Saturday, January 17, 2015

January 17, 2015 - Birmingham

Mom and I have had a good day today, mostly just resting more...which is a sacrifice I'm always willing to make :)
And, I did finally get some work done on my online classes that start next Tuesday while catching up on a Criminal Minds that weird?

We got out a little bit and walked around a small area of Birmingham with lots of little shops...I always find myself drawn into the petshops...can't imagine why...and met a very nice Doberman named Thor today.  He was attending a special Doberman rescue fundraiser weekend.  Thor and I discussed the tricks he knew and the fancy schmancy backpack he was sporting.  Thor's mom uses his backpack to store her water bottles when she hikes.  
I'm pretty sure Layla needs a backpack now.

Birmingham is a very dog friendly city, and it's one of the many reasons I really love it here.  
We even browsed an Interior Design shop with a smaller frou frou dog later.  
When I met him, he was concentrating on whether or not he wanted to scale the stairs directly in front of him or have his mommy carry him.  I didn't want to break his concentration, so I didn't ask his name.  
Pretty cool indeed.

I found a dainty set of coasters with dog faces embroidered on them.  
Now, I do NOT need any more knick knacks in my house nor anything that sits around.  
But, guess which dog breed was on top?

I had to have them.  
It was meant to be.

My mom then pulled me into a "Sporting Goods" store, which ended up being ladies' clothing...I'm still trying to figure that one out. 
The day ended well when I tried on a pair of Not Your Daughter's Jeans in a smaller size than I've worn in years...and they fit.  
What! What!
Not to mention that said jeans were on sale...$140+ jeans for $50?  I'll take em!

Little Jake at the shelter went home with his family today :)
He was a source of pure unadulterated joy when allowed out of his kennel...he could bounce, jump, sneak, chase, pounce, pat, and scoot with the best of them.  He made us laugh even when we didn't feel like laughing.

Godspeed, little Jake, and take care of yourself and your new peeps.

I have rounds tomorrow evening, and as much as I have enjoyed this laid back time with my mom, I miss my extended fur-family...
as well as my own family...two-legged AND four-legged.

Till then...

Friday, January 16, 2015

January 16, 2015 - Presidents, Politics, and Books

I'm at my mom's this weekend.  
We left her house this morning at 5:45 a.m. to have some tests run at the hospital and then slept most of the day after we got home.  
Her because of the anesthesia...and me because...well, because that's just what I do.  
I can sleep pretty much any time of the day.
I'm being serious. 

I have an idea for a book.  There.  I've said it.
I've never really thought that I might purposely write something other than my dissertation, but this idea just kinda hit me on the drive over Thursday night.  

When I was a little girl I always said I would live on a farm or somewhere with lots of land so that I could take care of all the animals that needed me. 
I'm 46, and I still feel that way.
This year I began my tenure as the Board of Directors President of my local animal shelter.
I didn't want the job because I didn't feel like I knew enough about the history of the organization (30+ years and counting), and because I like to play with animals, not people. 
People get on my nerves.
They make dumb decisions, they're snarky, they have hidden agendas, and everyone who has ever owned a dog or cat thinks he/she knows what's best for shelter animals.
For a variety of reasons, the rest of the Board felt I was the right person for this job (ie. nobody else wanted it either), so here I am.

I could also care less about politics.
It's a necessary evil, but I can't name a politician I trust. 
A local "rockstar" politician even surrendered a dog to the shelter a month or so ago.  
He "rescued" him.  
He couldn't leave a surrender fee or help us out with the medicines the dog needed for his mange but promised to send us much more at a later date.  
We haven't heard from him yet.  
Are you surprised?  I'm not.

Have you guessed what I'm going to write about yet?

Thursday, January 15, 2015

January 15, 2015 - Pacino and Politics

Wednesday, Jan. 14

Pacino came in today. 
He was on a ride along with our local police department. 
He was shaking...fear or cold, or both. 
His little round belly...full of worms probably.
His sharp nails, curled over.
You're safe now, little man.

Thursday, Jan. 15

Today was one of those days. 
When what I think is right is not what others think is right. 
When I question their motivation...their reasons for their opinions. 
And I fear what the future will actually bring...based on the group of people making the decisions.  

But I am in the minority.
So I don't get my way.

But, I still have to somehow balance out those bad decisions and keep others happy. 
Encourage positivity in a staff who is directly affected by the decisions we just made.
Who already don't think we listen to anything they say.

We can't quit.
We have to focus on the defenseless ones who depend on us the most. 
Because they don't have a voice.
Because I do this for them, not the people involved.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

January 13, 2015 - "Ya got any puppies?"

On Tuesdays and Thursdays Layla rides to school with Reagan and me for drop-off. 

My schedule is flexible enough on those mornings that I don't have to rush straight to my office; I have enough time to take Layla back home, finish getting ready, and then leave for work.  

Layla loves to ride. 
If I get my keys, she's at the door.

This morning, after we dropped off Reagan, we headed home as usual, with Layla hanging her head out the window (just barely enough for her head of course).

A guy in a white, beat up old "kidnapper van" pulls up next to my car, rolls his window down, and says, "Ya got any puppies?"

Sure did.

First of all, no.  Hell no.  
Have you lost your mind? 
My dog does happen to be a purebred German Shepherd, but I had her spayed when she was 6 months old.  

Second of all, I know my dog is a beautiful dog: 

Exhibit 1: 

Exhibit 2: 


Have you lost your mind, Doofus??
You don't come sidling up next to a woman (or probably anyone for that matter) on the highway.

Third of all, my dog may be beautiful, but if she thought you were messing with me, she would bite your arse.
Again and again and again.
Sure would.
And, I would let her. 
You're not a very smart fella, are ya?

And, finally, in the almost non-existent possibility that I might possibly have puppies (I'm the Board of Directors President for the local animal shelter), I'm sure as heck not going to give/sell them to someone crazy goober in a beat-up kidnapper van in the middle of the highway.



Every day I try not to be surprised. 
Every day I am still surprised.

Monday, January 12, 2015

January 12, 2015 - Tired

The first day of the semester has come and gone...and I'm tired.

Tired I tell ya.

I'll be back tomorrow with more energy.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

January 9, 10, and 11, 2015 - Blurry Days

January 9, 2015

This happened:

That's my best pirate imitation.
Took a paw to the eye while tussling with my own fur-baby. 
Scratched my cornea nicely.
Did I mention that it hurt.
 A lot.

Jan. 10, 2015

This happened:

We spent all day at the shelter photographing dogs.  Now, I didn't do any photographing obviously...the pirate eye still wouldn't even allow me to walk in the sunshine.  
I just loved on dogs all day.  
Best day ever.

And, then, today, Jan. 11, 2015: 

Our Christmas holidays officially come to an end today.  
Whitney returned to MS State this afternoon, and JCJC begins classes tomorrow.  
And this is how I feel about that:

Not even lyin' y'all.