Tuesday, July 26, 2011

It's been a while

It's been a while since I've blogged about anything...I've been avoiding it because the last post was so unhappy, and I didn't want to deal with anything unpleasant again so soon.  Instead, I will blog about what my days are like here in housewife-land.

My days start out early.  I take Jake to school (some days earlier than others).  I go back home, and fall back asleep for a few hours.  Then, I wake up, try and fill my time, I usually make some food, clean a little, and maybe watch some tv.  Then I drive back onto Post, pick Jake up, and take him back home.  I fix him lunch (usually a sandwich, salad, glass of milk and a snack), then I drop him back off on post.  Go back home, noodle around some more, pick him up from school, make dinner, clean up, etc.  I also do the laundry when it needs doing, and just tidy up in general.  There are a lot of errands that I run throughout the week.  I am deep into housewife land.  I have to say that while cleaning doesn't come naturally to me, it's not so bad.  At the same time, I know that this life will not fulfill me forever.  I am already looking into volunteer opportunities as well as some job opportunities.  I have taken up Zumba (really fun, really good workout) and I have enjoyed all the cooking that I've been doing.

Some of our stuff is getting delivered tomorrow.  I'm getting quite excited about it!  We purchased a couch a few weeks ago that got delivered last week, so now we actually have something comfortable to sit on.  Before that, we just sat on the floor, which was fine, but it really does make your back hurt after a couple of weeks.  We also bought an incredible air mattress that has totally saved my sleep life, but I'm ready to sleep on a real bed again.  Really ready.

We also have a new family member!  Her name is Twinkie.  She's a wonderful little kitty who keeps me company during the day (and night!), and while she hasn't replaced Yoyo, it's been really nice having another critter around.  She really is the cutest cat ever, and she has the funniest little personality quirks.  She is always on the wrong side of the door, and she really hates being kept out of a room!  She talks to me while I'm in the kitchen, and likes to sleep on my computer when I'm using it.  She also walks around with her tail straight up in the air - always.  We got her from the pound, and I think she's about a year old.  She's my baby.  Here's a picture of her:

she likes to sleep in a kitty-loaf!  all body parts tucked under her, even her tail.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011


A few days ago, I made a very hard decision.  As you know, I brought Yoyo out to California with me with the hopes of a better life for him.  Once we arrived, his behavior got out of control.  He started marking the walls, pooping in the house, shredding any paper/cardboard in the house, stealing food from the counters, having extreme separation anxiety from me, and having aggression issues.  He bit Jake and Andy (our friend who's staying with us until his apartment is ready), growled/barked at Jake every morning , etc.  Our landlord called me to tell me that the dog had to stop barking.  All of the other tenants called him and complained because whenever I leave the house, Yoyo barked constantly the entire time.  All of the problems together were incredibly overwhelming.  A lot of the issues that he was having were problems that he had when he lived with Nana, but not with my Mom.  I was especially concerned about his aggression issues with men, because Jake has a lot of friends and I really didn't want anyone to get hurt, or for Yoyo to get taken by animal control.

I decided to have him put to sleep.  I was realistic about the situation.  I didn't want to continue living like that, and I knew that no one other than my dead grandmother could handle living with him and his problems long term.  I didn't want to take him to the SPCA and abandon him with strangers, that would have been devastating to him.  So, I took him to the vet today and he fell asleep in my arms for good.  He joined my grandmother, and when his ashes get back I'll spread him in the San Francisco Bay where Nana was spread.

It was incredibly difficult and I cried. A lot.  I talked to the vet about it, and when I told her about the biting (not the first time he's bitten people) she agreed that it was the right course of action.  After it happened, he looked like he was sleeping. I feel like I made the right decision, and he's in doggy heaven now.