holy no posts batman.
I haven't updated in FOREVER... I think it's just a complete lack of motivation on my part.
I haven't really been reading either, but if anyone has any big news, please let me know
A lot of shit has happened to me in the past few months since I last posted. Since I will never remember everything, I just try to remember the bigger stuff, and forget the small stuff.
first, I got a new dog. Yes, baskin died in October, and admittedly I didn't even have him for the last 8 months of his life (having pawning him off to a friend after I couldn't stand his horrible misbehaviour any longer) and we never really bonded anyway. I always felt that even considering getting a new dog after essentially giving up on another one kind of appalling, but the more I thought about it, the more I think that dogs are a lot like people... some you like, some you don't and I shouldn't feel too bad about getting rid of one, and then getting another (at least that's how I'm justifying it to mysef), but I digress.
Anyway, her name is angel and she's a 4 year old female Golden Retreiver. I got her when I responded to an ad on a local classified site for an available adult female golden retriever. I had responded to few other ads before that, but had always chickened out when the people actually answered my email.... it was a big commitment and one I didn't know I was ready for.
anyway, the lady simply responded with a phone number and said to call her. I did and she told me she's a "breeder" and this dog had had an infection in her uterus and she was unable to have any more puppies. To treat the infection, she had to be fixed. I figured, "I'll just go look, I wont commit to anything". So I drove up to the farm to see her. When I got there, there she was, next to a barn, in a cage no bigger than 4x6 feet, mud floor with several huge holes that she had obviously dug that had half filled with rain water turning her prison into a virtual pud pit. there was also a pitiful plywood dog house that she had also chewed and a scrap wood skid for her to lay on to keep her somewhat out of the mud. She was so dirty I didn't want to touch her, not to mention, put her in my car. I told the lady I would absolutely take her, but I had to go home for the night and buy the things I needed... I had no crate, food, toys, brushes, beds, a towel for her to sit on on the way home etc etc the stuff that you needed to have a dog. Even though at that point I still wasn't sure I wanted her, I certainly couldn't leave her there. She told me that she was a very nervous dog and had already been returned 3 times. I can't imagine how heartless you'd have to be to bring her back to that hell, but whatever. I came and got her the next day. the drive home was horrible, she was afraid of everything, just about had a stroke when I turned on the windshield wipers. I immediately thought I had made a huge mistake, she was insane. I actually said out-loud "what the fuck have I done?" I even asked for a sign that I had done the right thing, and then I turned on the radio and the song "angel" by aerosmith was on (her name is Angel)... I couldn't have asked for a bigger sign, quite literally. Regardless, I couldn't take her into my condo being that dirty and smelling the way she did. I'd be kicked out for sure. We went straight to a groomer.
The first few days were hell, she was TERRIFIED of every little noise, bump and rattle, and walking her outside in downtown Toronto with all of the super insane street noises, especially around my apartment, she was terrified to the point of almost being out of control. I ended up even calling the golden retriever rescue to surrender her because she couldn't go back to that hell, and I thought I couldn't handle her. It was bad. Needless to say, I kept her around for a few more day and that's all it took for me to realize that she's the best dog on earth. a few days was all it took for her to become completely normal inside my apartment, and I knew that her outside behaviour could be worked on.
She is, honest to god, the best dog I have ever even seen. she's cute beyond belief, and bit mischievous (she steals my stuff and hides it in her crate), pretty calm and ridiculously affectionate and, after 3 months, I still haven't heard her bark... not even once. She walks perfectly at my side now (I had to teach her how to walk down a flight of stairs- she hadn't done it before), and I take her to the leash free dog park 4 times a day, not because I want to, but because it's the only place she'll go pee. it's kind of a pain, but it does mean that, after never being house-trained, she's never even had an accident, not even one.
BEST.DOG.EVER. seriously. I'm so happy that I never gave up on her.
The next biggish news is that I had a car accident, a pretty fricken serious one too. I hit a concrete wall going 80 kph, then flipped my car 3 times on a local highway here in Toronto, my head went out the window at some point and dragged along the highway, tearing part of my scalp off... yes, you could see my skull plain and clear. I have pictures if anyone is interested. LoL I also suffered a "brain injury", but that's just doctor talk for a concussion and my back and neck hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. Brian was also in the car and had NO injuries (thank god- I'd kill myself if I had hurt someone else). You can read all about it here in these 3 links (Note: in the first link, that's brian in the red/pinkish tee shirt kneeling down next to the car): http://www.citynews.ca/news/news_35096.aspx , here: http://toronto.ctv.ca/servlet/an/local/CTVNews/20090604/dvp_crash_090604/20090604/?hub=TorontoNewHome and here: http://www.cp24.com/servlet/an/local/CTVNews/20090603/090603_peel_shooting_br/20090604/?hub=CP24Home
It's been two weeks, and I'm just starting to feel like things are getting back to normal. I was nice to see my family, who came to visit me all together (just me, my sister, mom and dad- who have been divorced for 9 years). I was awesome to have just the four of us back together for the first time in 9 years.
Needless to say, the car was a write off, and i have not quite been back to work as of yet, but I'm thinking soon. I have to wear a hat pretty much all the time though because the top of my head looks like ground beef. I may have to have more surgery if the skin they sewed back on doesn't come back to life, but I have to say, I'm thinking it all will though- it's itchy as hell which means the nerves are all working. I can't believe how bad it looks... it is a distinct possibility that I may have a bald spot... oh lord, my biggest nightmare. and I'm using it as an excuse to eat whatever I want, which needs to end soon. I don't want to be bald AND fat. I'm going to physio, and massage therapy, and chiropractic treatments all to help me heal. I go three times a week.
in other news, Brian bought a condo. Yes, it's not in my building like he first wanted, but it's close by and he got an AMAZING deal... literally 20,000 dollars below market value (thanks to his wicked awesome realtor ;o) and I LOVE IT! I'm so jealous it's not even funny.
HMMM..... I dunno what else to write, and it's getting late, man i'm tired and this entry is getting way too long... la la la..
***I'D LIKE TO JUST SAY THAT LIVEJOURNAL HAS THE WORST SPELL CHECK ON THE PLANET!!!
I haven't really been reading either, but if anyone has any big news, please let me know
A lot of shit has happened to me in the past few months since I last posted. Since I will never remember everything, I just try to remember the bigger stuff, and forget the small stuff.
first, I got a new dog. Yes, baskin died in October, and admittedly I didn't even have him for the last 8 months of his life (having pawning him off to a friend after I couldn't stand his horrible misbehaviour any longer) and we never really bonded anyway. I always felt that even considering getting a new dog after essentially giving up on another one kind of appalling, but the more I thought about it, the more I think that dogs are a lot like people... some you like, some you don't and I shouldn't feel too bad about getting rid of one, and then getting another (at least that's how I'm justifying it to mysef), but I digress.
Anyway, her name is angel and she's a 4 year old female Golden Retreiver. I got her when I responded to an ad on a local classified site for an available adult female golden retriever. I had responded to few other ads before that, but had always chickened out when the people actually answered my email.... it was a big commitment and one I didn't know I was ready for.
anyway, the lady simply responded with a phone number and said to call her. I did and she told me she's a "breeder" and this dog had had an infection in her uterus and she was unable to have any more puppies. To treat the infection, she had to be fixed. I figured, "I'll just go look, I wont commit to anything". So I drove up to the farm to see her. When I got there, there she was, next to a barn, in a cage no bigger than 4x6 feet, mud floor with several huge holes that she had obviously dug that had half filled with rain water turning her prison into a virtual pud pit. there was also a pitiful plywood dog house that she had also chewed and a scrap wood skid for her to lay on to keep her somewhat out of the mud. She was so dirty I didn't want to touch her, not to mention, put her in my car. I told the lady I would absolutely take her, but I had to go home for the night and buy the things I needed... I had no crate, food, toys, brushes, beds, a towel for her to sit on on the way home etc etc the stuff that you needed to have a dog. Even though at that point I still wasn't sure I wanted her, I certainly couldn't leave her there. She told me that she was a very nervous dog and had already been returned 3 times. I can't imagine how heartless you'd have to be to bring her back to that hell, but whatever. I came and got her the next day. the drive home was horrible, she was afraid of everything, just about had a stroke when I turned on the windshield wipers. I immediately thought I had made a huge mistake, she was insane. I actually said out-loud "what the fuck have I done?" I even asked for a sign that I had done the right thing, and then I turned on the radio and the song "angel" by aerosmith was on (her name is Angel)... I couldn't have asked for a bigger sign, quite literally. Regardless, I couldn't take her into my condo being that dirty and smelling the way she did. I'd be kicked out for sure. We went straight to a groomer.
The first few days were hell, she was TERRIFIED of every little noise, bump and rattle, and walking her outside in downtown Toronto with all of the super insane street noises, especially around my apartment, she was terrified to the point of almost being out of control. I ended up even calling the golden retriever rescue to surrender her because she couldn't go back to that hell, and I thought I couldn't handle her. It was bad. Needless to say, I kept her around for a few more day and that's all it took for me to realize that she's the best dog on earth. a few days was all it took for her to become completely normal inside my apartment, and I knew that her outside behaviour could be worked on.
She is, honest to god, the best dog I have ever even seen. she's cute beyond belief, and bit mischievous (she steals my stuff and hides it in her crate), pretty calm and ridiculously affectionate and, after 3 months, I still haven't heard her bark... not even once. She walks perfectly at my side now (I had to teach her how to walk down a flight of stairs- she hadn't done it before), and I take her to the leash free dog park 4 times a day, not because I want to, but because it's the only place she'll go pee. it's kind of a pain, but it does mean that, after never being house-trained, she's never even had an accident, not even one.
BEST.DOG.EVER. seriously. I'm so happy that I never gave up on her.
The next biggish news is that I had a car accident, a pretty fricken serious one too. I hit a concrete wall going 80 kph, then flipped my car 3 times on a local highway here in Toronto, my head went out the window at some point and dragged along the highway, tearing part of my scalp off... yes, you could see my skull plain and clear. I have pictures if anyone is interested. LoL I also suffered a "brain injury", but that's just doctor talk for a concussion and my back and neck hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. Brian was also in the car and had NO injuries (thank god- I'd kill myself if I had hurt someone else). You can read all about it here in these 3 links (Note: in the first link, that's brian in the red/pinkish tee shirt kneeling down next to the car): http://www.citynews.ca/news/news_35096.aspx , here: http://toronto.ctv.ca/servlet/an/local/CTVNews/20090604/dvp_crash_090604/20090604/?hub=TorontoNewHome and here: http://www.cp24.com/servlet/an/local/CTVNews/20090603/090603_peel_shooting_br/20090604/?hub=CP24Home
It's been two weeks, and I'm just starting to feel like things are getting back to normal. I was nice to see my family, who came to visit me all together (just me, my sister, mom and dad- who have been divorced for 9 years). I was awesome to have just the four of us back together for the first time in 9 years.
Needless to say, the car was a write off, and i have not quite been back to work as of yet, but I'm thinking soon. I have to wear a hat pretty much all the time though because the top of my head looks like ground beef. I may have to have more surgery if the skin they sewed back on doesn't come back to life, but I have to say, I'm thinking it all will though- it's itchy as hell which means the nerves are all working. I can't believe how bad it looks... it is a distinct possibility that I may have a bald spot... oh lord, my biggest nightmare. and I'm using it as an excuse to eat whatever I want, which needs to end soon. I don't want to be bald AND fat. I'm going to physio, and massage therapy, and chiropractic treatments all to help me heal. I go three times a week.
in other news, Brian bought a condo. Yes, it's not in my building like he first wanted, but it's close by and he got an AMAZING deal... literally 20,000 dollars below market value (thanks to his wicked awesome realtor ;o) and I LOVE IT! I'm so jealous it's not even funny.
HMMM..... I dunno what else to write, and it's getting late, man i'm tired and this entry is getting way too long... la la la..
***I'D LIKE TO JUST SAY THAT LIVEJOURNAL HAS THE WORST SPELL CHECK ON THE PLANET!!!