Life decisions.

Today our choices are:

1. Get a dog

2. Fix my car.

3. Buy a new car.

4. Go to Vegas.

5. Quit my part time and start subbing or suck it up and continue working this measly shit job.

6. Have foot surgery.

Now let's break this down:

1. Get a dog. I am torn on this. I want a dog to keep me company when Bob is gone for work. A friend of mine in Little Rock, who I adopted a dog from previously, has another bundle of adorableness available. He's a sheepadoodle, gets along with cats, and will be massive when he's grown. I know this friend is being honest about the dog's temperament and we won't encounter a situation like Reesie again. Downside is that I'll have this dog alone when Bob is gone. I'll be it's sole provider. Am I ready for that? And if I am, how the balls do I actually obtain the dog? Fly to Little Rock and rent a car to drive him home? He sure as shit won't fit under the plane seat to fly his ass back here.

2/3. Fix my car or buy a new one. My car is dying a slow painful death. We're about to replace the power steering pump for the second time in a year and a half. And that's just one of it's issues. At what point do you stop putting money into an old car and just suck it up and buy a new one? Preferably when I have an actual full time, good paying job. Which means that is not now. With our financial situation and the deals we can get, now is not a BAD time to buy, it's just not perfect. And I wouldn't necessarily get exactly what I want (a Mom car). So I'd get another smallish sedan and hold out for a Mom car when I get impregnated. Someday.

4. Go to Vegas. I get free flights. My girlfriend, Elizabeth, gets free flights too. Another friend of hers called today and said, "Let's go to Vegas." So E calls me to tag along. Do I go? Or stay at home and save money for a new car/dog/whatever?

5. I have a hours guaranteed part time job. I can take off whenever I'd like. I get reimbursed for mileage. I barely get paid minimum wage and the person I work with/for drives me nuts. I am in the process of becoming a substitute teacher. In order to sub, I have to quit/take time off of current part time job. Do I rock the boat? What if I don't get as many hours subbing as I want/need to potentially pay for a dog and/or a new car?

6. Foot surgery. It's needed and my doctor says I need to have it now. Do I take time off work/push back subbing until fall/wait for summer to be cut on? Then it interferes with summer vacation plans. Bob's schedule is anything but easy to work with. We need to coordinate his time at home, plus time for another friend/family member to stay here with me when he does go back to work.

Gah. Balls. Shit. I hate being a grown up.

I has a sad.

So the past few days have been pretty horrible. Our sweet puppy dog will be going back to her foster mom on Thursday.

After some pretty serious conversations and a realistic look at the future, Bob and I decided that we are not the perfect family for Reesie. I'm completely in love with her, but her behavioral problems and hatred of cats will require intense training to make her a household dog. We are not equipped to handle that sort of training. She needs someone with more dog experience.

If you are interested in adopting Reesie, you can find her adoption listing here. She's a 10 month old Rottweiler/Pit Bull mix. She is potty trained, loves her toys, and plays well with grown up people and other dogs. Kids are questionable, and cats are an absolute definite no. She is not crate trained and has severe separation anxiety that drugs and collars do not help. She needs a very experienced dog owner who has the time and training knowledge to help her adjust to a new home. She is healthy on the inside, is current on her shots, is spayed, and microchipped.

If you can give Reesie a good home, please consider adopting her.

Cow Love.

I think I mentioned that she loves her cow...

 

Today, she also scared the ever living shit out of me. I took Bob to the airport, put Jack in his room and stuck Reesie in the back yard so I could shower in peace. We have lever handles on most of our doors, including the back door. So I was showering, in peace, when I thought I heard her collar. Getting closer. And closer. (Jaws music should have been playing in the background.) And then... she barreled into the bathroom. Full speed ahead. When 10 minutes earlier, she was firmly planted in the backyard. Bitch can open doors. Shiiiiiit!

And then, poor thing. Had such a bad day. She killed her crate while I was at work. Like slid out the bottom plastic tray and bent the METAL crate. Someone is having some separation anxiety apparently. Hopefully this, along with mutual hatred she and Jack feel for each other, will dissipate. Which her obedience class teacher says will happen. If it doesn't, Edie (the trainer) will be adopting someone. Either Jack or Reesie. Or me.

We still love her.

SJ Thursday: Puppy Dog Edition.

Introducing our newest family member... Reesie! Or Theresa Louise when she's in trouble. We picked her up last night and we've already learned a few things...

She and Jack hate each other.
We're in love with her.
She's in love with her cow.
She likes cat food. (Yes, I know it's bad. We thought she was eating her food, but no. Jack's food is now unreachable for Reesie.)
She walks well on a leash. Ish.
She LOVES other puppy dogs. Especially if they're on a leash too...

Reesie is around 10 months old and she's a Rottweiler/Mystery mix. We rescued her from SSRR, which does amazing work for Rottweiler puppy dogs. If you're interested in your very own Theresa Louise, please check out their website. 

Her Louisiana Tech blue and red tennis ball. Gotta represent!

Her cow.

Her bestest friend, Aspen. They haven't met yet, but Aspen's Mom and I plan to make this relationship work. Aspen wears the cone of shame to protect her fixin' stitches. She won't meet Reesie until she's all healed up. Reese likes to play. Hard.

And since this is SJ Thursday, here's the obligatory SJ pic. In the kennel. With her Nelly.