Friday, October 24, 2014

Because Sometimes Bullets Are Easier

  • I was just looking at my last several posts and realized I never updated you on my second round of Chlomid. Last you heard from me I had taken round 1. We did what the doctor told us to do and at days 28, 32, 35 I tested NOT PREGNANT. I was sad. Those words are not fun to see. I KNEW it would be negative, but I got my hopes up wishing and praying it would be positive. So I called the doctor's office and spoke with the nurse who talked to the doctor who ordered me round 2 of Provera and Chlomid (this time at 100mg opposed to 50mg). Round 2 ended last week and now we are in the middle of a cycle. Maybe/hopefully this will be our month! If not, I'll be sad, but we will try again and again and again.
  • I bought something I didn’t need because I saw a good deal online and couldn't resist. It's a 5 foot giraffe for my future baby's nursery. Matt thinks it looks freaky, but I don't care what he thinks of it. We will have a giraffe themed room no matter what the sex of our future child is so therefore, we needed this giraffe. He will fit in nicely with the others in my (future child's) collection.
  • I bought the giraffe from Staples online. I ordered and paid and then shortly later received an email that my order had been cancelled. Only, I didn’t see this email until after work and I wanted to know why it was cancelled. I called the 1-800 number and spoke with a very nice lady who re-ordered the item for me with no issues. She was extremely nice and helpful. How come I couldn't get asked to do a survey on that call? She deserves the recognition. Even if she hadn't been able to re-order my item, I found her to be marvelous. And kudos to Staples for having there call center in the USA opposed to outsourcing the jobs. We will continue to shop at Staples for the wonderful customer service we have been provided with this call and our last few visits to the store.
  • My friend Linda came home from her cruise recently with a gift for me. Her and her sister had bought me the Carnival Cruise shirt I had wanted on my last cruise where they didn’t have my size. And both me and Linda wore ours today. Just call us twins!
  • I have a hate/love relationship with the gym. Good thing I have Matt who practically forces me to go with him. Ha ha ha! Not true, but he does sometimes guilt me into going with him. For me, the hardest part is going there. Once I am there, I am good to stay for the hour. He wants to start staying an hour and 15 minutes... I am having a hard time forcing myself to get with it and I don’t think he have stayed that long yet. I really am trying to motivate myself.
  • Speaking of Matt, he is doing GREAT with his eating and going to the gym. I am VERY proud of him! Wish I was as motivated as him. It doesn't help that I keep buying the car cups of Juicy Fruit gum with its 72 pieces and I eat the whole thing within 3 days of work. All those carbohydrates! I need to stop buying them. I chew a piece of gum for about 5 minutes before spitting it out in order to shove another piece in my mouth. On the plus side, as of this cup, I am now only shoving in one piece at a time opposed to two.
  • Right now, when this is posted, my mom and her husband are on their way here. My mom and I have the Color Run tomorrow. I am definitely looking forward to it. The weather should be perfect for the event thankfully. I'll be sure to blog about it. :)

Thursday, October 23, 2014

My Side Of Wyatt Earp

And here's my side of the story on what Wyatt does all day...
Sometimes, Wyatt wakes one of us up to go potty in the middle of the might. Although annoying, whoever he wakes up is forced to let him out because we both know he cannot hold it in anymore. When he has to go, he has to go. No time to hesitate or he WILL pee/poop in our bed. And honestly, we can't get too upset since he is an old man.
After letting him out, we usually allow him to walk around in the kitchen to get a drink or water if needed. Usually, he does. Makes me wonder if he sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night just to drink water. We can't leave a bowl of water available in our bed though - would never work out well for anyone.
 
Once we get back in bed, Wyatt tries to find him a good spot. We have recently added his fleece blanket in between our pillows because this is where we want him to sleep. He likes his warm fuzzy blanket so unless he is hot, he will sleep right on it. Otherwise, he is all over the bed and sometime we accidently hit or kick him in our sleep. Although, we all know where he will end up laying, he ALWAYS has to circle the spot to find the 'perfect spot'. We laugh because sometimes, he circles the spot 3 times to the right and then does the exact same thing to the left. What a crazy guy!

Side note on his sleeping - our dog does not like sleeping long ways (up and down). He much prefers to sleep left to right which takes up more space than our less than ten pound dog needs. Constantly throughout the night, one of us will wake up and move him in the right direction. I like when he sleeps in a ball best - doesn't happen often enough.
 
In the morning, Matt always lets Wyatt out to pee. I'm up a little while later at 5AM and after showering and getting dressed, I let him out again. Depending on time, I'll let him out one more time before I leave the house. We give him as many opportunities as we can to ensure he doesn’t have to go potty in the morning.
 
After going out the first time, it's breakfast time. We have such a picky eater on our hands! He refuses to eat the same stuff as a recent prior meal. No point in thinking he likes something because he will not eat it again. For example, last night, he ate chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese. He ate a bunch! And if you didn’t know him, you would assume he would be happy to eat this meal again. WRONG! He won't even sample it. This morning, I got him to eat 2.5 pieces of bacon and one slice of Kraft cheese. These are two items he will almost always eat. Notice I said almost. Some mornings he refuses to eat anything.
With his breakfast, I give him his heart murmur pill. Sometimes I can trick him and put it in a piece of cheese. More often than not, he now dissects his food and we are forced to put the pill in his mouth and clamp it shut until he swallows it. I feel bad about doing this, but he needs his pill to live.
 
Nowadays, we put Wyatt into a large kennel at the foot of our bed while we are at work. Don't worry, he sleeps all day regardless. And we leave a Tupperware container of water in there for him in case he gets thirsty during the day. If we don't lock him up, he pees all over our bedroom. This way, he only pees on his Princess Jasmine blanket. Easy enough to wash. If we are only going to be gone for a few hours, we leave him lose.
 
When Matt gets home from work, he lets him outside. Matt usually eats a snack and always shares with Wyatt.
Shortly after their snack time, I arrive home and it's dinnertime.
It's much easier to get Wyatt to eat if you hand him whatever it is opposed to allowing him to eat off a plate. Therefore, we eat first and then we feed him. It's a battle every night to figure out what he will eat. I'll admit, sometimes he frustrates me to the point where I just stop caring if he eats. Good thing Matt cares more than I do on those days. During dinner, he gets another heart murmur pill. And for the record, he used to LOVE these beef flavored pills. One day, he decided he no longer liked them.
I'm telling you - he is training us to be parents of a human baby!
 
Prior to dinner, when I first get home, I always greet Matt and then Wyatt. No matter how long I spend with Wyatt, when I go to my bedroom to change and go potty, he always follows me and begs for my attention. He also seems to know when I get home it means it is dinner time.

After dinner, we always watch TV or I read or do something.... Wyatt is ALWAYS near one of us either sleeping, begging for food, or being cuddled. He enjoys sleeping on his dog bed, on the far right cushion of the couch, or squished between me and the arm of my rocking chair. If I'm in the bathtub, he enjoys laying on the floor mat in the bathroom. If I'm reading in bed, he wants to be right up against me. Unless he is mad at me for bugging him.... then he lays all the way on the other side of the bed.
Some nights, we go to the gym and leave him home alone. Not in his kennel since we aren’t gone for long.

I like to be in bed at 9PM. Whether I go right to sleep or read is always a tossup.
Here is where we re-start the entire cycle.


And now you know the rest of the story....
 

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

A Day in the Life of Wyatt

Preface:
After work, when I am at home watching TV or reading a book or at the gym, I always have good intentions of stopping what I am doing in order to turn on my laptop and type up a blog post. But after that quick thought, I realize I have no desire to stare at a computer screen. I already do that ALL day at work and it is honestly not something I want to do when I get home. I think my iPhone (before that, my iPod) has spoiled me with quick access to the internet without feeling like I am looking at a computer screen. Even though I know I really am doing just that. I used to turn my computer on almost every evening after work prior to having my wonderful small electronic devices. Now, I barely get online even over the internet.
 
Side note... I watch several older television shows and wish we lived in the 1980's or 1990's. I think everyone would have a better quality of life if everything wasn’t as easily accessible and fast paced. This is just my opinion. And you are 'allowed' to not agree with me.


Hello! How are you doing?
 
My name is Wyatt Earp Poo Dell 'last name'. (My mom says I am not allowed to post my last name online for safety reasons.)

What's your name?
 
Are you dog or human?
 
If dog, how many humans do you have?
I have one of each. And they like to be called 'mommy' and 'daddy'.
 
My mom said she had nothing to blog about so therefore I could take her place today and tell you what I do all day. How awesome is that? I am very excited and thankful to have this opportunity! I even woke up early today from my excitement. My mom thinks all I do is sleep and eat when they are gone. I am going to clear up any confusion on this issue because there is much more to my day then what everyone seems to think.
 
This morning, I woke before either of my parents. I was excited to start today! I woke my dad up at 2:10 AM. Mom later thanked me for not waking her. I don't think he was very happy with me, but I tried explaining how big of a day today was. I even showed him how excited I was by jumping around just a little bit. And you know what he did? He took me to go outside! Can you believe that? Okay, yes, I did need to go pee, but geez! I just wanted him to know how excited I was and that I could barely sleep through the night. He could have just fed me and then brought me back to bed and then I could have rolled onto my back and he could have rubbed my belly until it was actually time to wake up. I love belly rubs! And I really think he likes to give them to me. I especially like when he finds my tickle spot and I can't stop my leg from scratching. That feels wonderful!
 
Besides, he shouldn't have been in a bad mood.. I actually woke at 2 AM. So really, he should be thanking me for allowing him to sleep in even though I was bubbling with excitement.
 
After going pee, I drank some water from my blue dog bowl. My mom is really good about changing my water every morning with fresh cold water, but she wasn't up yet therefore I had no choice except to drink day old water. Gross! Because of this, I coughed after slurping some up! So not my fault!
I was then picked up and brought to bed and told to go back to sleep with no belly rub. Say what? Dang it! Not exactly what I was wanting, but what choice did I really have in the matter?
 
So there I was excited with all the anticipation this day has to offer and I had to go back to sleep? Not fair! My mom and dad should want to be up with me. Rubbing my belly. Or even my back. Anywhere really. Not sleeping. They are lucky I even share my bed with them. That's how nice of a dog I am!
 
And how come when they do get up every morning they are always in a hurry? I don't understand what 'work' is. It seems to me like they do nothing all day except drive around. I know they drive because I have been outside when my mom opens the car doors to put something in there. And she never takes me! She knows how much I enjoy car rides! It really isn't fair!
 
I'm getting off track.. So there I was back in bed pretending to sleep. I must have fallen asleep from boredom because next thing I know, my dad's rectangle thing he speaks into is beeping like crazy. It always wakes him up. And me. Always. He takes me outside to pee and get a drink of water even though all I want to do is sleep in my warm bed. It's cold outside! When he brings me back to bed, I am more than happy to cuddle next to my mommy and go back to sleep.
 
That was until I realized I had to wait until 5AM for my mom to wake up! That was so far away! Why couldn't she wake up now?
I decided I wanted to get more comfortable since I couldn't get up and eat so I moved down by my mom's feet. I noticed if I pushed my paws back I could touch her leg. Guess what I did? I kept pushing at her. At first, I did it in hopes she would wake up and feed me. I was hungry! But then, it was so much fun I decided to make a game out of it.
Oops! I woke her up and I don't think she was very happy about it. She lifted her head to look at me and roughly patted my head as if she was warning me to knock it off.
I'm not sorry though. She should have woke up and fed me.
 
Finally it was time for her to wake up! I heard her box with red lights playing music.
'I'm up mom!'
Mom must not have heard me.
She went potty in the toilet. And I was left on the bed.
 
I like the bed, but I was hungry and I needed to make sure she didn't sneak out through the toilet. I know there is a secret door there and she is going to go on a car ride without me if I don't watch her. Sometimes I worry someone is going to take her as there mommy if I don't watch out for her. I always follow her to the toilet when she has to go potty. Always. No matter what. If I don't go in there with her, I keep a close watch of her from my Princess Jasmine blanket. Yes, I do admit I sometimes fall asleep, but that's only if I deem her to be safe. I take my job very seriously.
 
Back to my day though... So there I was in bed and my mommy had already went potty in the toilet, looked in the mirror and did who knows what, taken a rain shower and was now getting her clothes on.
 
I knew what was next.
Time for me to go outside even though I didn't have to pee. I have learned to pee anything inside of me in order to go back inside. If you don't pee, you have to stand outside being stared at while repeating I don't have to go pee. I don't think they care. Maybe I don't speak loud enough? I speak all the time and I always feel ignored. I think my parents are deaf. I have to scream (bark) to get them to pay attention to what I am saying. And even then, they only sometimes listen to me. Perhaps they speak a different language even though I understand them?
 
My mom always carries me back into the house and then feeds me some food.
I used to eat gross nuggets of dry food. I finally got my parents to realize that stuff is not good. Here's my tip to you... go days without eating that stuff. It works every time.
When I get sick of something, I just refuse to eat it and then they always give me something else. If they don't, I have some food safely hidden.
But sometimes, to make your humans happy, eat the food you no longer like when they melt cheese on top of it. They get very happy when you do this.
 
After I ate my food, I noticed my mom had finished getting ready and was about to leave me. I know this because she always makes me go outside again.
I hate when she leaves me. I like car rides too. I would love to go to whatever work is with her. I tell her all the time how much I want to go and yet she never takes me. Again, am I speaking a different language? Come on!
Instead, I now have to go to this place she calls a kennel. Yes, it's in the spot I like, but now I can't watch TV! I'm confined to this small area and it smells like pee!


With both my humans gone, I am home alone.
By myself.
In my kennel.
Where it smells like pee.
I wish I had a brother or sister.
Or even a friend to talk to.
But I don't.
That's okay though. I don't have to share my humans.
Instead, I just sleep and then before I know it, my humans are back.
 
I used to watch whatever I want on the TV when no one was home. Yep. My parents don't know this, but every day when they leave, I used to jump on the couch (they don't know I can do this) and turn on the TV from the remote my dad ALWAYS leaves on the couch for me. I like all sorts of TV shows!
I hate talk shows and soap operas. I don't have time for all that drama!
My favorite shows are ones that show other dogs. Those are the best.
Have you ever seen them?
You should watch them if you haven't.
When I was spending every day watching TV and napping... lets just say this was why I was still sleepy when my parents got home. I did have to be very careful at watching the clock to know when my dad gets home. He gets home first.
 
Once my mommy and daddy are home I like relaxing with them. I do whatever they want to do. That's my favorite way to spend my evenings. Sometimes we watch TV, lay in bed, play outside, eat, hang out in the toilet room... You name it, we probably do it.
 
I hope you enjoyed reading about my day.
 
Your friend,
Wyatt Earp