In my previous posts I have gone on about my family and the insane idea of having a husband and myself, 3 children and 3 dogs all living under 1 roof. Well one of those dogs was what I referred to as a Twit Yorkie named Gizmo who, really, was the biggest smartass for a dog that I have ever known. He was however, 4 lbs. of pure love. The only dog that both myself and my husband have ever been seriously attached to and on Sept. 2, we had to put him down. Insert a week of mourning...
See, Gizmo had a condition called Liver Shunt disease, which is a known ailment of smaller dogs. He lived to be 21 months old and went through many episodes with the liver shunt that caused him a great amount of stress and pain with seizures in the mix. We learned alot from him about Yorkies and care and how to do everything but give mouth to mouth resucitation to a dog (ew, I so draw the line there..Honey? Your turn!)but even moreso, we got an enormous amount of joy and laughter out of the little bugger. He was always happy to see us and was a trip when anyone came to the door, because no matter who it was, the FedEx man or UPS, he sounded the alarm and barked and growled at the guys like he was as big and potentially vicious as the Rottie standing behind him..(who was probably chuckling to herself thinking Duh, they aren't scared of YOU!). Even writing about it now makes me sad, I miss him so much and have resorted to playing back the recording my husband has of him growling and barking at construction workers for comfort.
So, get a new dog right? Because really, it was driving me crazy not having 3 dogs driving me crazy. The girls were just as miserable as we were not having our Yorkie and even the other 2 dogs were missing him. We checked Pa. websites and low and behold we find Molly, who seriously looked like a wee little black bear. We go up and see her and bring her home that day. She was 8.5 weeks old and stole our hearts with her little features and floppy ears. We had Molly for 20 days before she passed away from distemper this past Monday at 3:3o a.m. So yes, once you do the math, we lost 2 puppies in 26 days time. Sucks to be us huh?
Well, just when you think that's the end of things, it's not. We live on a country road that bicyclists use to train for races and such. We usually dont have issues with them even though it can get pretty annoying when they hog the road, however, there seems to be one numnut who refuses to get the picture. We have a Rott, who, expresses her dislike for these people who go past the house slowly on these intruments of potential torture. She barks a warning bark but remains on our property. As a courtesy, I come out and holler at her to come and let these people go on their way. Usually they will stop and let me explain that it's because they are going pass the house slowly and she doesnt get it that it's because our house is on the side of a mountain and it takes a monumental amount of work just to walk up let alone bicycle. I tell them her name and say either just keep on going and ignore her as best as you can or, if you're smart, bring a baggie of Beggin Strips or a few little bones and throw them her way and she'll be your best friend forever. Simple solutions come when you take the time to ask the owners. Well, this numnut thinks screaming profanity at me while squirting water at the dogs is going to prove prudent. HMMMMMMMMMMMM. The question that begs to be answered in my mind is why can't bazookas be legal in these instances? I mean, come on, like he should be allowed to breathe?
Well, like I said, the shit hit the fan this evening when Numnut came passed my house with Mrs. Numnut in tow and proceeded to yell at my 10 year old daughter, FUCKING ASSHOLES! Said daughter came in sobbing at the verbal assault, from which I told her to go straight out and tell her dad. Dad got into his truck and pulled a Dukes of Hazzard, peeling out, kicking up stones and dirt, proceeded to Numnut couples location and chewed said couple a new set of assholes. :) Did I mention how much I love my husband? Husband was so furious that he physically pushed Numnut causing Mrs. Numnut to write down his license plate number so she could be a pussy and call the cops. Almost 2 hours later, we get a visit from a friendly state trooper. Husband is written a citation for intent to harrass, annoy and alarm victim by pushing him to the ground (not true, he pushed him but not to the ground). We proceed inside where we eat Chinese food and laugh about our latest installment of grand misadventures! Never a dull moment here, never.
