new puppy and she is, quite possibly, the cutest dog EVER! I didn't plan on bringing home a dog today, but I did plan to surprise the kids by taking them to the shelter to look at the dogs, see if one wanted to be part of our family, and put in an application to adopt. The process usually takes a week or so. Initially, I went to meet Chance, an 8week old American Bulldog puppy I saw on the shelter website. When we got to the shelter this morning, I found Chance's pen and saw that he had been adopted already, which was fine as this is the ultimate goal for animal shelters, right?

So, how did we end up with this beautiful Jack Russell terrier? Well that's why I'm writing this little bit of silliness so keep your panties on. Sheesh! Once we saw the "I've been adopted" sign on Chance's pen we went back to the very first pen and started working our magic on the various and assorted dogs of various and assorted sizes, shapes and personalities. Choosing a dog is a very zen kind of event for me and not something I just rush into all willy nilly. Willy nilliness is high on my list of things I love, but not when it comes to family pets.

The shelter had a lot of Chihuahuas and Chihuahua mixes, all of which were in some state of yippiness and jumping. Not for me. I have never been a tiny dog fan anyway, tiny yippee dogs are even less appealing. There was a beautiful yet HUGE pitbull, and very sad looking Boxer, a few of those really twitchy and jittery looking dogs that appear to have been groomed by someone hopped up on pixie sticks and wearing a blindfold, more Chihuahuas (makes you wonder why so many are at the shelter?) and some tiny balls of lots of fluffy white fur. While I was wandering around and stopping to talk with and listen to the other dogs in the shelter, I stopped in front of a pen with a little Jack Russell in it. I got down to her level and let her sniff my hand through the fence, she immediately laid down for a belly rub. This was a great start! I called the kids over to see her & asked the volunteer if we could take her out to the play yard. It was obvious right away that this little dog was a perfect match for my family. Even the 15 year old who insisted he didn't want some yappy purse dog and wouldn't take anything other than a giant beast of a dog was down in the grass playing with the puppy. YES! We love her! So, the spouse and I set off to start the adoption paperwork. As we're filling out the forms, the shelter director comes out and tells us the story of the little dog we like. Turns out she was abandoned at the shelter, the employees found her when they got to work one morning. She was tied to the gate with her leash and a note stating that the owners just couldn't care for her anymore.
She had been at the shelter for about a month. *awwwe* I know!
   We were just about to ask the director how long it would be until we knew if we had been approved to adopt her when she asked us if we'd like to take her home with us today. HELL YES! The kids and I were jumping up and down like dorks and saying "We got a puppy! YAY YAY YAY!"
We squealed, signed, squealed some more, paid the fees for our new friend and then all gathered on the bench so we could have our picture taken for the wall of happy adopters.
     We named our little friend Jet, because she's a speedy speedy little girl. She's 7 months old, already spayed, housebroken, vaccinated and microchipped.  Did I mention that we love her? What kinds of pets, if any, do you have?
Jet with her toys

Monday, July 4, 2011

run on ramblings and other nonsense

     I promised I would be back to writing on a [slightly more] regular basis, but alas, I have broken that promise, again. It seems that there is a lot of untimely, if there is such thing, and unexpected death around me these days & I sort of distracted myself from thinking about it with a constant whirlwind of activity. Now that my offspring are out of school for Summer break, I am not waking up at 5am and going going going until I fall into bed each night, which also means I have more time with my warped brain, and that's never good. Neither are run on sentences, but right now I'm just happy that my fingers are keeping up with my brain.
    In April, my husband's best friend was found dead at the age of 48. This man had been a part of our daily life for over 20 years. His (what we were lead to believe was mysterious and untimely) death, we found out in a most unnecessary & shocking way at the post service reception thanks to his ex-wife's inebriated hateful father, was self inflicted. The details aren't necessary to my ramblings so I'll just say that my husband was shocked, gutted, and in a whole new kind of agonizing emotional pain. This was a man he saw more than his own family. Troy and my husband worked together, too. So, that was a big jolt to our family and one of the reasons why I just sort of drifted away from much of the Internet goings on.
    Whilst I have been away, I have learned of the deaths of 2 other people whom I may not have "known" in what some folks refer to as "real life", but who were friends nonetheless.
    Being the Grim Reaper was not my reason for opening my laptop today and typing for a bit. What I have been mulling over for the last however the hell long it's been is why I stopped writing on a regular basis. I used to write, a lot, and damn it was good stuff if I do say so myself. I had quite a nice flock with whom I truly enjoyed bantering and interacting. I also had a handful of really awful folks, but I have never been one to back down from a challenge, so I jabbed and kicked with them as well.  I loved writing, rambling, ranting, ridiculing, what have you, but I just stopped sort of abruptly.
   I do miss writing. I miss having a place for all the strange thinks that I think to go so there's room in my skull for new thinks. I shall go off and ponder this now over a bowl of chocolate ice cream.
    I hope everyone is healthy and well and causing a heap of trouble!
 Kisses and all that crap~A