Once again I’m in Texas…

Hello fellow bloggers! Well, I am in Texas again, but this time it’s not for the Army, I’m here with my family for Spring Break. We seem to have made this our Spring Break Tradition….See, my mom likes to come here to go to the outlet stores….I like to come here to shop too, so do my dad and my brother. The only bad part about it, besides the Dallas traffic, is that I have to board all 3 of my pets. So, my pup, my cat, and my ferrett are all at the vet until Monday morning….I miss my babies terribly.  I would get my babies out of the kennel Sunday, but the vet is closed, so I have to wait until Monday morning….THAT SUCKS!  I miss them so much!

So far I have managed to spend money at Old Navy, JCPenney’s, some little kiosk for dog lovers, and a boot outlet….I didn’t buy that much today because we are going to a huge outlet mall tomorrow. I did get a really cute magnet that looks like My pup’s head, and some really cute cowgirl boots. The boots are called ProBaby’s, the are Ariat brand boots…..they are so comfy, I just love them! I got some shirts at Penney’s and some pants at Old Navy….

Anyway, I’m pretty happy with all of my purchases today…..Hopefully I’ll find some bargains tomorrow too! I guess that’s it for now…..Until next time, Happy Blogging!

Everything is a little bit better today…..

Well, I got my pup back from the vet today….he had to have 3 surgeries….poor baby. The doc ended up having tp put a titanium pin in my pup’s leg in order for the bones to be in the right place again. He has a cast on that is a kind of aqua/teal blue color with white surgical tape around it…..He looks pitiful, but at least his leg will be better in about 4-8 weeks. I take him back to the vet to have some x-rays done to see how the bones are healing in 2 weeks, then they will be better able to tell me how long he will have to have the pin in his leg and wear the cast. I just feel horrible that he has a broken leg….I give him 1/2 a pain pill every 8 – 12 hours as needed for pain, and I have an anti-inflammatory pill that I give him once a day, and I also give him 2 droppers full of antibiotics twice a day to ward off any infection that might try to sneak up on us. I feel just horrible that my baby is having to go through all of this. . .

I am not as upset with my boyfriend anymore….I realize that it was just an accident, but he could have done some things differently. My last post was written in a storm of anger. I apologize to my readers for that…..We are doing much better now that I have calmed down about everything and now that my baby is home with me. BUT – I meant what I said when I said that my dog will never be around any children ever until those children are mine and they are raised around my pup from the time they are babies. Like I was telling my mom earlier today: If a child has the word teen after their age, then they are too young to be around my pup….If a child hasn’t yet gotten to their teens, then they are definitely too young to be around my pup…..So, that means that you have to be at least 20 years old for me to let you be around my baby. No if’s and’s or but’s about it. I will not budge on this issue. The next time a child is accidentally around my dog, I will put my foot up someone’s ass. PERIOD, END OF SUBJECT.

Here is a picture of my precious puppy with his cast on…..He’s still the most adorable puppy in the world!

Well, I’ll keep ya’ll updated on everything…..Until next time Happy Blogging!

What happened last night crushed my heart and my dog’s leg…

Hello bloggers…..Well, last night I went with my boyfriend, his son, and my brother to a cookout at one of my bf’s friends houses. This friend has a labrador retriever and a little tiny dog that looks like a little rag/mop, so I thought it would be ok if I brought my dog along with me. Everything was going just fine, the kids were all playing with each other, the dogs were playing with each other, and the adults were having some beer while the food was on the grill. It was a great cookout. . . . .

So, I was looking at the dogs playing with a stuffed animal, and then all of the sudden the boys, who are 7 and maybe 4 started trying to get this toy out of both the lab’s and my dog’s ( a jack russell terrier that weighs 24-26 pounds) mouths…..I quickly told them to not try to get in the middle of two dogs fighting over a toy because the dogs wouldn’t know the difference in a dog arm and a little boy arm in the heat of their rough housing. Both of the boy’s daddy’s got onto them too telling them to leave the dogs alone and to not touch them or mess with them in any way and to go in another part of the yard to play.

Well, that worked for all of 5 damn minutes. Next thing I know, I turned my head for 2 minutes and my bf’s son fell on top of my dog, breaking his left front leg. I dropped my beer instantly, picked up my pup and ran to the truck to check everything out. Not knowing it was broken yet, I got my bf’s friend to come and look at it……well, it was broken, badly……no bones were sticking out but it was a bad break. I started crying, my brother took my dog and held him while I drove to town and dropped my pup off with my Mom for her to take him to the Emergency vet…….Over $300.00 later, she calls and tells me that yes my dogs leg is broken.

My bf apologized, told me that he loved me and I guess he thought that would make everything better. Telling me that you’re sorry for you son not listening to you and in turn him breaking MY BABY’S LEG, and then telling me that you love me will not fix the fact that my baby has a broken leg. “I know that you’re sorry, I know you feel like shit, I know that you love me, but right now I just don’t give a fuck! Sorry and I love you DON’T fix everything!” That’s what I told him. It may sound harsh, but frankly Scarlet, I just don’t give a damn. I also told him that NEVER AGAIN will my dog be around his son or any kid for that matter, unless they are my children and are raised from babies around my dog. He got pissed about that, but I told him I didn’t give a shit and that he could be mad abotu that all he wanted. He kept saying it was an accident and that his son loves my dog and blah blah blah….I know it was a fucking accident, I know his son loves my dog, I know all the rest of the shit he said, BUT I also know that his son doesn’t listen to him or me when we tell him not to rough house with the dog because someone could get hurt, (I always thougth it would be my dog that hurt my bf’s son by biting him or something…boy was I wrong!) his son doesn’t listen to damn near anything, and more importantly MY PUPPY cannot afford to get hurt because his son or another stupid kid won’t lkeave him the fuck alone, and I can’t afford more broken bones and surgeries like this one.

My parents are having to pay for this because I cannot afford it…..It will probably end up costing around $1,000.00 by the time it’s all said and done……I told my parents that I would make my bf pay for it since his son is the reason it happened, but they don’t want to make him pay for it because they think that will in some way obligate me to stay with him if I decide I don’t want to be with him anymore. I told them that I would make him pay for it and I WOULD NOT IN ANY WAY FEEL OBLIGATED TO DO ANYTHING because his son is at fault, not me!

So, today I have called my bf several tiumes to let him know what the vet said about my pup’s leg and how the surgery went and what all they had to do to get everything in the right place and such……He has been fucking fishing all damn day. He wants to come see me tonight. . . . I don’t know how long this relationship is going to work…..In order to be with me you have to understand certain things……here are a few of them:

1: I do not have any human babies yet, therefore my pets are my babies….fuck with them and I will do my damndest to fuck your world up.

2: My pets are not just a dog, just a cat, and just a ferret….If I ever hear those words come out of your mouth, we cannot be together because apparently you don’t understand how important my pets are to me, also meaning you don’t understand me.

3: When I’m pissed off don’t tell me that you are sorry, that you love me, that I’m beautiful or anything similar to those things and expect that I will just magically not be pissed anymore…..AND DON”T YOU DARE TRY TO HUG ME OR GET ME TO HUG YOU BECAUSE I”M LIABLE TO TAKE YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF! I am the type of person that needs to be able to be mad for a minute or two, or maybe a few days, so just let me be mad.

4: Do not try to rush me into getting over anything, I’ll get over it when I feel like it’s time to get over it, not a minute sooner.

5: When your son breaks my dogs leg, do not tell me that it was just an accident before you tell me that you’re sorry, do not act like everything is ok, and do not in any way act like you are the one that should be mad or upset. It is my baby that is hurting, not your child that doesn’t know how to listen and didn’t even get his ass whipped for costing me over $1,000.00 because he couldn’t fucking listen. Back the fuck off and write me a check for the cost of the fucking vet bill!

I just can’t seem to get over what happened last night to my baby and what didn’t happen to his son afterwards. He just made him sit on the fucking couch for 5 minutes, then he went outside and went back to playing like nothing ever happened. He acts like fishing all day today and telling me about the fish that he is catching is what he should be doing? I could give less tahn 2 shiots about how many fish, how big they are or anything like that. My baby has had 3 surgeries today! WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT SOME FUCKING FISH?!?!?! I am pissed at his son, and I am more pissed at him for not whipping his son’s ass when it happened. All he could say is that it was an accident. How about you and you gosh damn son tell me that you’re sorry before you say it was an accident. How about when I tell you that your son is never going to be around my dog again, you tell me that you understand instead of asking me why then trying to tell me that’s not how things should be? How about you realize that he is my dog, I make the fucking rules! WTF?!?!?!?! How about you just shut the fuck up and let me cool off before you ask anymore of me! SHIT!

I better get off here before I throw the computer out of the window….before I go, I’ll let everyone know that the vet had to put 2 titanium pins in my pups leg and now we risk him getting a frozen wrist joint because since the break was so low, the pins are right in the joint…..Please pray that my baby will be ok…..Thanks.

The ‘Rules of the South’ are as follows!!!

  1. Pull your droopy pants up.  You look like an idiot.

2. Turn your cap right, your head isn’t crooked.

3. Let’s get this straight; it’s called a “gravel road.”  I drive a pickup truck because I want to.  No matter how slow you drive, you’re going to get dust on your Lexus.  Drive it or get out of the way.

4. They are cattle.  That’s why they smell to you.  They smell like money to us.  Get over it.  Don’t like it?  I-40 goes east and west, I-65 goes north and south.  Pick one.

5. So you have a $60,000 car.  We’re impressed.  We have $250,000 cotton strippers that are driven only 3 weeks a year.

6. So every person= in the south waves.  It’s called being friendly.  Try to understand the concept.

7. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of doves are coming in, we WILL shoot it out of your hand.  You better hope you don’t have it up to your ear at the time.

8. Yeah, we eat catfish &; crawfish.  You really want sushi & caviar?  It’s available at the corner bait shop.

9. The “Opener” refers to the first day of deer season.  It’s a religious holiday held the closest Saturday to the first of November.

10. We open doors for women.  That is applied to all women, regardless of age.

11. No, there’s no “vegetarian special” on the menu.  Order steak.  Or you can order the Chef’s Salad and pick off the 2 pounds of ham & turkey.

12. When we fill out a table, there are three main dishes: meats, vegetables, and breads.  We use three spices: salt, pepper, and ketchup!  Oh, yeah…. We don’t care what you folks in Cincinnati call that stuff you eat… IT AIN’T REAL CHILI!!  Real chili never met a tomato!

13. You bring “coke” into my house, it better be brown, wet and served over ice.  You bring “Mary Jane” into my house, she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck, and have long hair.

14. College and High School Football is as important here as the Lakers and the Knicks, and a dang site more fun to watch.

15. Yeah, we have golf courses.  But don’t hit the water hazards — it spooks the fish.

16. Colleges?  We have them all over.  We have State Universities, Universities, and Vo-techs. They come outta there with an education plus a love for God and country, and they still wave at everybody when they come for the holidays.

17. We have more folks in the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines.  So don’t mess with us.  If you do, you will get whipped by the best.

18. The south is the greatest!!  If you are from the south you are part of the best people in the USA!!

The Most Functional English Word

HOPE THIS  MAKES YOU SMILE

THE MOST FUNCTIONAL ENGLISH WORD

Well, it's shit ... that's right, shit!
Shit may just be the most functional word in the English language.

Consider:
You can get shit-faced, Be shit-out-of-luck, Or have shit for
brains.

With a little effort, you can get your shit together, find a place
for our shit, or be asked to shit or get off the pot.

You can smoke shit, buy shit, sell shit, lose shit, find shit,
forget shit, and tell others to eat shit

Some people know their shit, while others can't tell the difference
between shit and shineola.

There are lucky shits, dumb shits, and crazy shits.  There is bull
shit, horse shit, and chicken shit.

You can throw shit, sling shit, catch shit, shoot the shit, or duck
when the shit hits the fan.

You can give a shit or serve shit on a shingle.

You can find yourself in deep shit or be happier than a pig in shit.

Some days are colder than shit, some days are hotter than shit,
and some days are just plain shitty.

Some music sounds like shit, things can look like shit, and there
are times when you feel like shit.

You can have too much shit, not enough shit, the right shit, the
wrong shit or a lot of weird shit.

You can carry shit, have a mountain of shit, or find yourself up
shit creek without a paddle.

Sometimes everything you touch turns to shit and other times you
fall in a bucket of shit and come out smelling like a rose.

When you stop to consider all the facts, it's the basic building
block of the English language.

And remember, once you know your shit, you don't need to know
anything else!!

You could pass this along, if you give a shit; or not do so if you
don't give a shit!

Well, Shit, it's time for me to go.  Just wanted you to know that
I do give a shit and hope you had a nice day, without a bunch of shit.
But, if you happened to catch a load of shit from some shit-head....
.......Well, Shit Happens!!!