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 Yesterday, Charlie got a hold of a dead bird, because the gardeners who do the property have this thing where they're all, "Oh, dead bird, lets just push it under a bush."

Luckily, he dropped it instantly. Yeah, Char, wild dead birds taste icky, don't they?

My aunt and uncle came in from NY. (The ones i like, obviously.)

Then last night Dillon kept having to go to the bathroom and wouldn't settle down.

Then, he finally did, and Charlie  woke up from a dead sleep and started lurching around the room like a maddog, holding his front leg up, and basically going nuts.

So i went to him, and his legs were drawn up, completely locked up, and twitching and jerking. His pupils were gigantic and kept slumping to the floor.

It was later at night, so i tried calling for my dad to keep Charlie still, but Dad was outside smoking, and clearly too busy to come help me out.

So i kept Charlie still, and talked to him until he eventually relaxed.

Dad was all, 'It was a muscle spasm, relax. He probably tried to just run it off, like people do.'

Like i've never seen a dog have a seizure before, Dad. And i also didn't go to vet school or nothing

Told my mom what happened this morning when i took my meds, before returning to bed.


Half hour later she had already looked online, talked to her friend who had the same situation with her dog, and confirmed a seizure. More than likely a toxin from the dead bird.

My mom is awesome.

Then i got a nosebleed, and went to curl up and watch Beautiful People, but it didn't TAPPPEEE.

Anyone have a link to last night's episode? Not like it's not going to be shown 855834290 billion times


Party at the apartment complex today, 'cause everyone here wanted to surprise us with a going away party.


So...why exactly are we doing all the cooking and preparation, again?

also. I'm laughing at myself. Was talking to [livejournal.com profile] zekkass  last night, got hit by a sudden sack o sleepies, and typed out my best line EVER:

"IOkay Igalling asleep sittng nigh!_4"

What. WHAT. I mean, i was...drifting in and out of consciousness, but i can assure  you, that was supposed to be, "Okay, i'm falling asleep sitting up. Good night!"

And now for something completely different:

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See what he did thar? He said, "I'mma go sleep in here until you start packing your clothes for your stay. Kay?"

Okay, Charlie.
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THIS DAY ROCKS MY SOCKS, OKAY?

Smoothed things out with people over at SCCC, who assured me, "Yes, you were accepted into the veterinary science program 4 days ago. Yes, you'll get your acceptance letter in a week."

Then my dad's all, "Hey, we got a place!"

And i'm all, "YES."

and he's all, "We're moving in July 1st,"

and i'm all



and then i was all WHO DO I HUG. ANYONE I WANNA HUG IS IN NEW YORK.

So then i smished Charlie who was all 'snort'

then i smished Dillon who was all, 'derp derp i'm in the air nao.'

Then dad was all, 'who's awesome'

and i was all



and now i'm all



I'm done mucking up everyone's flist browser now
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So, yeah. Think it's time to change dog food.

Which, in a way, is a reality check.

Few weeks ago, Dillon and Charlie had a really bad stomach virus. Then Dillon hurt his leg (or so i thought) and had trouble walking, getting up on beds/couches.

Few weeks later, Dillon's still stumbling around like he's had too much to drink, can't drag himself onto a couch, and prefers lying down to standing for over a minute.

So i'm going to switch them from sensitive stomach to senior longevity food. Kick up the immune system, have some joint support, antioxidents, etc.

I mean, yeah, i've said this before, but i think age is catching up to Dillon. His fur is losing health..it's more..scruffy/grungy. He lost about 4-5 lbs, and you can tell. Even my dad, who knows jackshit about dogs, was able to comment about feeling Dillon's ribs. He's thin.

And for those who know Dillon, he doesn't lack an appetite.

However, on a behavioral standpoint, the interesting part.

Dogs are freaking amazing. The pack mentality.

When i let them out of the crate, Charlie instantly presses himself against Dillon's side, keeping to Dillon's speed as a means of support, and will only put space between them when Dillon decides.

At night, Charlie will go to jump on the bed, then stop, and wait until i lift Dillon onto the bed, before coming up.

They're near inseparable, those two. Their whole lives, i mean, but..

Hooray. Dog food.

~

Side note. Little emotional today.

Grandma's birthday.

Gotta write up an article for the examiner.

Clean.

Get out a bit.

Get food for the house.

 

 


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 Just 'cause you don't taste the liquor, doesn't mean you should forget it's in there.

Took mom and dad out to dinner last night. 

Apologize for the lack of details, but. yeah. Coral Reefers are setting up shop in my head.

Oh my god. Jimmy Buffett living in my head. That would be awesome.

kinda already does. Crap. digression.

Ordered a baybreeze. Funny thing about baybreezes...every place makes them different. In this case, hint of coconut. But alot of places...you can at least taste the liquor.

So, right. Baybreeze. Bread. lots of bread. gnocci appetizer. water. big plate o' Aglio e Olivio. One more baybreeze. Two cannoli.

Had an awesome dinner. I think we were all in great spirits thanks to life's sudden tide change. Mom had just completed 3 1/2 years work of hard work and earned her Bachelor's online. (Hence, dinner). 

Got home, grabbed the dog's leashes, when everything kicked in. 

it was about 9:00 when i said, "Mom, i think my drinks just kicked in.'

Mom flew into action. I chugged a bottle of water. she gave me 2 excedrin.

I'll skip to collapsing into bed and falling asleep almost instantly..only to wake up soaked in sweat, nauseous at 12:30. Unable to go back to sleep for almost three hours.

The dogs were extra extra cuddly, though.

Anyway. I learned that if i'm slightly imbibed and have no one to talk to...i'll talk internet slang as an inner monologue.

It goes something like this:

Lauren is curled in bed. Petting the dogs

"FML. Just...FML. Oh, this succkss. NGL, pups."

No answer from them. whatever.

waking up 3 hours later.

"omg. FML TO HELL."

Then a steady stream of, "GDIAF, self. just..GDIAF."

True story. Dillon and Charlie can attest to it.


Not sure if they will, though, as Charlie had taken up residence sprawled over my chest, snoring, and Dillon had my legs pinned.

The not sleeping part sucked the most, though. 

I mean, how many reruns of Sabrina the Teenage Witch and Queer as Folk can one take?

It would seem, as one would say. i have lost the plot.


Oh, back to dinner. In the event of WE'RE GOING HOME, BITCHES, we had an agreement to keep it on the down low.

Then mom goes, "I have a confession. I may have told..someone. I'm sorry? I told Allison." a pause, then she held up four fingers.

It evolved into a game of tapping each finger, and guessing who she told.

Then, i raised two fingers. For some reason, this struck everyone as hilarious. Oh, alchohol.

One finger tapped: Erica. Well, that shouldn't even count, right? She's the whole epicenter to the moving back-adge.

That finger down left me sticking my middle finger up in the middle of a restaurant.

The second person being Pat. Well. Anyway

5 minutes later, i held up three fingers. I'd actually told Bonnie, my former boss from the cat shelter in NY.

Alright. Back to the present.

Things to do:

A) resume applying to colleges in NY

B) Talk to Erica about stuff.

C) Ask Jimmy Buffett to take a short intermission from my head.

Speaking of which...where's my encore CD? I believe i should have it by now.

 

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 Sometimes i wonder if, after a nearly a decade, I'm still fighting myself.

How after nearly 10 years of popping medication every morning, and every night, there are times when looking at them makes me ill, and i want to throw them down the sink, or flush them.

But i don't.

And there are days, gods help me, where i wish i were...worse off. Is that insane or what?

I'm a 22 year old with full mental capacities, but there's that goddamn wall. A thin little wall that separates me from breaking out into the world. It's there...i can touch it. Independence, pride, confidence.

But i'm stuck. And i've been stuck. And i was unstuck for almost a year when i had my job.

Then i got stuck again.

And i'm rambling. I'm good, though. Not depressed or anything like that.


I may revisit this in a bit. Had another all nighter with the pups.

Going back to a previous post, Dillon's still..slowing down. I thought he'd hurt his leg about a week or two ago. Maybe he did. But he walks slowly. In a sense, it's amusing, because he can't sneak up the stairs without being caught.

But he doesn't like standing, much. He's sleeping more. Lost about 4 pounds, but that could contribute to the week he and Charlie were sick.

Haven't heard back from the Phx Zoo regarding the volunteering, which is weird. I want to see if they still need people for Rock the Zoo tonight.

Job hunt is still on. Cause lets face it, i'm not getting by on the examiner articles.

Right-o, then.

Onward, troops
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 I'm such a wanker. seriously.

I have my newer SPN book that i got  a week ago, and for some reason, i haven't been able to pick it up again since Dean's eyes were described as 'hazel.'

I'm really not that shallow...


Tis 6:30 am here, It's going to be a stunning 86 degrees, and the day holds great promise.


Except for the fact that at around 11:30, Charlie started getting antsy, and had to go out to the bathroom every. freaking. hour.

Then, at one point, i got about 2 straight hours of sleep, and  Dillon started to try and climb out my window. Out my WINDOW, ffs.

Then it was back to every hour with Charlie.


I woke up around 6 to doggie doo stains in my room. Sorry we cleaned the carpets.

Hopefully i can 'unwind' and get some reading done
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I need reading material.

And more entertainment. Or, as i coined it yesterday, 'Plane-tertainment.'

Possibly a new computer bag, cause this one's gonna be a bitch to stuff the important Plane-tertainment with.

I've never been good at packing, but since i moved to AZ, all trips to NY have been too short that i didn't have to worry about it. A few days, if anything.

This time around, it's over a week. And that's pretty bad ass.

Speaking of badass, John Barrowman's new album came out March 1st. It's all Broadway stuff. I need it.



Today, i called Charlie a BAMF. I'm not sure why. I just..did.

I've always kept them closed off behind a kitchen gate, because they had a tendency of marking the carpet in the living room in Phoenix.

But lately i've been taking them on a walk, then letting them around..just not upstairs.

So last night, i'm in my room, and i can't find Charlie. Mom's all, "He's in the living room with us, sleeping."

Again, this morning, i got out of a shower, and i'm like, 'great. Where's Charlie?" Dillon's asleep on my bed.

Charlie was by himself in the living room, just chilling out.

So i went "Charlie, you're a BAMF. You are a bad ass mother fucker."

I don't know why, though.


Speaking of the BAMFness, last night dad alerted me to the fact that 'Bright Young Things' was about to start on TV.

No, Dad's not the bamf-ness. Stephen Fry is.


Also. Job searching in NY. That sounds pretty BAMFery to me. Thinking i'll contact Dr. Selmer (Original vet) ..maybe he's got some leads for me. Before i left NY, he told me if i ever needed a reference, he'd be honored to write one up.
 

And that was before i was all...Veterinaryish.

OH \o/ \o/ YAY
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Dear Charlie,

I'm on a mission.

What the FECK is this new...standing stil and licking walls business? Seriously. I woke up this morning, and you're just...licking a wall. again.

Weirdo.

Also, you and your brudder need baths. Like....whoaa. So either i dunk you boys in the tub, pay irene to groom you (mind you, we don't get 1/2 off discount anymore), or we check out Kosmos.

You pick.
 

Not.


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Whoever slipped Charlie the catnip needs to fess up, now.

Thanks,

The management

Crappicons

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Yeah...work in progress. Charlie's got it covered though. Not the dog...he doesn't have thumbs. But...Hatter wants to know wtf both of us are doing?
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 I can haz reserchez too!

But...here's to hoping it won't come to that.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place. Damn financial shit. I have a love-hate relationship for my decision to take the 9 month vet. assisting course. Knowledge is power...unless you can't do a damn thing about it.

Besides, well..the obvious.. money and crap. I can't afford (personally) to be one of those people who puts the veterinary world in jeopardy because they can't afford to take their pets to the vet.

But, it's reality. The dogs are overdue on their vaccinations, which could be worse... Dillon's of age that a DVM won't push to vaccinate..but boarding facilities aren't so lenient. They want the papers, or no go.

It's Charlie that kills me, every day. Even lying around reduces him to the constant panting, snorting, struggling for the right amount of oxygen. He can't relax for decent periods of time, because he wakes himself up...like freakin apnea. A short walk leaves him panting and breathing heavily/snort-gurgling for over an hour after.

He loves playing, loves fetch, loves to run, but can we take him to the dog park? No.

There are times where he's breathing so hard i can actually feel how tight his throat is, trying to freakin' breathe. How his eyes bulge (more than usual), and his gums are dark blue-ish, and continue on that route.

Cyanotic. An animal isn't getting enough oxygen.

Yet, like every dog, it doesn't faze him from living life. He licks...obsessively. He plays fetch in the house. He's quirky. I've done my research on elongated soft palates. Would be nice of the world to put up some info in dogs that aren't *puppies*.

I need to do...something. I've started my dog walking/sitting business. I'll be starting a job at an animal hospital once they stop being ass-hats and get on it. February is a long time to drag someone around, i think.

Have some damn respect.

But i'm going to pull as much weight as i can without dropping dead. I'll work more shifts...whatever.

I don't really care.

When a parent will move mountains for their kids...no matter what the cost...it's no different with people.

Only..some people will sooner put down a dog than pay a bill.

Craziest part of this? Behavior wise, he's more balanced than Dillon. *snorts*

/Ramble

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