Dogs don’t understand basic concepts like moving

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Packing all of your belongings into a U-Haul and then transporting them across several states is nearly as stressful and futile as trying to run away from lava in swim fins.

I know this because my boyfriend Duncan and I moved from Montana to Oregon last month. But as harrowing as the move was for us, it was nothing compared to the confusion and insecurity our two dogs had to endure.

Our first dog is – to put it delicately – simple-minded. Our other dog is a neurotic German shepherd mix with agonizingly low self-esteem who has taken on the role of “helper dog” for our simple dog. Neither dog is well-equipped with coping mechanisms of any kind.

When we started packing, the helper dog knew immediately that something was going on. I could tell that she knew because she becomes extremely melodramatic when faced with even a trivial amount of uncertainty. She started following me everywhere, pausing every so often to flop to the ground in an exaggeratedly morose fashion – because maybe that would make me realize how selfish I was being by continuing to pack despite her obvious emotional discomfort.

And it gets better after this…

Buh bye, Irene.

Well, we’re here.

We went to our friend’s house last night for a hurricane party (basically a potluck dinner!)—something that’s a bit of a ritual, and which actually has been good luck for us as we don’t get hit with much of the expected weather. By the time we were leaving around 8pm, the storm had already been downgraded to a Cat 2 from a Cat 3, so that was good news.

If you hadn’t heard a hurricane was coming, you’d probably not even have noticed—there was just some light rain and a little bit of wind. By the time we went to bed around 11:30, we could hear it getting a bit busier, though some of that might just have been since we didn’t have the TV on anymore. 🙂

I woke up about 3am to go to the bathroom and it was definitely more fierce and I slept fitfully until 5:30 when the power went off (at which time Tom had to get up and turn off all the UPS backup units because they beep to let you know they’re using internal power—we had thought about turning them off before we went to bed, but we really didn’t think we’d lose power), and then I didn’t get much sleep until we got up at 8 (when we both woke up with a start with a huge blast of wind that shook the house).

Owen was a little cranky because he couldn’t understand why he couldn’t watch his shows or play with his puzzles (iPad), so we tried to explain that the big wind and big rain made things broken. He had his snack as normal and I tried to keep him occupied with his train set, some puzzles, and a few new toys. He told us when he was ready for breakfast and he had a normal breakfast (PB&J and yogurt!), played some more, and then went down for his nap at his usual time with no problem.

Tom wasn’t feeling well and had a major headache so he was already napping when I came in after putting Owen down. About 15 minutes later—after I had JUST fallen asleep—the power came back on (noon) and got us excited…except, of course, it woke us up from our naps because the house alarm was beeping an annoying “I’m ready again” beep and one of the UPS units upstairs was beeping. By the time we got them both fixed, the power was off again. I had just fallen asleep AGAIN when Tom’s cell got a text—which beeped twice because he didn’t look at it—and he was sleeping so didn’t even hear it (and hadn’t turned it off after the last beep which woke me up—GRR). So when the power came back on at 1pm, I had to go down and reset the alarm again…and my shot at napping was over since I had been awoken three times. Tom and Owen had no problems with their naps.

So for the rest of the afternoon we just kept our fingers crossed that we didn’t lose power again…and that the cable stayed intact (I was actually surprised it was up and running). We have a small tree blown over across the street and tons of leaves and small twigs around the yard but not anything I’d consider actual damage. The only thing somewhat “damaged” was when the screen came off our sliding screen door.

We did post this photo to Facebook about our damage… :p

Hurricane Irene Damage

We haven’t even really seemed to get that much rain—probably because it was coming down slow enough that the system could handle it (usually when we get a thunderstorm deluge, the drains back up and the streets start to flood—but we didn’t even see that). The rain and wind mostly tapered off before dinner.

A surprising thing? Maggie, our scaredy cat little dog who trembles at the mere thought of rain? She apparently can sense that there’s no thunder with this system and is pretty damn calm. She even went out twice to pee!

The best thing? Other than our house is still standing with no damage…we can return the $800 generator! WOOHOO!

I thought I killed Maggie.

She likes to go out, just not for long (obviously) when it’s this warm. So I put her out and went upstairs for maybe 15 minutes (it might have been a little longer, but it was definitely less than half an hour). I came back down to let her in and she was under the patio table (in the shade) but came to the door…except she was severely panting and stumbling around and OH MY GOD THE DOG HAS HEATSTROKE.

She got a drink and I immediately wet a towel and put it on her (damn NC water won’t even get remotely cool) and she kept trying to move but was wobbly and stumbling and OH MY GOD I’VE KILLED THE DOG.

So while I’m holding the cool towel on her, I debate calling the vet, but think I just need to get her cool so I Google on my phone and basically the wet towel is one step, and another is to get her under cool running water, so I carry her upstairs and put her in the tub, but of course it’s just lukewarm water—not cool at all—and she doesn’t like the tub, but oh well and she’s still panting and she still feels quite warm and all I can think of is HOW WILL I LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I KILLED OUR DOG. :'(

So I put a fan on and made her lay down in front of it while trying to get her to drink more (she didn’t). I kept following her around with the wet towel and after about 10 minutes she seemed to be doing okay (no panting, her skin wasn’t hot, she wasn’t stumbling anymore) and now she’s laying in her bed in the sun seemingly no worse for the wear.

Of course, I’m still freaked out that I damaged her irreparably, but logically I think she’ll be just fine.

And I learned my lesson—no going outside unless I am there to keep an eye on her. At least not until fall. :meh:

Moving dates–finally!

The packers will be here Monday, June 27. The movers will be here Tuesday, June 28.

The carpet cleaners will be here Tuesday evening. We hope to do the checkout with the landlords (so we can see exactly what they see and be here to fight anything they might come up with—we don’t trust them to do it without us) Tuesday night as well.

If all goes well, our two-car caravan will leave sometime on Wednesday the 29th after we get the U-Haul packed. (We are still waiting to see what my mom’s schedule is, as she wants to come down to North Carolina to help watch Owen while our stuff is delivered, we unpack, and paint some rooms in the house. She’ll get there one way or another, we’re just waiting on final details. So, we MAY leave on Thursday the 30th.)

Whenever we leave, we’ll end up in Jacksonville the following day. I would love to do the drive in one day, but it’s just not going to happen. It was a 14-hour day when I did it by myself, stopping for quick bathroom breaks and take-out food—stuff not possible traveling with a U-Haul, a toddler, a dog, and two cats. Unfortunately, that also means we get to deal with a toddler, a dog, and two cats in a hotel room.

WISH US LUCK!

A DOG’S TEN COMMANDMENTS

A friend sent this to me, and it makes me cry every time I read it. Yes, I’m a completely sentimental sap when it comes to animals…

  1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.
  2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
  3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.
  4. Don’t be angry with me for long and don’t lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment—but I have only you.
  5. Talk to me. Even if I don’t understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.
  6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.
  7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.
  8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I’m not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.
  9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.
  10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can’t bear to watch. Don’t make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.

Take a moment today to be thankful for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them. Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without our critters.

Now please pass this on to other pet owners. We do not have to wait for Heaven to be surrounded by hope, love, and joyfulness. It is here on earth and has four legs…

Yes, another haircut!

If you can believe it, Owen got ANOTHER haircut today! I’ve actually lost track of how many he’s had! And some of the kids in our mom’s group still haven’t had their hair cut!! Unfortunately, he still HATES the buzzing clippers and became VERY wiggly (even with Tom trying to hold him) and was crying (CRYING!) with big ol’ tears and a snotty nose. Good grief! When it was over, he settled down pretty quick, then had a blast next door at the resale shop playing while I looked around. You’d never guess that five minutes prior he was a snotty mess. Kids! 🙂

P.S. The scratch on Owen’s face is courtesy of Maggie. Tom was playing with Owen on the couch and Maggie got excited. Owen didn’t even make a peep when it happened… And I think this is the first scratch that’s happened, so we’ve set a decent record!

Facebook Status Updates

  • Jennifer Hudson has learned that Maggie can open the screen door to let herself in if you don’t do it in time.
  • Jennifer Hudson really wishes people would pick up after their kids at the park. This is not your personal trash can.
  • Jennifer Hudson Finally. After almost nine years I have a wedding album!
  • Jennifer Hudson hates when I FINALLY decide to buy something online because I can’t find it locally…then two days later I find it locally…on clearance.
  • Jennifer Hudson has cut the 750+ photos from this weekend down to 333 on the first run through.
  • Jennifer Hudson is exhausted. Owen decided not to sleep last night, and instead scream every time we put him down. I ended up in the rocking chair with him—he slept, I didn’t.
  • Jennifer Hudson just took 600+ pictures of Owen in his pool with his new garage-sale slide. Sooooo much fun!
  • Jennifer Hudson is having a hard time reconciling Mr. Noodle being the creepy serial killer on CSI.
  • Jennifer Hudson just saw this response to a news article: “It just babbles my mind.” I’m not sure whether to laugh or be dumbfounded at the stupidity.
  • Jennifer Hudson just heard a loud clunk from upstairs–which means the little man is up and tossed the wipes off the dresser.
  • Jennifer Hudson is bummed that 1) LOST is over and 2) they ended it like they did. But mostly #1.
  • Jennifer Hudson knows road work has to be done, but I hate living in the middle of it—our main intersection is predicted to be janked through November and our neighborhood until August. BOOOOOOOO!
  • Jennifer Hudson had the king-sized bed covered with three cat-puke-prevention towels while we were gone…and the damn cat managed to barf in the 1/2″ seam where there was no towel.
  • Jennifer Hudson needs another Margarita.
  • Jennifer Hudson had a dream about John Casey last night. IBIMB.
  • Jennifer Hudson has a crankopotamus for a kid today.
  • Jennifer Hudson just bruised her arm and almost threw out her back trying to open a >:XX window. I hate this house sometimes.
  • Jennifer Hudson is being driven absolutely insane by our exceedingly intermittent internet connection.
  • Jennifer Hudson thinks the toddler shoe aisle is the mist frustrating place. Nothing in the right place, single shoes everywhere, shoes in wrong boxes. I hate people who disrupt aisles like that.
  • Jennifer Hudson 1) Harleys should NOT be allowed to run before 7am. Hell, 6am. Thank you SO much, neighbor. At least I finally fell back to sleep. 2) Stepping in cat vomit is NOT a good way to start the morning, especially when you’re carring a kid. 3) M-O-N-S-T-E-R-C-L-U-B-HOUSE.

Lost dog!

Talk about utter terror and complete panic.

It was horrible—I had just started feeding Owen and wondered where Maggie was, then remembered I had let her out so I opened the door and called her and she wasn’t there. So I ran outside and the fence door was open (from when Owen and I were out walking Sunday)! I hadn’t even thought about it, since Maggie had been out multiple times since then with no issues.

So, realizing what happened, I freak out because she does not wear a collar (although she is chipped, but that doesn’t help much if someone finds her) and she’s probably been gone about 15 minutes. So I ran out the front door and yelled for her. I ran a few houses up the street (leaving Owen in the high chair) and when she didn’t appear, I knew I had to go on the hunt.

I had to rush to get Owen cleaned up, out of the high chair, into his hat/coat/mittens, find shoes for me (I skipped shoes for him), find Maggie’s harness and leash (which seemed to take forever), get Owen in the stroller…then call Tom to say COME HOME (he didn’t answer so I had to leave a message!). Ugh.

All I could think of was that it was my fault the door was open. 🙁

After a trip up and down the street yelling for her, it hit me that she was probably at the park—with lots of people, dogs, and squirrels. As soon as I got there I saw her about 50 yards away playing with another dog, and when she saw me, she came running. Owen saw her and started laughing.

As I was putting her harness and leash on, the guy came up to me with his dog and asked if she was mine, and I said yes, she got out of the fence. He told me that some other woman had called Animal Control because Maggie looked like “she had been out awhile and her eyes looked bad.”

🙄

She’d been out less than 20 minutes and her head was covered in dog slobber from playing with the guy’s huge slobbery dog.

But she’s home now.

Pet venting.

Sigh.

I love my animals, I really do. But there are days…

We have a barfer kitty, Miss Bella. I am sure some of you have read my Facebook updates about cleaning cat vomit. Repeatedly. (And I know some of you have experienced it first hand.)

It drives me INSANE.

She has done it ever since she became a cat (I don’t recall her doing it during kittenhood) and she has been to the vet, she has been put on multiple different foods, she has been been on food restriction (which was VERY hard considering we have two cats) and nothing seems to help. She just barfs. A lot. And it’s NEVER hairballs. Sometimes it’s right after she eats (the food is still in big pieces, completely undigested) and we joke we have a bulimic cat. Other times it’s just foam. Other times it’s digested.

Today it’s been twice, once off the couch (which got the couch and wood floor) and once on the exercise mat. Usually it’s the couch or the wall or our bed or something that’s a pain in the ass to clean. And it’s not like you can always put everything away on a shelf or whatnot, because she gets up there, too (i.e. she puked on a camera—let me tell you how fun THAT was to try and clean).

I love her, but after five years, IT’S GETTING OLD. And I can only imagine another—what?—10 years or so of this? Sigh. Sometimes I don’t think I can handle it…or WANT to deal with it. But how can I get rid of her? In the heat of the moment I can easily see it, but in reality there is no way I could do it.

So we trudge on.

Of course, the other cat gets hairballs (and pukes) and one or both of them poop outside the box (and sometimes pee—and we’ve tried a million different solutions, there, too)… and the dog even gets in on the action by barfing now and again (in our bed, just this weekend) and peeing because she doesn’t like to go outside in the winter.

Big sigh.

Sometimes I think life would be so much easier without the animals… but on the flip side I can’t imagine NOT having animals in my life. I just never remember having THIS many issues with animals growing up. OR hearing of people with these issues.

So I am left to wonder if we just have craptacular luck in choosing animals or if this kind of thing is more prominent and people just don’t talk about it?

This is not my day.

It started at 4:30am, when Tom’s alarm went off…which in and of itself is a necessity, I know. But he didn’t get up. EVEN THOUGH I SPECIFICALLY ASKED THE NIGHT BEFORE ABOUT IT AND OH, OF COURSE HE’S GETTING UP. 😐 So then of course he falls RIGHT back to sleep and I toss and turn, finally falling asleep until his second alarm went off about 5:15. Needless to say I was NOT happy. And he STILL didn’t get up and of course I had trouble falling asleep again. So just when I’m getting some sleep…*I* get a blocked call (had my phone on silent, but it still vibrates, which is enough to wake me up) at 6am.

>:XX

Then, after I put Owen down for his nap, I decided to get a bunch of stuff done around the house since I was feeling AMAZING (after a round of stomach flu this weekend) and was carrying laundry down from upstairs when I slipped and crashed on my ass. Luckily I didn’t hit my head or go down the entire staircase (or do any serious damage), but my butt, back, and wrists hurt immediately and I predicted in a few hours I wouldn’t be able to move (so I skipped the measly Advil and went straight to the prescription painkillers).

And just to round out my morning… I discovered that Maggie peed in the house. Again. I let her out this morning like I always do and tried to keep an eye on her (since she’s been peeing inside more often lately) and damn if she didn’t do it while I was in the shower. She just hates going outside in the cold/snow so if you don’t actually watch her outside I swear she fakes it…then pees in the house because you weren’t watching her at the exact moment she needed (wanted) to go outside. I think it might be time she goes back in her crate during the day.

GRRRR.

I know things could be worse (I could still have the flu, knock on wood, or god forbid Owen could have it, KNOCK ON WOOD) but this has not been a good day.