Tag - Puppy

Forget Diamonds – Dogs are a Girl’s Best Friend

Why is it that dogs are man’s best friend, but diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Foolishness. I don’t want a diamond at all!

Day 4 of the A to Z challenge is, of course, about dogs! (Click here for the full list of topics)

Before I was born, my parents got a puppy that they named Woosha. He was a little white fluff ball and I grew up with him. I don’t remember much about him as a youngster, but I do remember quite a lot about him once he was an elderly dog. He loved to chase bugs and eat them. What a freak! He was a great dog, even when he was grumpy. When he was in his last years, Woosha’s ears and eyes were failing him. He had difficulty getting around and would pee in the house all the time. I remember when my mom decided to put Woosha down. I think my dad was at sea (he was in the Navy) and my mom went to the vet alone and came back with Woosha wrapped in a towel. It was extremely upsetting and it took us all a while to move on and get another dog.

We briefly had a dog named Rebel, but he was a big dog and my family quickly realized that we were/are not big dog people. After about a week we gave Rebel back to his old family. It was sad to see him go.

After our short time with Rebel, we got another white poof ball that my mom named Mocha. She is amazingly smart and super playful. Whenever we kick the soccer ball around, she is right there wanting to play. Even now that she is old and has a limp, she still wants to chase after the ball and push it around. One of the hardest things about not living with my parents anymore is that I don’t see Mocha everyday. She is amazing. I have so many memories with her and I plan to make so many more.

Mocha and Sam

A while after we got Mocha, my grandma came to live with us and she brought with her a pomeranian named Sam. Sam is a little prince. Or maybe king. He can be a huge grump but then other times he is a playful, prancing goofball. When my grandma moved out into a home, Sam stayed at my parents. He gets so excited when my grandma comes over to visit. It’s the cutest thing ever!

Isla

Last summer, my husband and I finally decided it was time to get a dog. We started searching around and found a breeder a couple hours away and decided to go check out the little pups they had. We ended up adopting Isla right then and there. We couldn’t take her home for another week though (longest week of my life!) until she had had her first shots and had been with her mother long enough. Isla is the cutest little pup ever. She is half Chihuahua and half Miniature Australian Sheppard. She has helped Matt and I greatly. She helped me feel more motivated to get up in the morning and to get through depression and she has helped Matt get off of anxiety medication.

Dogs are amazing creatures, and they are definitely a girl’s best friend!

Arguments and Resolutions

Explosion

I contemplated writing this post and then talked myself out of it, then back in to it, and then out of it once again. So I’ve just decided to write it and then I will decide whether to post it or not after the fact.

Today I had another argument with my husband. Now, let me state for the record that he is usually very supportive and, not only that, but excited about my writing and my dream of making a career out of writing novels. But today it all became too much. And this isn’t the first time this has happened. Many times over the past 10 months, since I quit my job and dropped out of school to focus on my writing, we have had this conversation; this argument. I’m sure some other writers experience this as well.

The fact is, when I started this full-time writing journey, we decided that it wouldn’t really be full-time. It would be my responsibility to keep the house clean and usable, and to put dinner on the table (or TV tray :P). That would be my priority since my husband would be the only one working (and by working, I mean bringing in the dough). I think this is fair. We can’t really afford for me to not be working (for money), so this is a good compromise for me to have the opportunity that I have. We also got a puppy in July, so she takes up quite a bit of my time as well.

Now, my writing is going well. I may have nothing really to show for it yet, but I feel like I am working toward my goal, and my husband agrees. I have about seven started manuscripts but I have yet to finish a first draft. I have tried editing as I go and I have tried locking away my inner-editor. I have tried project hopping and I have tried focusing on one thing at a time. I have discovered a lot about myself as a writer — about how and when I write best and about what motivates me and what does the opposite. But in the end, I have nothing to show for it. I have nothing published. I don’t even have a first draft completed. And I can’t even keep up on the chores.

I go in spurts. The apartment will be clean and up kept for, let’s say, a month, and then it will fall apart and become a disaster and I’ll become depressed and unmotivated and I mentally won’t be able to clean and I’ll fall behind on my writing and my husband will be irritated that I am not holding up my end of the bargain. (Holy run on sentence Batman!) But then I will slowly pick myself back up and get this place cleaned up and get back into my writing and my mood will improve and my husband’s mood will improve and we will have another month of good times.

The last couple of weeks haven’t been good. The kitchen counters are stacked with dirty dishes, the floors need to be vacuumed, every surface is cluttered, and the bathrooms need a good scrub. I haven’t written much for the past week. And to top it all off, my arm has been hurting like hell and I’ve had to start popping Ibuprofen and wearing a wrist brace.

Today, it all blew up.

I was doing the dishes and my husband was starting to make lunch when he made an irritated remark about the state of the kitchen. I retorted with the fact that I was doing the best I can… And well, it escalated from there. Next thing I knew, it was 6pm and we had argued most of the day away.

In the end, nothing is really going to change. I’ll keep trying and he’ll keep working and we will make it work. But I think that we both feel better now that we have let out the truth of how each of us have felt over the past 10 months. It may not have changed anything physically, but mentally today has made a world of difference.

Now, I am going to let this Ibuprofen kick in and then I’m going to get in the kitchen and scrub some pots and pans. And once that’s over with, maybe I’ll actually finish one of those first drafts. 😛

 

***UPDATE***

My husband wrote a blog post a couple days ago that touches on this subject and broadens the scope of what we have been dealing with this past year of writing mayhem. Please check it out!

I Got a Puppy! And Failed Camp NaNoWriMo…

Isla

This is my cute new puppy, Isla! She is a Mini Aussie/Chihuahua cross. Isn’t she the cutest? She is. Buuuut, she is also a tiny devil. A tiny devil that takes up a lot of my time at the moment and caused me to fail Camp NaNoWriMo. But, that is okay because I have a puppy! Did I mention she is cute? Because she is!

On July 17th, my husband and I drove for an hour and a half to choose out a puppy. At first it was a hard choice. They were all so cute! But then I held Isla and instantly fell in love. We had to wait until the 22nd to pick her up as she needed more time with her mommy and to have her first vet appointment and her first shots. It was a hard wait. We just wanted her right away! But it was also good because then we had time to puppy-proof our apartment!

Once we picked her up, she was scared. The car ride home was a long one for her but she eventually fell asleep in my arms. The first few days were full of whining, but once she got used to us and her new surroundings (and the lack of her brothers and sister and mom), she perked right up and became the little psycho she is now. Seriously, she is a psycho! Just watch this video… (I have a few videos of her on my YouTube channel and I will be posting more!)

I was expecting that I was going to be busy with a new puppy, but I was not expecting the effect it would have on my writing. As in, I barely got any writing done at all! I lowered my Camp NaNoWriMo goal 3 times since we got her and I still failed. To fix this issue, my husband went to the pet store last night and bought a puppy pen. Now I can put her in there, with her toys and bed and pee pad, and get some writing done! And chores, of course. But, alas, it came too late for me to finish NaNo and I have failed yet again!

Anyway, it is me and my husband’s 2nd wedding anniversary today (7 years together total!) and I have some stuff to get done before he gets home from work, so I will leave you with another cute puppy picture…

Isla on the Couch

Do you have pets? If so, pleeeease link to pictures or videos in the comments! I would love to see them 🙂

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