Potter’s Great Adventure

Growing up I had two poodles, first the mother and then one of her puppies. They were kind of my dogs, but mostly belonged to my whole family. They both lived long lives and passed away before I graduated college. When I graduated, I moved back home for about a year and then decided to move into an apartment with a boyfriend. A few years later, I bought my own townhouse and at the age of 25 lived alone for the very first time in my life.

After going from my parent’s house with my three younger siblings, to a college dorm, to a shared apartment – my townhouse was so quiet that I didn’t know what to do with myself. Not to mention, after years of cleaning up after other people, I was totally confused when my house stayed neat all day long.

After about four months of living alone, I gave myself the best Christmas present in the world, Potter. At 11 weeks old, he weighed only four pounds and fit into one of my hands like a little fluffy guinea pig. I used to stick him inside my winter coat (with his head stuck out of my chest like a furry alien) whenever I went to visit my friends and family.

I loved him at first sight and he drove me crazy for about 2 years straight with his chewing (he ruined a kitchen table and four chairs, shoes, a baby gate, and so much more), his yappy barking, and the fact that he would leave little poop presents in the house *right after* I took him out for a walk.

He finally outgrew his terrible puppy stage and became a really awesome dog. Potter loves to perch himself on top of the couch and nap, get all crazy in my bed to pull the covers down and then snuggle himself in for awhile, and gnaw the crap out of a bone with a fierce look in his eyes. When I was dating, he’d make his feelings known about my boyfriend choices and picked Travis as his new dad the day he met him.

When I’m having a crappy day, the best thing is the world is when I get to snuggle up with my boys.

I woke up yesterday morning to the sound of Potter vomiting on the floor of my bedroom. I threw myself out of bed to get him on the bathroom floor, which is so much easier to clean up, but of course he was finished by that point. As I went through the house, it was like a horror movie. Potter had been sick (in one way or another) in every room of the house, probably about 15 times. And all in the hour between when my husband left for work and I awoke.

When I took him to the vet, they examined him and took a bunch of samples. It seemed like he was feeling better, until he decided to leave a little present on the exam room floor. At that moment, the vet determined that he was severely dehydrated and was deteriorating quickly. He recommended that he go to the animal hospital so that they could hook him up to an IV as soon as possible.

While waiting for them to finish with the blood tests and finalize the paperwork for us to go to the animal hospital, the tears started. Potter’s isn’t even 8 years old yet and I can’t imagine losing him yet. I called my husband at work and he was able to leave early to go with us to the animal hospital.

While Travis drove, I sat with Potter on my lap tried to keep from freaking out. As if I needed yet another reason to love my husband, when I mentioned that the cost of the animal hospital was most likely going to be very high, he said that it didn’t matter and we’d spend as much as it takes.

Once we arrived at the animal hospital, the vet on call examined Potter again and agreed that they should start him on an IV and keep him overnight. She said that it was possible that he might be much better by the next day, but if he wasn’t they would do x-rays and also check his pancreas.

When she took Potter away, I tried as hard as I could to keep from crying. I just couldn’t shake the thought that I might not ever see my dog alive again.

Of course, the harder you try not to cry, the more you end up sobbing. After we completed all the necessary paperwork, they let us visit Potter before we left. When we went back to see him, the sounds of all of the other dog’s whining and the look on my dog’s face as we had to leave just about broke my heart.

My husband had to work last night, so I sat at home in my quiet house and tried to hope for the best. Needless to say, there was a lot of tossing and turning involved.

I am so thrilled to say that this story has a happy ending. We received a call from the hospital vet this morning saying that we could pick Potter up this afternoon. After 24 hours on an IV, he was doing so much better. They don’t really know what was wrong with him, but apparently some dogs just end up getting a really bad stomach bug for no reason.

Potter coming home from the animal hospital.

He has to take an antibiotic for the next few days, and also has a special diet to follow. Ironically, I spent more time tonight making Potter’s special meal then I did on my own food for the past few days.

Potter is super happy to be home, but I think he’s getting kind of sick of me randomly grabbing him to pet him. I don’t care though, I’m so happy that I get more time with my furry little son that I’m going to snuggle the crap out of him until he finds a better hiding place!

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Visiting Vegas

Since I had a trip to Vegas planned, I knew that I’d be completing one of the tasks on my “Project Me” list pretty quickly. I’ve been to both Reno and Atlantic City a few times, but have never been to that brightly lit gambling mecca known as Vegas, baby!

It was an annual employee reward trip through work, but there was only one group event that we had to attend. The rest of the time we were free to roam wild and experience Vegas on our own. I brought my husband with me, so we explored together.

Instead of giving you a boring play-by-play of everything we did during the four days we were there, I’ll just give you my top highlights.

My shoe choice proves (once again) that I’m not a cool kid

The Vegas Strip is about 4 miles long — FOUR miles of snazzy buildings to look at and people to dodge (who stop directly in front of you to look at the snazzy buildings). So please tell me why 80% of the women are wearing 3+ inch heels to walk around?? I love sexy heels as much as the next girl, and even have a saucy gold pair that I’ve named my “Wonder Woman shoes” because they make me feel like I can take on the world. That doesn’t mean that I want to put them on to go and walk a few miles! The ladies who weren’t wearing their stripper shoes were wearing flip flops, which also aren’t considered distance walking shoes in my world. I wore a super cute pair of Saucony Bullet sneakers. Not quite “mom shoes” but definitely not as cute as the other girls. However, I’d prefer not to be whining and limping in pain after a few miles.

The Vegas Traffic Jam

Imagine that you’re walking a brisk pace down a sidewalk and the person in front of you comes to a complete stop for no particular reason. Now imagine that happening everywhere you go – that’s Vegas. Every block we were on or casino we visited had these people just waiting for us to come by so that they could run ahead of us and then throw on their brakes.

Most “OOOOOHHH” moment

This would have to be a tie of seeing the bright lights of the Vegas Strip at night (especially the Eiffel Tower) and checking out the inside of the Venetian. I knew that there was a canal that ran through the hotel with gondoliers, but that didn’t really prepare me for the fact that there was a FREAKING CANAL running through the hotel with GONDOLIERS???!!! The ceiling was high and curved, with clouds painted on it and lit to look like the sky. It was simply amazing. Travis and I had dinner at a little restaurant overlooking the canal and if I squinted my eyes while listening to the gondolier’s singing I could almost make myself believe that it was Italy.

Most “AWWWWWwww” moment

My husband and I purchased tickets to see the NitroCircus, a crazy stunt show where guys and gals on dirt bikes, BMX bikes, skateboards, scooters, wheelchairs, etc. do jumps, flips and tricks. To say that it was insane would be a massive understatement. The entire show was high energy with amazing tricks and 10 different attempts at World Records (some of which were successful). Well, the main daredevil rider, Travis Pastrana, interrupts the show to slide down the 8 story tall ramp on his knees. His long-time girlfriend, Lyn-Z Adams Hawkins (a professional skateboarder also performing in the show) was standing there at the bottom. He called her the love of his life, pulled a ring out of his pocket and proposed. It was so unexpected and so sweet, especially when she grabbed his microphone to say “yes” and then covered him in kisses.

The Moment I Snapped

It was on our third day, which was our main day of sightseeing on the strip. I was a bit worn down from lack of sleep, the heat and those damn people who kept getting in my way. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

My husband and I had walked for a really, really long time and were about to enter a hotel through some of those revolving doors. When we entered our pizza slice of a door slot, the man in the slice in front of us must have had a brain-fart because he slowed down so much that he almost stopped walking. Something in me snapped – I had ENOUGH of people just stopping in front of me!! I grabbed the door and gave it a giant push, moving it so fast that the guy got a scared look on his face and jumped out just in time to not be taken around for another loop.

Travis and I looked at each other and just started quickly walking while I tried to hold in my giggles. I kept seeing that startled/frightened look on the man’s face and imagining him getting stuck in the revolving doors. Soon, I was laughing so hard that tears were running down my cheeks and Travis was pretending that he didn’t know me. In fact, I’m kind of snickering right now thinking about it.

We had a great time in Vegas but it’s probably good that we came home when we did. We gambled some and ended up about even. It would have been nice to be able to see one of the Cirque de Soleil shows, but I’m pretty happy with everything we did get a chance to do.

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Work Shower Shakedowns: Get Your Hands out of My Wallet!

Warning: I’m going to vent a bit

One of my biggest work-related pet peeves is when I get solicited at the office. Not by skanky prostitutes trying to rock my word, but by those money hungry shower planners.

I swear, it must be at least three times a month that I get the same email asking me to pitch in for so-and-so’s wedding shower, baby shower, retirement party, vasectomy shower, or whatever.

I’m not a stingy person, I swear. I’m one of those people who truly do enjoy celebrating milestones with my friends & family by showing up at their showers and bringing a super cute gift with me. What I don’t like is when I’m asked to purchase a gift for someone that I’m not even friends with.

Years ago, when I was trying so hard to be Miss SuperNice, I would try and give money for every single shower.  For those in the know, this buys you the opportunity to sign the card and take 5 minutes out of your workday to eat cake and stare at the person while they open their gifts.

Well, at a company with over 100 employees (all of which seem to have something to celebrate) this really empties your pockets fast.  So, then I tried to cut back to just the people that I actually spoke to on a weekly basis. Finally, I weaned myself down to only participating if I actually consider the person my friend.

You would think that I tried to smack someone’s puppy. When I first started ignoring the emails, I think they got angry and multiplied. I’d get the follow up emails asking if I had contributed yet, or reminding me that they were going shopping soon and needed all the money by the next day. Usually, I felt guilty enough to find some money to add, but finally I just said that I was tapped out and couldn’t contribute.

Does this make me a bad guy? I don’t really care anymore.

Frankly, I wish that there were no work showers at all. I know that seems kind of grinchy of me, but I feel like it’s just a popularity contest to see how many people like you enough to cough up some dough. If I like someone and consider them a friend, instead of participating in a crappy work shower, I’d rather pick out my own gift and give it them on my own.

I know I’m not the only person who feels this way, right?

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