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It's Saturday! I managed to sleep until 7:30am! Banjo was again a very good sleepy friend and we slept straight through the night minus one bathroom break.

Yesterday, I had work until 2:30, and then took his rotten self to the vet for a check up. He did very well, though was a little skittish. He was very sweet about it, though and let the vet check him over. We go back in a week for all his shots and bloodwork which will be traumatic for all involved.

In the meantime, we're planning a trip to petsmart or petco, just to start desensitizing him to people tomorrow. And then he can pick out a treat or toy if he'd like. And maybe get him a costume for Halloween to wear to the vet on Friday. I'm thinking that I'd like a Dracula costume, since he's got the fangs.

Today, we have Marchen, which is always a good time.

My dog is going to have a social life. He's got the vet next week, then the week after, he has his first grooming and then he starts daycare! It's very exciting for a small dog.

In closing, Banjo is adorable and I love him.

Everybody have an outstanding Saturday!

It's Friday! Yay!

Banjo had another good night, and slept very well. Actually, he seems to have gone back to bed. I only got up once. Which with my good cyst Claudio jumping on my ladder, is pretty much a miracle. Actually, I think Banjo just said Eff this, and went back to bed. Smart dog.

He had his first little accident this morning, pooping on the floor. No big deal, I cleaned it and we went for a walk so he could get anything else out.

This is the first dog I've had who will lift his leg to pee. It's the cutest thing on such a little dog. All my other dogs squatted. He does that too, but is happy to aim for the elevated position too.

Today at work, one of my coworkers is out, so I'll be doing Teams for the morning, and errors in the afternoon. Whoohoo. Then, I get off early so that we can take Banjo to meet the vet and staff. This is just a check up. No bloodwork or shots until 10/30 when he gets a bunch of shots.

I'm looking forward to getting off early. I might finally watch the traitors reunion. It is going to be a clusterfuck, I have no doubt.

After that, we'll come home and I can make dinner, though I need to order some sides in the meantime. Just a few bags of frozen veggies and maybe some fresh. Maybe some fries.

Tonight, we have Brazillian steakhouse style steaks, so we'll see what those are like. I feel like they might be spicy, but we'll see.

I could really go for steamed shrimp, but I don't know if I feel like fucking with that today. We'll see how Banjo does at the vet.

Tomorrow, we shall have Marchen, and that's about all I have planned for the weekend. There's a chocolate festival at the fairgrounds, but I don't know if we want to go to that. I thought the Russian Festival was this weekend, but it appears that I missed that, damn.

I don't really want to leave Banjo anyway. So, it'll be a nice quiet nap filled weekend. Sounds good to me.

I hope everyone at CONfab this weekend has an amazing time. I wish I could have gone, but it just wasn't to be this year.

Okay, time for me to go forth and get myself together. Everyone have a most excellent Friday!

It's Wednesday and I'm wiped out. Banjo is honestly exhausting. He is anxious and is trying to take control of situations and is being a very, very rotten puppy. I slept very little last night on account of the dog that used me as a trampoline at every occassion. I'm hoping the anxiety eases up, or he's going to be locked in the crate, and I don't care how much he whines about it.

The long and short of it is that Banjo is home.

Work seemed to take forever, but finally we were on our way up. traffic was kind of shitty, so I was very glad that the adopter was running late. We still beat her there and got to stand around awkwardly in the driveway, chatting with her father about the weather. I was that person, people.

Finally, the adopter came home and we discussed the conntract and she gave us a little care package of his toys and blankets. Finally, we settled him in his booster seat and he watched sadly out the back window as we drove away, crying softly. Once we got him home, a switch had been flipped, and he was hyper. He would run from person to person excitedly and bounce on them.

Finally, he settled against my leg on the sofa.



Bedtime was exhausting. Banjo is very active and was alternating between licking me and gently mouthig my fingers. This boy needs training stat. If tonight is like this, he may end up in the crate halfway through the night, because I got almost no sleep.

I'm sure I'll be a joy at work today, because I feel like a zombie. We shall see.

For now, everyone have an amazing Wednesday!

It's Monday, whooo. I'm feeling a little rough this morning, mostly owing to the Trulicity shot. I'm really nauseous, my back is still not great, and I've spent the morning gagging on nothing and then coughing my lungs up. It's annoying. I'm sipping my coffee and it's helping with the gagging, but good lord, enough. I get it, you're not happy with me. Deal with it.

Today shall be a busy day as all Mondays are. We'll see if I get thrown on the phones again. At least this is payweek, so that'll be nice. I'm covering R's shift, so that'll be my afternoon and evening, which is a long day, but will cover my PTO for my doctor's appt on Thursday. It's just the nutritionsist, who will hopefully now send me to the endocrinologst, so we can discuss new strategies, since these aren't working.

I also have hopes that the rescue will be calling our references today, so that we can get moving on the application for Banjo. I want a do-over meet and greet where he isn't overwhelmed by everything, and it's just us. Hopefully then he'll be less shy and maybe we'll get to actually meet him.

I posted on facebook that we'd met him and put in an application, and the rescue did comment that they are going to work on it today. They also said that he is the combination of a purebred oops. His mom is a Shih Tzu and his dad is a wire haired Chihuahua. So he's a Shih-chua? Chihua-Tzu? I have no clue.

Hopefully, they can get through the calls and we can have a puppers soon. The house has been too quiet without the jingling of tags and soft puppy kisses.

Yesterday was as expected, a day of doing absolutely nothing. I either sat on the couch or lay in the bed all day. It worked to the extent that I think I can handle work, but I'm still very sore. Towards the end of the day, I was really getting bored, so we did watch more Traitors. I'm to the point that I don't hate the entire second season cast, but I think they're really weak. The traitors have done nonsensical shit, the faithfuls have been just as stupid. We're down to the final episode and the reunion for this season. I have hopes for next season, as they have one of my favorite drag queens in it.

Okay, time for me to consider getting myself together and waking te fuck up. Everyone have an amazing Monday!

It's Sunday! Shit, where did Saturday go?

We had a very good day on Saturday, actually. We got up, and were sitting, preparing for Marchen, and at 11am, Jess saw that the dog, Banjo, was going to be at a Fall festival 20 minutes from us. We postponed game and jumped in the car and drove like a mad person, terrified that in the time it would take us to get there, someone would steal him from us.

It turned out to be a pretty big festival. We parked and hopped on a tractor-pulled wagon for the ride to the festival. The festival was in Hereford, which in MD has it's own micro climate. At home was on the edge of being cool, with a light breeze. Hereford was downright chilly and windy as fuck, so even with a sweater on, I was freezing. It was a very nice festival. We would have never found the stall without Jess noticing that there was another whole section, but finally we were there, and I saw little Banjo sitting quietly in his crate.

He was darling, and small and we introduced ourselves and immediately plopped on the ground in front of the stall. He was sadly very overwhelmed by the sights and sounds (they were relatively close to the stage) and did not want to come over for attention, but we sat there for a bit and talked to his best friend Daisy.

One thing the picture I posted did not show is that this dog has a pretty solid underbite.



Is that not adorable?

I asked for a application and we went to eat, and I filled it out right then, and emailed it back. Then, before we left, we stopped back and dropped off a donation, and again cooed over everyone. The rescue owner mentioned that most people who say they're coming to see a dog do not follow through, so it was very nice to see that we had. (Hopefully that's a promising sign. Also, apparently Daisy is normally a very standoffish dog, but she came right over to us and demanded love.) I'm assuming we won't hear back until at least midway through the week, since they have to call our references and our vet to make sure we're good parents.

After that, we headed home and played Marchen, which was super fun, and ended on a thoroughly heartbreaking moment thanks to poisontaster as her rogue begged the goddess for a moment to see her kidnapped son one last time.

I ended a little early because by then my back had started to really hurt, probably from walking on the uneven ground at the festival, or the jouncing in the wagon ride to the festival. Turned out, Jess had a migraine starting, so that was a good choice. The rest of the day was spent relaxing and occasionally looking at each other and softly saying Banjooo!

Today, my back is in full revolt, and it is uncomfortable to stand, sit or lay down. I'm supposed to DM, but unless it feels much better, I don't think that is going to happen.

It'll probably be a low-key day relaxing and babying it. The festival is still going on today, but we agreed that going back to see Banjo again would be stalkery behavior. I want to, though. I really want to, despite the pain. Also, I do think the wagon might kill me if I tried. So quiet day, and tomorrow back to the madhouse. I'm waiting to order the dog crate off Amazon, but I'm tempted. I found a very cute one that's meant to be a side table. I think it'll be perfect for next to the bed. That way the dog has a safe place, but can also sleep near until it feels comfortable enough to get on the bed with us. Then, it will only be used while we're out. Once we trust them, they can have the run of the house.

Okay, time to drink some coffee and wait for the ibuprofen to kick in. Everyone have an amazing Sunday!

It's Thursday, and I almost feel well rested. Tuesday night, I slept for shit, but last night I fell asleep nicely, and slept through with only one bathroom break. It was good. I could still sleep more, mind you, but I'm okay with out it.

Yesteray, I went to my Future Leaders class. It was just the introduction day, so we had various VIPs coming in and talking to us. I met a lot of the big cheeses, some of whom recognized my name, which was disconcerting. One looked at me and said "Are you the Teresa who handles our cardiacs?" And P, who is our Director came in to do her talk, and said hello to me as "T" which is my nickname. So that was highly weird. But cool.

The presentations were interesting, but I'm looking forward to getting to the real meat of the course next month. Apparently, next month we're going to learn our communication style. They don;t call it the Myers Briggs anymore, now it's Prism. So that should be interesting, although potentially useless. But hey, we'll see.

The house is quiet without Yoda. Lizzy is doing her best, but there's no tag jingling and no deep grunting sighs as he repositioned himself on the sofa and flopped back down, or loud barking when someone was in the hallway.

No word yet from the rescue yet. It's only been a day ahd a half, so that would indeed be fast. Hopefully soon, since we're all on tenterhooks waiting.

Last night, we decided to do the hopeful thing and go out and get a few dog things. New dog bowls, some toys and treats and a skeleton hoodie that will hopefully fit whoever we get, and a brush to keep them tidy and not matted.

I keep checking Petfinder, and she's still up, so hopefully that means no one has gotten her yet. I will love whatever dog we get, but she is still my top pick.

I know a rescue did contact the vet, but I don't know which one. I sent them a thank you email, and let them know that it was okay to share information with the rescues that might call. They wrote back and said that they had already recieved one call and gave us a glowing recommendation. None of our references have heard anything yet, so no clue.

Fingers crossed that it'll be soon. I miss having a dog.

Today, I shall have work, and then tonight we're going to see Street Fighter. I am expecting dogshit, but fun dogshit. At some point, I might have a short phone interview to meet with a potential therapist. I figured with all the shit going on, it might be worth it. Then, I too, can have someone tell me that sometimes, things just suck. (Jess' therapist was suitably horrified about our currently experience.

Tomorrow, will be Friday, and that is awesome. Hopefully, we hear from the rescue.

Okay, time for me to go forth and get myself together. Everyone have an amazing Thursday!

Y'all, I cannot state enough how much yesterday sucked. We let Yoda go yesterday, and he went out in full Diva fashion.

Once I made the call, I spent the day in full pre-grief mode, crying off an on, just a fucking wreck. I finally gave up on work after lunch ad sat with him til my sister got home. He was just listless, laying around and not doing much of anything, and while it hurt, we were secure that this was the right choice. Of course, my sister got home and he immediately got up and barked and greeted her, and we were back to feeling horrible.

( cut for traumatic pet death )

Once it was done, the vet hugged us, and we said our goodbyes. Despite the hard nature of it, the people were so nice, I'll continue using the vet. He hugged us and told us all how sorry he was. His tech petted Yoda just the way he lifed and promised to take good care of him for us after we left. It was the hardest thing I've ever done, and I hated it. And now the house is quiet except for Lizzy, who thankfully was a total clown we we got home, surfing from person to person and giving all the love.

We won't be without a dog long. We have a tentative plan to head north to meet some dogs this weekend. The shelter is getting in a couple of cavipoo puppies, so we may check those out. And we have applications in for a couple of other dogs. I'm kind of hoping for one named Snoopy, but we'll see.

Tomorrow, I have the Future Leaders program, so I will need to get myself together early and be ready to head down to the hospital.

But for today, I will be sad, and miss my bud. Everyone have an awesome Tuesday!