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I guess I am due for an update.
Vicious bit me the other day. We'd been doing some of his obedience commands, with treats and all that jazz. After we were done, he hopped up in my lap and was rubbing up against me as he always does. I was sitting there talking with Wes and Carried when he got offended that I was scratching his head, so he went into his whole growly routine. I went into the normal "it's just noise" at him, which usually shuts him up and he lays down. It didn't, so I told him to get off, so he turns around and tried to take a chomp out of my face. So after a quick corrective action, a night in his crate for him, and a couple of hours of trying to get my face to stop bleeding/ splitting back open, he went to the vet on Saturday and was neutered on Monday. In short, studding absolutely ruined my dog. They say it will take a few weeks for the testosterone to get out of his system, and so we will still have a few problemss. Which reminds me, I need to call Bark Busters.
I'm still having trouble with my financial aid. I'm ready to scream with it. Everything is just too complicated. First apply, wait a few weeks and verify. What should take all of 20 minutes, is actually a drop off and another few week wait. Grr. I'm so aggrevated at it.
My car still isn't fixed. I've been trying to call the woman for a while now. We keep playing phone tag. Unfortunately, you must move mountains to go to a shop that isn't approved through their insurance company. I guess it doesn't dawn on people that they may not like it they tell you that you cannot get an estimate before repairs.
We had a roommate move in, and we've already had to kick out her boyfriend. She's only been here two weeks. I just don't know how this is going to work out anymore. I'm ready to lose my mind on the bills. On the bright side of things, I may not have to worry about it much longer. Uncle Gene is trying to sell the house out from under us. Yippee beans. I wish he would make up his bloody mind if we can stay here, on what conditions and terms, and stick with it. I'm tired of this crap.
Since Nana died, I have lost 10lbs. Yeah, it's slow, and it hasn't all been by great method, but apparently, it's working. It's amazing how stress will do that to you.
Well, it is off to pay bills and go to work. Yay.
Vicious bit me the other day. We'd been doing some of his obedience commands, with treats and all that jazz. After we were done, he hopped up in my lap and was rubbing up against me as he always does. I was sitting there talking with Wes and Carried when he got offended that I was scratching his head, so he went into his whole growly routine. I went into the normal "it's just noise" at him, which usually shuts him up and he lays down. It didn't, so I told him to get off, so he turns around and tried to take a chomp out of my face. So after a quick corrective action, a night in his crate for him, and a couple of hours of trying to get my face to stop bleeding/ splitting back open, he went to the vet on Saturday and was neutered on Monday. In short, studding absolutely ruined my dog. They say it will take a few weeks for the testosterone to get out of his system, and so we will still have a few problemss. Which reminds me, I need to call Bark Busters.
I'm still having trouble with my financial aid. I'm ready to scream with it. Everything is just too complicated. First apply, wait a few weeks and verify. What should take all of 20 minutes, is actually a drop off and another few week wait. Grr. I'm so aggrevated at it.
My car still isn't fixed. I've been trying to call the woman for a while now. We keep playing phone tag. Unfortunately, you must move mountains to go to a shop that isn't approved through their insurance company. I guess it doesn't dawn on people that they may not like it they tell you that you cannot get an estimate before repairs.
We had a roommate move in, and we've already had to kick out her boyfriend. She's only been here two weeks. I just don't know how this is going to work out anymore. I'm ready to lose my mind on the bills. On the bright side of things, I may not have to worry about it much longer. Uncle Gene is trying to sell the house out from under us. Yippee beans. I wish he would make up his bloody mind if we can stay here, on what conditions and terms, and stick with it. I'm tired of this crap.
Since Nana died, I have lost 10lbs. Yeah, it's slow, and it hasn't all been by great method, but apparently, it's working. It's amazing how stress will do that to you.
Well, it is off to pay bills and go to work. Yay.