Saturday, June 25, 2011

It’s been a while

There’s a whopping ass-ton of shit I need to blog about, but right now I’m watching a sleeping baby dream of chasing bunnies.

It was time to get a new dog. We ended up finding a kennel that breeds German Shepherds. REAL German Shepherds. We’re talking they paid $75K for a male dog to use as a stud. Shipped from Germany. That’s a lot of money for a dog-I wonder if that included the shipping…

Anyhoo, I missed having a dog that was mine. Apache’s totally J’s dog and we’re a two dog house. This beautiful black and tan came flying out of the run and attacked both of us. Thankfully, he chose me. If he had chosen J, he’d still be at the breeder, still waiting to find a forever home. That sounds harsh, but if you’ve ever had a dog that owned you, you’d understand.     

We’re on day two with Guinness, and Apache’s adapted to the role of big brother a little quicker than I thought he would. It actually makes me kind of nervous.

J’s sister put two & two together in a way we hadn’t even thought of—he’s from a “K” litter, so when we register him with the AKC, he has to be registered with a name that starts with K. We chose Kenobi (Yes, as in Obi-Wan.) Since he’s a black and tan, we went with the obvious choice of Guinness for his real name.

Here’s where we prove our dorkiness—Obi-Wan Kenobi (the GOOD one, from the GOOD trilogy), was played by none other than Sir Alec Guinness. Fake name: Kenobi. Real name: Guinness.

He’s adorable and kind of the perfect counter to a week filled with ugliness.

For whatever reason, I’d been the victim of a lot of immaturity last week. Things that really hurt and upset me. Like, I get the joke. Once is funny, twice is annoying, and whatever the hell possessed you to do THAT the last time, well, you crossed a fucking line, buddy. You too, asshole. You three, dickweed. I’m not quite sure why the entire world decided to fuck with me, and do such hateful, spiteful things, but I’m done. If we were friends on any form of social media, I blocked your ass. If we’re not friends on social media, fear not. You will feel my wrath. Oh yes, yes, you will.

Wait until Guinness is bigger and we enroll in him in protection training…

ETA: I’ve had a few friends ask me what the hell happened last week… there was one comment about my relationship with somebody which was particularly hurtful. Then some asshole took the ONE thing that I am terrified of more than ANYTHING and kept harassing me with it. The icing on the cake reopened some very old wounds. Stuff that I’ve been trying to put behind me for a long time.

So yeah… I went nuclear. One would have been enough to set me off. All three of them - KA-BLOOEY!!!!