I was just about to order a second dog DNA test, but I started to read the reviews on amazon, and pretty much tons of people did what I was about to do and say that both tests came back with insane results, so I'm just going to drop it until the day the vet has to take blood for something else and then I am going to go all blood DNA test on her. My guess for sweet pea is black lab (because even lab owners think she is lab util I point out her ears) and some kind of terrier because she has wire hair on her tail that makes this crazy little swirl on the end, and also, not flat lab ears. In any case, no matter what she is, she is fabulous, so fabulous that I went puppy surfing on line to day looking for a playmate for her. But that is so NOT going to happen. AT least not any time before I graduate. I already spent a month on the couch walking sweet pea at 3:30 in the morning (though I do have a new appreciation for how lovely this area is at 3:30 in the morning) and am not going to go through housebreaking hell again until .... I, at least, have my diploma in my hand.
Also, swet pea managed to eat a nylabone and now I am waiting while holding my breath to see if it all passes before I go into complete and total panic mode. By the stench of the wind coming out her, not everything is perfect, but she has another freaking parasite on top of everything else, (like being called part chow!) so I can not accurately determine the origin of the stench. At least things are still going through her, so I think there is no blockage. Also, I've been vigorously petting her abdomen and she is not crying out in pain. Just call me, clickmom, doggie doctor.
In the mean time, I went to a memorial for my aunt (scumcle's wife who unexpectedly died last September) last Friday. Now, it was a memorial, and not a roast, so naturally people were getting up and only saying nice things about her, but to be brutally honest, the generous, caring/sharing, give you the shirt off of her back lady they were describing I did not know. Lil sis and I were obnoxiously texting in the back of the room and she kept asking "Who are they talking about?" It was weird. Lil sis and I did what we always seem to do in times of stress and tension which is end up laughing hysterically. At a memorial that doesn't go over so well. Eventually we both lost it simultaneously, and luckily suppressed laughter can pass for hysterical crying, and I would have totally left the room if I thought for one second I could have made a break for the hallway without peeing my pants, but that wasn't going to happen, so lil sis managed a break for the outside, which was awesome because every time stopped uncontrollable shaking and laughing and I almost had myself pulled together I heard her suppressing a laugh snort I just lost it all over again. Good thing there were napkins nearby.
What I learned at the memorial is that if you marry a guy who will do anything you love to do and the two of you don't have any kids you can have a shit ton of fun and adventure in your life. Just being truthful here. My uncle wrote something about my aunt and it was so clear that he was head over heels in love with her on every level a man can be in love with a woman to this day. Which made me stop and think, because my dad totally felt like that about my mom, and I wonder where I went wrong since the husband's latest nickname for me is bitch. Hard to turn that one around! Who would have thought?
Strangers think I'm so nice. But then I remember how sociopaths can easily fool most people, and then I also remember that more than half of my actual blood line is bat shit crazy, and well, the crazy people never really know they are crazy now do they? Seriously, sometimes I ask people and they always tell me I'm not crazy, but who in their right mind would tell a crazy person that they are crazy? No one who wants to live another day would, am I right? So , really, there are some signs, like bars on the windows and padded walls, but that's kind of extreme and in today's world you never know. Folks just aren't paying attention like used to.
Or maybe not, I mean would a crazy person keep a blog for almost ten years with virtually no audience? Hell yeah, because this is gold folks. Either I'll make my fortune publishing it or it'll be the nail in the coffin when the kids finally do have me locked up. See? It always come back to questioning my sanity. (Not really, I'm just there today for some reason)