He’s wearing this muzzle because I can’t control MY behavior.
There’s no better testament to how much owners influence the behavior of their dogs than the vastly different experiences Aaron and I have taking Jackson to the vet.
Aaron is the default parent (yes, I’m using the term “parent” because “owner” sounds so sterile) to take the dogs to the vet during emergency situations because I am NOT good with blood and panic-y situations.
But I started taking the dogs to the vet for non-emergency purposes because I’m the parent who works at home. In theory, it’s easier for me to be the vet person.
Now, Aaron always reported perfect behavior from Jackson during his vet visits. But the last few times I took Jackson, he’d get panic-y in the waiting room, cowered from vet employees, and bared his teeth at our usual vet!
WTF, Aaron, you liar!? Our baby is a god damn monster. And he really hates our vet. I have no idea why — she’s a totally sweet lady who always speaks gently to him and treats him well. And he’s NEVER been one to hate people. Other dogs while on a walk, yes. But people? No. (Well, except for that one crazy guy once… thank gawd.)
So this time, when Jackson’s weird neck wounds from two months ago refused to heal up completely and seemed to get worse, I begged Aaron to resume his role as “the vet person.” Jackson behavior and my anxiety was making the visits way to stressful for me. And I suspected that my anxiety may even be triggering Jackson’s mood.
Aaron obliged, and took off work to be a good parent. I wished him luck today as he left the house, even suggested he take the muzzle that had come in handy last time.
Guess what… Read More
I found this post in my drafts folder. I wrote it this very day a year ago about a fun weekend I had. It made me smile to find photos of what is now cute memories of a fun weekend.
This is not a big thinking-type post. It’s mostly a brain/photo dump, in honor of the fantastic weekend I am having.
It all started with the awesome birthday flowers my sister-in-law had sent to me. It totally reminds me of the Ayla flowers that my housekeeper/tiny Oaxacan mom, Elsa, made.
This flower puppy face just kills me!
I wanted to take a minute to show off my latest nerd party cosplay. (Would you call this cosplay or costuming? What’s the difference? I feel like it’s not “professional” enough to be cosplay, but I definitely put a lot of effort into each look. Anyway…)
Last time I was Allie from Hyperbole and a Half, at the Meme Party. This time my friend Ken and I were the kick-ass team of Fantastic Mr. Fox and Clive Badger for our mutual friend Matt’s Bill Murray Party.
Fantastic Mr Fox costume:
* Furry Plush Animal Hat in Fox
* Dickies Poplin Short Sleeve Shirt
* Dickies Women’s Stretch Twill Capri in Desert Sand
* Orange and gold striped tie
* Platform Lace Up Boots in Dark Tan
Here are some pics of us from the night…
before hair cut
I’ve been dying to cut my hair for a while. But I kept it long for costume purposes
, and then for Maui purposes (it’s easier to put up when it’s long). But I finally had no reason to keep my hair long. And with the temperatures in LA hitting the high 80s and 90s, I couldn’t wait to chop this shit off.
So I showed my hair stylist a freaking cartoon hair style that I really love and she did her best to re-create it… Read More
I’ve mentioned before that my two friends Erik and Kimmy are getting married… to each other! I’m a bridesmaid AND an “unofficial groomsman” in the wedding. Which means that at the moment my work life is paralleling my real life:
Kimmy wants all her bridesmaid to be in non-matching dresses. Which is awesome! We decided that I should rock some Stop Staring in a dove grey. Since Kimmy is a fashion goddess, she’s getting the company to loan me this dress for her wedding! Swanky, yes?
Since I’m an official bridesmaid/unofficial groomsgirl, I’m planning both the bachelorette AND the bachelor parties!
But… I’ve only ever been to one bachelorette party and it was just a straight-up dinner.
And it’s… interesting being a girl planning a bachelor party for dudes.
At least I’m just one of many who are planning the bachelorette party — there are other girls helping out in making the whole day a success. But the bachelor party… at one point is was looking like it would be ALL ON ME. *Gulp* I mean, I can plan a party as long as it’s “hey, here’s the date — show up, I’ll provide beer and wine.” But if we’re getting any fancier than that, I’m out of my depth.
So in a panic — after my fellow party-planner, groomsman Alan, told me that he was probably not going to be able to be at the party — I hit up my friends Laura and Megan who make up the amazing even planning team of Rebel Belle, and begged them for help. Their response: Read More
I’m so ready for this week to be over. These last three weeks have been incredibly stressful and emotionally draining for me.
My last moment with Julius after eight years together.
First, my week of intense car shopping…
I spent five whole days car shopping with my dad. Almost non-stop. I enjoyed the part where I got to spend all that time with my dad, and learn a WHOLE lot about the car buying process. I didn’t, however, enjoy the process of car shopping. I also didn’t enjoy the panic attacks in the middle of a Honda showroom, and the Mazda showroom. And the amount of crying in public I did when I finally sold Julius, my Mini Cooper that I’ve had for eight years. But at the end, I wound up with the perfect car. I totally thought I was going to get a used small SUV that I felt kind of “meh” about. But ended up with a brand new Subaru that I’m over-the-moon for.
I seriously love my new car. She’s perfect for me in every way: My favorite color, can fit my entire family, and with such a smoother ride. It’s basically like Julius on steroids! It was also going to be so much more comfortable riding experience for my aging family dog, Ayla. I that was going to be the happy ending to a looong week of stress.
But the very next day, Ayla died after thirteen years of love and laughter. This completely devastated me for two reasons: I miss her so much, and I had to watch Elsa, my loooongtime housekeeper, grieve harder than anyone.
That started my week of intense sadness…
Ayla, my family dog, died at 2:30pm on July 20th, at 13-years-old. She spent the last four years of her life living with our longtime housekeeper, Elsa — aka. Ayla’s favorite person on Earth. Elsa was by her side for her last breaths, just as I hoped she’d be, just as Ayla deserved.
The day Ayla died (after crumbling into a sobbing mess, screaming “no!” while Aaron held me) I rushed over to Elsa’s home. I spent hours sitting with Elsa and her nieces and nephews — alternating between tears and laughter — as the WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD came by to say their goodbyes to Ayla… Read More