…but that’s not what we do here.
It was bad and it was all my fault. It makes me look and feel terrible. BUT this blog is about honesty with you and myself and the world so here we go.
Moved to San Diego (I keep meaning to write on that and other things keep happening). I am on the second floor and I love the place. Moved Marty in and stayed with him for a few days, then I had to go to work. For two day everything was great – then day 3. I left the windows open (screen closed – glass open), so that he would have fresh cool air. HUGE mistake. He tore open the screen (he could access it from on top of the couch) and JUMPED out the window. How do I know this? Thank god I got a pet camera. I saw him jump. I tried talking to him through the camera and stop him but he jumped. I ran out of a meeting with my Director and drove home as fast as I could. I was SO scared. I thought at best he’d have huge injuries and there was a good chance he was dead on the pavement. Suffice it to say I was not okay. But I just had to get to him and asses the situation. I pulled up and saw him walking around the courtyard. I was relieved to see him alive but was still certain he had injuries. I ran into the courtyard and assessed him. He was happy to see me and gave me the ‘Hey mom what’s up’ eyes. I looked all over him and squeezed (not hard, but firmly) all of his limbs and abdomen for signs of pain or injury. He showed no signs of pain and seemed completely normal. I thought to myself ‘thank god’ but didn’t really believe it. I scooped him up and we headed to the emergency vet. I wanted him thoroughly checked out for possibly internal injuries. Adrenaline could be hiding something crucial.
We arrived at the vet and had to wait four hours to be seen. That was okay by me because that meant he wasn’t in immediate danger by his initial exam by the tech. This was a tough four hours because I kept seeing emergency cases rushed in and animals in bad shape (as well as their owners). Marty and I tried to comfort the owners the best we could. One poor pup didn’t make it. His pet sitter was so upset and his family was on their way. It was not easy to watch, so kuddos to the people who work there and live it every day.
We get seen by the vet and he is examined and got an ultra sound for good measure and he is perfectly healthy. FREAKIN MIRACLE that I am so grateful for. Now, I cannot get the image of him jumping out a second story window out of my mind. It keeps replaying and I wanna cry every time. This was on me. It is my job to keep him safe and I failed. I FAILED BIG TIME. So now I need a new plan for him being in the apartment alone. I wont fail him again – who knows how many miracles I get in my lifetime? I need to do better. I love this dog so much, the thought of him being hurt makes me sick. Safety assessments in progress. I will keep you posted!
…while watching Kamala Harris accept the VP elect position.
I was excited when the Biden/Harris ticket won! I was at work when I got the news so I couldn’t fully focus on it. I had to run some errands after work but when I got home I turned on the news to watch the victory speech. After listening to Harris for about a minute I started to cry. I was so moved by seeing a woman become the Vice President. We are always told we can do anything as Americans, people, and women – but as we learned 4 years ago that isn’t really true…even if you are far ore qualified for a position. She said ‘I am the first woman in this position but I wont be the last’ and i just lost it. Seeing that strong woman in a leadership position just got me. I thought I might not ever see it. I thought of all the women who fought so hard and still fight so hard to pave that path. It is AMAZING and she is amazing.
Biden then addressed the nation with a wonderful speech about unity and working for the country – not just those who voted for him. That’s a leader.
Of course Marty and I are excited about the first rescue dog being in the White House too!
The work is just starting though – so much to do. Lets get started!
…is this weird? …will it be perceived at weird?
I really like to give people little surprises. That can be doing something nice or sending a little something. I often think to myself ‘Oh I will do this!’ and I get excited and right before I hit send or pull the trigger on whatever I stop and think “what if this is weird?’ then I usually don’t end up doing something nice for someone else because I don’t want to be seen as weird or socially awkward – AND THAT’S JUST STUPID. Doing nice things for people makes me happy and helps me set my own p(e)ace so who cares if they are weird?! Who doesn’t like to get a nice surprise? If they think it’s weird well that’s on them because it was done or sent with love and good intentions. So, the next time I go to stop myself from doing something nice for other people because it might be perceived as ‘weird’ I am just gonna do it anyway.
Speaking of people thinking I am weird…I made my dog Marty and instagram account to brag about how awesome he is and promote adopt don’t shop. Feel free to follow it @marties_parties
What is so wrong with weird anyway? At least I am not boring.
… a dog!
I have been having serious pangs to adopt a dog or a cat lately. I have always had an animal around from the day I was born. I have been a month without one and I can’t take it. I need a little critter to snuggle and love. There has been a bit of a whole since my roommates pup moved out.
Funny the role our animals (aka fur babies) play in our lives. They are always there – no matter what. There is something hugely comforting in that.
I have been looking at rescue sites. Mind you I can’t really afford it if something goes wrong with this animal which is why I haven’t adopted one. Stupid money!
This time is a little different in my want for a dog though. Part of my huge want for a dog is to adopt one with my dude and take it on walks together, hang out and watch tv together, go to the dog park together. I’ve never had that additive in this want and I am still working it out in my brain. What if we broke up then one of us would never see the dog again?! It’s tricky…
Who knows what will come of my will to adopt a pup? I know this wasn’t my deepest post but it’s what is on my brain at the moment!