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
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
The Best Week Ever blog posted these photos of floral arrangements shaped like dogs. And it reminded me that I never blogged about the most amazing floral arrangement I’ve ever seen! These dogs are cute and all, but our housekeeper of 15+ years did it first:
And this is Ayla, the dog she modeled her arrangement after:
Elsa completely surprised us all. We had no idea she could do that! Even better, the reason she made that floral arrangement was because she was so happy that she was officially adopting Ayla from us. Ayla had always lived in our family home, but about a year into owning her it became clear that she was really Elsa’s dog.
I was even feeling the doggy love on V-day.
I don’t “do” Valentine’s Day. Yeah, I’m one of THOSE people. But, as far back as I can remember the day made me all uncomfortable and squidgy. Even when my first boyfriend got all crazy romantic and sent me flowers at school, I just felt really weird about it. Ever since then I’ve asked all boyfriends to just not do anything — just ignore it with me.
And so far Aaron’s been amazing at it. He made me something for our first Valentine’s Day (maybe he wasn’t quite sure if it was a trick or not?) and it was the best thing I’ve ever gotten and it is never to be topped. I will hopefully write a post about that later, when I’m not laying in bed about to go to sleep.
And one other year he bought me silly stupid crap just to make me laugh. He went shopping with his best friend who asked, “aren’t you going to get in trouble for that?” Ha.
But this year, this year was all crazy different…
I just found this old video of Peezu acting like she’s on crack after having a bath. Enjoy…
She’s a special girl.
(Oof, I’m behind on these. Today is kind of a quiet day so I’m hoping to catch up…)
Choose an object to symbolize your creativity and put it in a place you can see it every day.
The framed photos in my hallway.
It shouldn’t be too shocking that my creative symbols are photographs!
I used to have my bedroom wall COVERED in photos that I had taken — it was like my own personal art gallery. But when Aaron and I moved in together he asked me to not re-create the photo gallery because it made him feel clausterphobic, which I understood.
So, now, I have just one wall set up as a mini gallery with a few of my favorite photos.
But out of all the framed photos, this one is my favorite for several reasons…
I snapped this after I had washed Ayla’s dirty paws off in the sink. I took it with a film camera on actual black and white film! And it was originally not a photo I was considering developing because it wasn’t “perfect.” Right before I snapped what I thought was going to be a photo of a Boston Terrier sitting adorably in a sink, Ayla started making her way towards me and “ruined” my shot. But my photography teacher picked this one out of all the others on the proof sheet and told me it was the one to work on. And it changed the way I looked at photos. It showed me that it’s not always the “perfect” photos that are the most interesting, or speak the loudest.
It basically gave me the freedom to get creative, experiment with different angles and give the photos that look a little wonky a chance to shine, turns out people like things that are a little wonky.