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End of My Rope

I regret this morning. I regret not catching Clara soon enough. I regret dumping water on my dogs. I regret causing them any discomfort.

I regret ever bringing Nia into this house.

Back in December, Nia decided that she hates Clara. I hoped that it would go away with time, but it hasn’t. Things have escalated to the point that Clara no longer is defensive; she’s offensive; attacking Nia before Nia has a chance to attack her. Most of the time it is nothing serious, but sometimes it is.

This morning wasn’t serious, but it made me wonder. Will I ever have the peaceful house that I used to? Does the fact that I’m no longer on my depression/bipolar medicine have any bearing on my dogs’ behavior? Does Nia have a neurological issue which accounts for her constant pacing?

When Nia came to live with me, I realized that she had a bunch of restless energy. She was possessive of toys (something I’ve since worked with her on), she peed whenever someone wanted to pet her (yet another thing I’ve worked with her on), and she paces, never settling down; never relaxing.

She feels the need to keep moving. She doesn’t like being in laps. Human beings are just creatures that make her life easier. They throw the ball and feed her, but other than that Nia has no use for people. She constantly chews; toys stand no chance against her and if she can’t destroy a toy, she won’t have anything to do with it. She also doesn’t like if anyone else has a toy. She’ll gather all of the toys in one spot and lay on them, keeping everyone away from the toys.

As I write this, I’m beginning to wonder if Nia suffers from OCD. That might explain some of her behavior. That might even explain all of her behavior, except why she doesn’t like Clara, unless Clara did something to Nia.

Sigh.

I don’t want to get rid of Nia. I’m her third home. I know why her second home had to get rid of her, but I’m beginning to wonder if her behavior is why Nia was rehomed the first time. I don’t want to give up on Nia, but I have to ask myself, where do I draw the line? This morning’s fight didn’t even result in anything bad. It was actually more noise than anything else.

New action plan(s). 1) Determine if Nia has OCD or not. If she doesn’t, then we’ll go from there. If she does, determine what needs to be done. 2) Instead of keeping the girls in a rotation (Nia inside, Clara outside and reverse) put them in crates and keep them with me rewarding them when they’re quiet and being nice to each other. 3) Now that the weather is getting warmer, start taking them for walks/runs together. Preferably runs because that would keep them from fighting. 4) Resume Mommy-Puppy time where each dog gets undivided attention from me for about fifteen or twenty minutes.

Let’s see…this is the middle of February, I’ll give this until April 1 to see if there are any positive results. Who knows, maybe it was just a weather related thing and now that we’re having 60, 70, and 80 degree weather things might mellow out on their own. Wish me luck.

Oh, and if you have any suggestions, please let me know. I need all the help I can get. Also, if you’ve had this problem before, tell me about it.

Until next time please lay down…you’re making me nervous.

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Wolves-in-Law

The first animal that comes to mind that mates for life is the wolf. I know there are several other animals, but I prefer wolves over many other animals, so we’re going to run with wolves, not literally, but that sure would be fun.

The natural wolf pack (not to be confused with zoo packs that consist of many unrelated animals…or at least humans used to put unrelated animals together) are basically like the average family–mom, dad, older brothers and sisters, and the babies. The older siblings hang around for awhile to care for their younger siblings and eventually go off on their own. They usually find their own mates and start families of their own. In their world, there’s no concept of in-laws.

Yeah, I’m sure you can see where this is going. I generally don’t mind my in-laws, but today their nosiness and critical remarks hit a nerve that has never been hit before, but will remain hurting for quite some time. My husband and I are trying to buy a house. We found one that we liked. Today was the inspection and he invited them to come see the house. At first they said that they were going to be out of town, but they called Justin on our way to the house to tell us that they’re coming to the house. Needless to say I was angry.

Now I have to stop my narrative to explain myself. By the time this week is over, I will have put out almost $1,300 for inspections, the appraisal, earnest money, etc. Though most of this will be given back to me at the end of the month, that still doesn’t make me any happier that money is going out of my account. I’ve also been working until midnight at work, not to mention driving over half an hour after midnight to get home. So my nerves are already shot.

Their arrival was the last straw. I didn’t even go greet them. And as I had expected, they started in on nitpicking everything about the house. I didn’t bother hiding my agitation. I spoke very little to them, and used as many excuses as I could to get away from them and their negative energy. Too late.

I think my mother-in-law tried to make amends, but she then added that we needed to find another house and even suggested another house; a house that I had already ruled out because it was in a flood zone and the house had already had to be fixed due to flooding.

Anyway, due to all of that I’m just a tad cranky right now. Sometimes I wish that I was a lone wolf (figuratively and at times literally). I could go where I wanted and didn’t have to worry about any type of baggage. At the very least, be an actual wolf so I don’t have to deal with in-laws who criticize the den site.

On a positive note, Haley is on a different food and she seems to be doing well on it. Fingers crossed that she’ll stay healthy and happy.

Until next time, howl at the moon, howl at the sirens, howl with your pack, howl by yourself, it’s better to release that howl than keep it all bottled up.


I Know My Body

Note: This blog entry may be TMI for some people. Just warning you ahead of time.

 

Last month I had some female problems consisting of my body losing too much blood over a 30 day period. Between my fiance’s roommate issues and me moving into his house, I was under a lot of stress and we all know that our bodies react strangely during long stretches of stress.

Anyway, I finally called the doctor (it takes a lot for me to call the [medical] doctor for reasons that will be mentioned later) and got an appointment and due to the fact that I rescheduled my dentist (one of the two types of doctors I like) appointment, I forgot when my doctor’s appointment was. It was a good thing too because the lady who scheduled my appointment didn’t put me in the system and when I called to confirm I was told that I wasn’t even scheduled. So I “rescheduled” for the exact same time that I think my original appointment was.

Long story short, I went to the doctor today and let’s just say he wasn’t much help. Without asking me detailed questions, he concluded that I had a miscarriage, despite the fact that there was a very slim possibility that I could have even conceived. However, when doctors hear the words “sexually active” they come to their own conclusions even though their patients know their own bodies much better than the doctor does.

So after waiting in the waiting room for about an hour and only spending ten minutes (if that long) with the doctor, I left the doctor’s office with more questions than I had gone in with. Mother and I came to the conclusion that I should have gone to a gynecologist rather than a family doctor. Well I’ve learned my lesson. Go to a specialist if one has a special problem.

After doing my own research, I think I have endometriosis. That would explain all of the female problems that I’ve been having. If only my doctor had asked a few more questions, rather than cutting me off in mid sentence, then he might have changed his “diagnosis.” I understand that doctors have several patients, but I still feel that doctors should give each patient equal amount of time even if the patient seems “fine.” I know, only in a perfect world.

Veterinarians are the only other type of doctor that I like. They have more of a tendency to listen to the animal’s owner simply because the animals owner knows the animal best. There have been a few times that the vet gives me that “I got the degree, so I know what I’m talking about” look, but I acquiesce because in those situations I have to take the vet’s word for it.

So…yeah, that’s my TMI post. I’ll try not to write too many of those. I guess I’m just frustrated and needed to get it out.

So…until next time, stay in good health my friends.