Ah, what a weekend...
May. 8th, 2005 08:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_saraiSo.... things are certainly nothing if not eventful.
Theanna, happy Graduation!! I'm so proud of you, my highly honored college grad! :D I love you so and can't wait to see you!!! Meanwhile, it sucks that it rained so much yesterday. Too bad it couldn't be gorgeous weather on your graduation, but at least you didn't roast or get a wicked sunburn, right? :P
On another note, we went to get the dog yesterday. She was *beautiful.* A border collie/Australian shepard mix that looked border collie with an Aussie's no-tail and size. She was much bigger than we thought she'd be. And a lot of what had been told to us wasn't so true... Not the owner's fault, but somewhere down the grape-vine things got twisted around. She hadn't been to the vets since she was a puppy, she was 2, she had lyme disease and he *thought* it had gone away but hadn't taken her back to the vet yet... She likes to chase cats and she's used to being outside all the time. Plus, *wicked* energetic. Which we figured, seeing as how she is a herding dog.
But so we get her in the car, and Mom could hardly push her in. She's a big dog, and she kind of showed her teeth. Mom sort of freaked. I sort of was doubting our decision too, thinking of our kitty...
So we stop at the rest stop before the turnpike and talk for over a good hour, and finally decide (or Ryan finally gives in and agrees) that the best thing for all of us is to take her back before we get too attached and make the wrong decision.
See, you have to be very careful to pick the right dog, and we don't think this dog is right for us. It was SO hard to decide that, and SO hard to turn around.
But then the dog and the man reunited and oh, that was a nice sight. He didn't really want to let her go anyway, and he had been crying and she was SO excited to see him. We felt better, and most importantly, my brother felt better. He's the one Mom was worried would react badly and hate her forever. But he said that he felt like he'd done a good thing, so we all felt good--if sad--about the decision.
It's a bittersweet kinda deal. We wanted the dog and she was beautiful... but it wouldn't have worked in the long run.
Then, Friday night, Steph called me to say that Mozart had an attack. Her mom found him crying, and breathing really hard, lying on his side. She flipped but by the time Steph came, he was playing again. So they decided they want to give us Mo's brother, Chip, too. Chip is a tabby cat, and very cute. He's not a munchkin, but a regular cat. They're afraid Mo won't live very long, and we've gotten very excited about getting a pet by now.
So, on Friday night, we thought we'd have a dog and two cats in the house soon. It was very exciting. Mom called Steph's Mom, who invited us to dinner Thursday night when we can pick up the kitties.
But then today, her mom called my mom and Steph talked to me. Mozart had another attack last night about midnight, and they're horrible to witness and hear, I guess. I don't doubt it, poor guy, you can't do anything for him, either. He didn't bounce back as well from this one, either, I guess. He's been lethargic and quiet and not himself. It's also not normal to have episodes that close together, I guess.
So, Rose is taking them to the vet tomorrow, and she's afraid she'll have to have Mozart put to sleep then. So we might only get Chip. We're very attached to Mozart, but we know that what is best for him is what's important. If he is suffering, and won't live a full and happy life (for however long it is), that's not fair to him.
So, we find out tomorrow. We feel bad for Steph's mom, who has to take them and make that decision tomorrow. I'm not sure what I want to happen. She said that she's got another litter on the way, and if we still want a munchkin cat, she'll sell one to us for half-price, but that's not even the issue. I don't want Mozart to be put to sleep, but I don't want to have to make that decision myself, either. I also don't want to transfer any negative feelings to Chip, because that wouldn't be fair to him.
In any case, we getting *a* kitten, and *maybe* two on Thursday. We bought a cat carrier today. I don't know. It might be nice for the decision to be taken out of our hands, but at the same time... we'd like to at least meet him... ::sigh::
It's a tough thing. Things haven't *exactly* gone as planned or foreseen. But we *are* getting a kitten, which will be good.
Also, family members? Not so supporting and we can't figure it out. My grandmother said something like "Oh, I was afraid something like this would happen. I was afraid you'd get another pet."
It's been over a YEAR and we're young. Come on. What was that?
My aunt was happy about the kitten, afraid of how the dog and cat would interact. As it turns out, not so much a problem.
But, eh. A little "oh good!" would not have hurt.
But here is a picture or two of Chip:
And one of Chip and Mozart:
::sigh:: We shall see.
Went to The Best of Broadway for Mother's Day with my brother, mom and grandmother last night. VERY fun. I loved it. I cried. Damn emotional songs... And damn "thank you" message from the Barbara Bush Children's Hospital. (Proceeds went there.) Sick kids... man, that was wrenching.
But Mom and my grandmother had fun, and that was the point. It was nice.
(They sang "For Good" from Wicked!! I was so happy... and yes, I cried like a baby. Especially since it turns out the women who sang it are best friends in real life. Man.)
It's been an interesting weekend... and now I have to pack and move out on Tuesday... oh boy, the joy.
Theanna, happy Graduation!! I'm so proud of you, my highly honored college grad! :D I love you so and can't wait to see you!!! Meanwhile, it sucks that it rained so much yesterday. Too bad it couldn't be gorgeous weather on your graduation, but at least you didn't roast or get a wicked sunburn, right? :P
On another note, we went to get the dog yesterday. She was *beautiful.* A border collie/Australian shepard mix that looked border collie with an Aussie's no-tail and size. She was much bigger than we thought she'd be. And a lot of what had been told to us wasn't so true... Not the owner's fault, but somewhere down the grape-vine things got twisted around. She hadn't been to the vets since she was a puppy, she was 2, she had lyme disease and he *thought* it had gone away but hadn't taken her back to the vet yet... She likes to chase cats and she's used to being outside all the time. Plus, *wicked* energetic. Which we figured, seeing as how she is a herding dog.
But so we get her in the car, and Mom could hardly push her in. She's a big dog, and she kind of showed her teeth. Mom sort of freaked. I sort of was doubting our decision too, thinking of our kitty...
So we stop at the rest stop before the turnpike and talk for over a good hour, and finally decide (or Ryan finally gives in and agrees) that the best thing for all of us is to take her back before we get too attached and make the wrong decision.
See, you have to be very careful to pick the right dog, and we don't think this dog is right for us. It was SO hard to decide that, and SO hard to turn around.
But then the dog and the man reunited and oh, that was a nice sight. He didn't really want to let her go anyway, and he had been crying and she was SO excited to see him. We felt better, and most importantly, my brother felt better. He's the one Mom was worried would react badly and hate her forever. But he said that he felt like he'd done a good thing, so we all felt good--if sad--about the decision.
It's a bittersweet kinda deal. We wanted the dog and she was beautiful... but it wouldn't have worked in the long run.
Then, Friday night, Steph called me to say that Mozart had an attack. Her mom found him crying, and breathing really hard, lying on his side. She flipped but by the time Steph came, he was playing again. So they decided they want to give us Mo's brother, Chip, too. Chip is a tabby cat, and very cute. He's not a munchkin, but a regular cat. They're afraid Mo won't live very long, and we've gotten very excited about getting a pet by now.
So, on Friday night, we thought we'd have a dog and two cats in the house soon. It was very exciting. Mom called Steph's Mom, who invited us to dinner Thursday night when we can pick up the kitties.
But then today, her mom called my mom and Steph talked to me. Mozart had another attack last night about midnight, and they're horrible to witness and hear, I guess. I don't doubt it, poor guy, you can't do anything for him, either. He didn't bounce back as well from this one, either, I guess. He's been lethargic and quiet and not himself. It's also not normal to have episodes that close together, I guess.
So, Rose is taking them to the vet tomorrow, and she's afraid she'll have to have Mozart put to sleep then. So we might only get Chip. We're very attached to Mozart, but we know that what is best for him is what's important. If he is suffering, and won't live a full and happy life (for however long it is), that's not fair to him.
So, we find out tomorrow. We feel bad for Steph's mom, who has to take them and make that decision tomorrow. I'm not sure what I want to happen. She said that she's got another litter on the way, and if we still want a munchkin cat, she'll sell one to us for half-price, but that's not even the issue. I don't want Mozart to be put to sleep, but I don't want to have to make that decision myself, either. I also don't want to transfer any negative feelings to Chip, because that wouldn't be fair to him.
In any case, we getting *a* kitten, and *maybe* two on Thursday. We bought a cat carrier today. I don't know. It might be nice for the decision to be taken out of our hands, but at the same time... we'd like to at least meet him... ::sigh::
It's a tough thing. Things haven't *exactly* gone as planned or foreseen. But we *are* getting a kitten, which will be good.
Also, family members? Not so supporting and we can't figure it out. My grandmother said something like "Oh, I was afraid something like this would happen. I was afraid you'd get another pet."
It's been over a YEAR and we're young. Come on. What was that?
My aunt was happy about the kitten, afraid of how the dog and cat would interact. As it turns out, not so much a problem.
But, eh. A little "oh good!" would not have hurt.
But here is a picture or two of Chip:
And one of Chip and Mozart:
::sigh:: We shall see.
Went to The Best of Broadway for Mother's Day with my brother, mom and grandmother last night. VERY fun. I loved it. I cried. Damn emotional songs... And damn "thank you" message from the Barbara Bush Children's Hospital. (Proceeds went there.) Sick kids... man, that was wrenching.
But Mom and my grandmother had fun, and that was the point. It was nice.
(They sang "For Good" from Wicked!! I was so happy... and yes, I cried like a baby. Especially since it turns out the women who sang it are best friends in real life. Man.)
It's been an interesting weekend... and now I have to pack and move out on Tuesday... oh boy, the joy.
