Yeah, remember how I was all cavalier about Tonks’ spay before? How I was laughing, ever so slightly, about how funny she’d be all drugged up and stuff?

Instead? She’s just breaking my heart! Seriously, I’m such a softy! I’m supposed to keep her still (outside to potty only, and other than that strict REST) for 5 days. FIVE. FUCKING. DAYS. My poor puppy isn’t used to staying still for more than 5 minutes (if I’m lucky). The vet gave us sedatives, which I’m using exactly as prescribed. But it’s so sad, y’all! She wants to be awake! She wants to play! I’m so very glad she’s crate trained, but at the same time, I feel like terribly for locking her up all day long. I know it’s good for her. I knowshe’ll heal faster, and that she’ll forget this brief period of her puppy childhood, but still, it’s hard for ME. Why didn’t the vet give ME sedatives!?!?! She lies in her little crate, staring at me with those adorably little brown puppy eyes, and I want to cry (I very near did last night, actually; I rushed to bathroom to get my shit together because, C’MON, WonderSpot! It’s a perfectly standard dog procedure!).

(Please, please don’t email me saying how horrible it is to spay a dog, or how horrible it is to sedate a dog. I will track down your IP address and kick your ass. Kisses!)

Just look at this little face and tell me you wouldn’t be heartbroken, too:

I can’t wait until she’s healthy and she can stop making me feel like a shitty dog-mama.

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….For Tonks, not me.

My little pup is growing up. Tomorrow she gets her uterus removed. Poor thing. I feel so badly already. I let her gnaw on my hand for half an hour tonight (when she nipped at my boob, however, I did yell a little).

I’m hoping to post some VIDEO from my new (it’s still new, shut up!) video camera soon. I’m getting a shiny new MacBook Pro for work (it’s a rough job, I know) and it’ll come with some super sweet software including photoshop (and the rest of the CS3 suite) and video editing. Prepare to be unindated with videos of Tonks, both nutty and druggy. Yes, that’s right, I’m planning on filming her stoned recovery. Because I’m a horrible person and don’t deserve to own a dog.

Since I will be spending most of the weekend home with my poor adorable dog, I do plan on catching up on some more substantial posts (ie: JS and I are planning on moving in together. AND WE’RE NOT MARRIED. SUCK THAT RELIGIOUS ZEALOTS (please dont’ tell my parents)).

Hey! I want popcorn. Later.

 (Damn. I burnt it. Meh, I’m sure it’s still OK.)

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Mah leetle baby is growin’ up. It’s true. I swear to God, Allah, Buddha, Sponge Bob, Whomever, that she was bigger when I picked her up from JS after the cruise. Still gangly as all get out, though. Even though everyone warned me to beware of “puppy fever”, I’m loving her more and more each day. She’s getting less bitey….I think loosing the baby teeth is helping. It’s harder to pick her up, and when she bowls into me while playing fetch she almost knocks me over.

But, the best thing ever, is that she’s getting snugly now. She likes to watch TV with me at night. For a while. Eventually she gets distracted and starts playing, or she gets bored and goes to her crate to sleep. It’s so fun, though, when she curls up on my legs. And she still has her puppy Mohawk. Awesome.

She’s also a little more obedient…when the it suits her, of course. I know she knows her cues, sometimes she would just rather go sniff that leaf, because, you know, it’s different than all the OTHER leaves she’s sniffed.

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It’s been a VERY long time since I’ve posted. I’m sorry, y’all. I am. But I have excuses. I had the flu. And PMS. AT THE SAME TIME. Pitiful, ain’t it? And it was the worst kind of flu. Violent puking. Uh, distress of the lower track. Aches, exhaustion. Add to that cramps and INSANE HORMONES and you’ve got my week post Thanksgiving. I’m mostly better, save some totally awesome gas (TMI?) and leftover hormones.

Thanksgiving was kick ass.  Delish. Low key. JS and I spent the long weekend together, cooking, eating, drinking, sleeping, just chillin’. We took Tonks for lots of walks. We got Christmas Trees (yay!!!!) and decorated them. My apartment looks totally sweet. TOTALLY.  I also gave Tonks a bath and then took pictures of her with a Mohawk. See?

She was less than thrilled.

Today we had our first ever Puppy Training Class. I hate to brag (heh), but my dog was not only the BEST dog there, but also the cutest. My biggest goals are 1) no more fucking biting, 2) no more fucking jumping up on me especially when I’m wearing hose for work, and 3) no more pulling my shoulder out of its socket when I take her out on the leash. My demands are simple. I think the class should comply.

And, in breaking with continuity (super), here are some stories about how crazy with hormones I am. Last night JS and I went out with some friends from work and another couple. Before we left, I was on the phone with my boss (she and her man were going out with us), discussing our wardrobes and I said something about not looking cute, and JS spoke up from across the room about how I was always cute. AND I FLIPPED HIM OFF. I gave him the finger for giving me a fucking COMPLIMENT. Who does that? WHO? What’s wrong with me? The only thing I can think of is that I am an insane bitch. That and I had some instinctual reaction because for a split second I had a flashback to my brothers giving me shit while I was on the phone with my friends. But still? C’mon. The nicest, sweetest, cutest man on earth and I give him shit for being NICE to me. GOD. I suck.  Add to that crying because I thought I looked fat in a sweater and because the dog wouldn’t listen to me and because, I don’t know, it rained and obviously it only rained on ME, and I’d say this is the worst Girly Time I’ve had since I was 15. Good times.

But, here, look, a picture of my Christmas Tree! Purty. (Complete with a puppy routing around underneath.)

Have a lovely weekend! I’ll post again soon!

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Remember when my puppy was a cute wee little thing?

Well, now she’s a Tazmanian Devil. She has learned how to bark. Yes. That’s right. Bark. Loudly. She seems shocked by that herself. Yesterday we had a Bad Dog day where she’d do EVERYTHING she could that broke the rules. She peed inside, after I took her out, while looking direcly at me. She’d bite me, then run away so I could scold her. Good times.

She also knows how to lean against her gate to push it over and try to escape.

But, in good news, she looks adorable in a santa hat.

As promised, here are some of my other Christmas photos. Yay! Christmas!

Christmas Joe Joes! YUM YUM!!!

Funky Red Ikea thingies…they look really cool in their $.97 vases.

Red Ornament Tree, with LIGHTS! I LOVE LIGHTS!

An overall view of my Christmas Wonderment.

AAAANNNND……a cute little Snowman box that holds a matching ornament. God I love Christmas.

Check out my Flickr page for more photos….I don’t want to use my free upload allotment so early in the season.

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