Everyday I end up typing 'Is it okay if my dog ate BLANK' into the Google search bar
We don’t know a whole lot about Callie’s past because she was transferred from so many shelters but we do know she was born a stray and grew up on the streets until she was about 1 yrs old. Along the way she was also mistreated, this has left her with an extreme fear of strangers and a stomach made of steel.
Callie is a garbage disposal. I’m pretty sure growing up on the streets alone taught her to try to eat everything and conditioned her digestive system to handle it.
If it smells like food, it’s gone. I had gotten pretty good at snatching things out of her mouth but she’s adapted and now she chomps it up immediately.
On three separate occasions she’s picked up bones on our walks. LEGIT ANIMAL BONES! And I’m walking by normal neighborhoods, not animal graveyards or dumpsters. Where does she find animal bones? I swear one was a moose rib, it was gigantic. She whimpered when I took it away and tossed it.
The other day at the park I swear she ate a walnut, shell and all. A walnut? WTF?
If I’m cooking I have to watch to not let anything hit the floor. Recently I dropped a carrot, which she snatched up and chewed up like a bone. They are her new favorite treats now.
I just find this especially funny since my sister out in NC just recently got herself a dog, a goldendoodle, that is not only a finicky eater but apparently allergic to gluten. At this very moment Callie is watching me eat frosted mini wheats, praying to God I drop one.
Listen, I’ve been apartment living for the last 6 years so I understand that apartments are not houses. I’ve actually laughed out loud when I’ve read reviews of apartments buildings that complain the “walls are paper thin” or that they “could hear everything”.
What did you expect? It’s an apartment. You must be one of those “richers” who are used to condo-like living and concrete, sound-proof walls. I apologize you had to suffer through dry wall and the love-making sounds of your neighbors. Then I sip my wine and when I’m done laughing I scan through the rest of the reviews looking for important things like… is it a safe neighborhood? Is it infested with brown recluse spiders? You know, normal stuff….
So, I consider myself pretty tolerant of the usual apartment noises, it’s pretty much white noise to me now. Additionally, Mark and I are also pretty quiet ourselves, and thoughtful; i.e. our bed is not on a shared wall (TMIworldwhateverwearemarriedgetusedtoitbutreallyweareprobablythemostconsiderateneighborsever).
BUT, and this is a big but, our upstairs neighbors are NOT LIVING A NORMAL life.
The sounds are LOUD and CONSTANT and borderline not human. They either:
Installed a bowling alley in their apartment and frequently drop balls.
Dead lift their coach on a regular basis.
Are 300lbs and practice their interpretive dance hourly.
Move around their apartment exclusively by sitting in a four legged chair and hopping in it across the room.
Hey lady! Where is that brown and black striped dress from? The one you posted about yesterday with the fur thing over it? I saw my co-worker wearing it the other day and saw it again on the metro this morning and have been dying to know. When I saw that you got it for 40% off, I'm pretty sure that's a sign lol. Have a great weekend!
The sweater dress is from LOFT. The website doesn’t have many sizes left but when I went to the store they had several in stock in the sale section and the price was lower than the website, which means an even bigger discount after the 40% (40% off all sale items).
Cold weather is the ultimate test of a relationship
Mark is some sort of yeti or vampire. He always wants to be cold.
I consider anything under 70 degrees to be sweater weather and I like the weight and warmth of at least 2 thick blankets at night. I constantly crave tropical temps.
So when the weather gets cold we really start to bump heads, I start campaigning for more blankets on the bed and the husband keeps pushing back. I jack up the thermostat to 75 and wake up to find he’s moved it down to 65.
And we have the now added time to get ready to go out anywhere. I pile on the layers until I’m akin to the little brother on A Christmas Story with little to no mobility. Mark’s grabbing a light jacket and out the door.
However, it was kind of a waste because Mark ended up staying at school until 9pm and I had class from 5pm-10pm.
Originally I made engagement chicken (w/a side of roasted veggies) because Mark’s had a tough couple weeks and even though I wouldn’t be home for dinner I thought I would be an amazing wife if I left a glorious dinner ready for him. He’s usually home at 6pm at the latest.
I figured Mark would taste it and immediately text me something like this:
Your chicken is amazing. You are a goddess among mere mortals. When you get home I’m going to rub your feet and I’d like you to tell me about your day.
What actually happened is we both trudged in the house (at 9pm and 10pm), cut slabs of chicken off the roast (we don’t know how to carve a bird) and devoured what we had on our plate while watching Parks and Rec on the couch before we dragged ourselves to bed.
So, this morning I had a half eaten bird to deal with. I cut off what meat I could and then threw it in a pot of boiling water with celery, onion, and carrots.
And right now Mark and I are in a competition for who had the shittiest week.
He’s winning and I’m kind of upset about it… because I hate losing and I selfishly want some sympathy and coddling.
I’ve been slammed with work and on Wednesday I had a very tiring day covering a large event for work - this entailed driving 3ish hours to the event (at 7am) and video taping, interviewing, and recording various people and presentations…then driving 3ish hours back home, getting home around 10pm. I’m also up to my neck with school work.
Mark’s had 5 tests this week, so he’s been at the dental school from 8am-8pm pretty much every day. He’s stressed, a tad cranky, and completely beat from long days studying, worrying about the cardinals, and practicing dental things.
I’m so sorely tempted to slack off day-to-day responsibilities that don’t include work or school but Mark’s too exhausted to pick up my slack and this week I really need to be the slack-picker-upper. But I don’t want to, I want to order in food, take a bath, and not do anything productive at all. I want to be selfish.
The necklace looks AWESOME! I'm so glad you like it! :) Also.. I sent you a message last week but I didn't get a response.. I'm wondering if it got lost like Ashley posted about recently. Did you get a question from me about your allergy? :P - Your TB
The colors - love. The swish noise it makes when you walk by and the very noticeable wear and tear in the areas that occur in the most awkward areas (inner thighs, crotch, butt), I cringe thinking about it.
I first created this tumblr 3 years ago and it took me about a year to really understand what tumblr was about - i.e. it’s not just pretty pictures, it’s a community of some of the best people I’ve never met in real life.