- Men's Clothes: Dad wears 32x32 in pants, and medium shirts.
- Women's Clothes: Lisa wears large shirts and size 14 LONG pants.
- Size 8.5 shoes for both
- Cash, Gift Cards, Toiletries
- GoFundMe link: gofundme.com/mcp3bvac
- Can now accept donations directly through Facebook Messenger
- They have one large outside dog left, so dog food would also be appreciated.
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
My Dad's house just burned down.
Just woke up coughing...
Just woke up coughing and as I was getting comfy again I found a chocolate under my pillow. 😂😍 It's so unexpected and perfect. Thank you, love, for making my life better. You're the best. ❤
Monday, February 15, 2016
I don't really do Valentine's Day or many holidays, but...
Made it to class despite needing windshield wipers on my eyes...
Everyone please send me all of the brain waves...
Everyone please send me all of the brain waves that you are not using starting at 7 pm. I have my first Trig test and I DO NOT feel ready. I know that most of you are probably like "Meh, you make good grades, don't worry, blah blah blah!" but seriously it's been a shit-tacular weekend and I had zero motivation to study.
I can't not think about Lowrider being gone. The house is too quiet and I feel her absence like whoa. 🙁 Every time I try to sleep all I can think about is how much she must have been hurting at the end. I really need to pull myself together, but damn. 🙁 I'm really not in a cool place. I don't know what to do.
I have a migraine coming on - probably because I'm so stressed. I just took some Excedrin in hopes that I can survive driving to Gadsden and make it though my exam. Also, I hate driving in the rain and it scares me so yay for that added stress on top of my regular stress.
Guess I'm gonna dry my tears, put on some real clothes, and head out a little early so I don't have to rush. Everyone stay safe out there. ❤
Saturday, February 13, 2016
It's been a crap day
It's been a crap day, but I suppose that was to be expected. The house feels weird without Lowrider in it. She was kind of noisy - we think she was a Bassett mix and they are pretty vocal. Not to mention that she barely had legs and would noisily shuffle everywhere she went. 😂
We went through a lot together. She was a heartworm case that had lived at the shelter for over a year. We had to go through heartworm treatment and her spay before we could even begin looking for a home for her. After that there was a pretty big issue of house training. She was no spring chicken and very set in her ways... and also STUBBORN as hell.
It took FOREVER to get her to learn the routine of going out and coming in. Every single time - several times a day for MONTHS on end - I'd have to get a leash and pull her to where ever she needed to be. It took even longer to fully house-train her. After fostering her for nearly 2 years, I caved. No one ever showed much interest in her and she was such a challenge that it would have taken someone very determined and patient to get her settled in at a new place.
She was such a funny girl. She was a foster failure and according to her - my dog long before I officially adopted her. When we would have adoption days at PetSmart she wouldn't walk with anyone else. If any other volunteer attempted to walk her she would sit and not budge. If I left her there to be walked by another volunteer she would stubbornly wait at the door for me to return. Kind of hard to adopt out a dog who believes she is already owned and won't give anyone else the time of day. 😂
I'm gonna miss her noisy shuffling and as goofy as it sounds I will miss nearly falling over her every day. She kept me on my toes and I guess I liked that.
Missing you already, Short Legs. I wish the end could have gone a little better and I'm sorry that I let you hurt, but I'm glad you're not in pain anymore. ❤❤❤
We just got home from the vet. Lowrider has passed away.
We just got home from the vet. Lowrider has passed away.
When I was getting ready for bed I was making sure all the dogs were in, but she wasn't which was very unlike her. I went outside looking for her and I found her hiding. Her stomach looked huge. I immediately thought "Oh fuck, bloat."
I called AMC and was told that our choices, (if it actually was bloat), were euthanasia or a $1500 - $3000 surgery. Since I have so little money I decided to consult our regular vet. He talked me down and told me that her breed didn't get bloat and that she probably ate something she shouldn't have and that if that was the case she'd be ok until the morning. I didn't think I was being overly dramatic or paranoid, but knowing how crazy I get about my animals I second-guessed myself and I'm sure I wanted to believe him. I really wanted him to meet me but he wasn't into that. He told me I could give her an enema - which we did, but it didn't help. By the time I realized that she was not going to be ok it was basically too late. We rushed her to AMC and they helped her go peacefully.
I have regrets. I am sad. And I will miss my noisy, short-legged girl and her "Sandy Shuffle." Rest in Peace, sweet old girl. ❤
