lame, but semi-productive day.
so, two days ago i thought i’d be posting this uber rad clickthru to my other blog regarding the fabulous day i spent frolicking (okay sitting on a log, for the most part) at the beach with my 3rd grade bff and her two tots. i uploaded the pics and then my mac charger decided to be an arse and not charge. so, here i am on the pc laptop (thank God i brought this one, too!) with the jacked up “t” key and am wishing i didn’t promptly delete the beach pics from my camera.
instead you are getting a super lame recap of my day.
7am eyes open.
8am close eyes.
9am alarm goes off. i hit snooze, but keep my eyes open.
9:08am alarm goes off.
9:10am shower. dress for interview at 2pm. not kidding. things are boring here without a job and without things to unpack. and without a tv.
10am take winston outside for pee and poop.
11am drug winston with thunder & lightning pills from vet in hopes that he remains calm with this massive separation anxiety that he has developed since moving. also, slap his anxiety acupressure wrap (i.e. scuba suit) on him.
12pm eat a pb&j since i have no food-food in this place.
1pm put winn in his crate, turn on the rain machine and then leave.
1:01pm silence! i make it around the corner to the elevator and as the doors are closing i hear loud crying. boo. sadness. guilt. suck.
2pm good interview. good drive home. good stop at drugstore for shampoo and cereal. what? i don’t have anything to cook with yet!
3pm get home to… silence? nope, little whimpers heard through the door, but at least no strangled screams like the last time i went down to check the mail!
3:30pm decide to see if he will let me leave again since his eyes are half mast in a drugged out stupor. not so much. i attempt the go out, shut door, open door, give treat. go out, shut door, stay a little longer, open door, give treat. i got all the way down to my car in the parking garage AND talked to my neighbors for about 5 minutes without him uttering any audible utterances. score!! he was, however, in the exact same spot in the foyer that i left him, staring at the door awaiting my return with treats. sigh.
5pm made appointment with new vet for separation anxiety issues tomorrow.
whoever said dogs are training for children was right. my kids are gonna be drugged from the get go! (teasing. they will be organic, pescetarians. duh.)
