Retirement and Dogs Part 12

Mason believes in his comfort never mind anyone else

Mason Did What?

I’ll start by recapping my last blog. I was on my way to having that fantasy we all dream of as children. The marriage, kids, and white picket fence, however in my case the marriage was a relationship with a woman, the kids were dogs and the white picket fence was a cement floor patio. It was all good never the less. I was finally able to get another dog for company for GG. We named him Mason. Mason was a fluffy little crossed eyed dog that deceived my partner with hugs and kisses. GG ignored him no matter how he tried to cozy up to her. She would just move to the other side of the room and watch him. I wonder if she was waiting for him to touch her toys so she could drag him across the floor like a mop. I thought I got the evil eye for leaving her on the weekends to go out but the look I got now was worst. Mason didn’t do much but sleep and try to snuggle with you. I made sure when GG was looking I didn’t touch him for long because the evil eye was worst than the why is he here look. Every look of hers seemed to get worst than the one before or maybe it was my imagination. I didn’t crate train GG so I figured it was no need to do it with Mason even though my partner K thought we should. Well, we let them have run of the house while we were at work, this was a big mistake. I would get home first and ever time I walked in the house the mess was worst than the day before. We forgot boy dog peeing everywhere, torn training pads and chewed furniture legs. It was horrible. I figured out that K was staying at work just so she didn’t have to clean up the mess. Why didn’t I think of that first. Our relationship was going to hell with arguments about Mason. GG would just look at me with a who told you to bring him here look. I could scream. We took Mason to the vet to get fixed, which I hoped would stop some of his bad behavior. The vet said he was still kind of young for the procedure but she would do it because he was well endowed. What the blank did that mean. Was she saying he was a baby making machine or what. I just looked at her with a blank look not knowing what to say. We slept upstairs with Gg.  She slept at the end of the bed on top of the cover. We bought Mason a crate after awhile because the stress of coming home to a mess was to much. We were going let him sleep in his crate at night. Mason cried all night and me having to get up at 3am for my commute made me not a happy camper. We tried putting him in his crate during the day but his crying was so loud we thought someone would call animal control. I mean he was loud and it probably seemed louder at 4:45am when I left for the bus. We had a nice comfortable couch I mean those cushions were so soft your butt sank right in. We had to throw it out because Mason thought it was his fire hydrant. The couch was maybe 2yrs old only and K was not happy. Mason had one paw out the door. We then decided not to crate him but to put up a gate across the kitchen entry way. We were hoping he would not cry if he wasn’t confined, well one night we were upstairs watching television and out of nowhere Mason was coming up the stairs we had for GG to get up and down from the bed. I can’t tell you to this day how he got over the fence and up the stairs. I’m only beginning with Mason’s escapades. You’ll have to read next week for more of his shenanigans. Have a safe week

Retirement and Dogs Part 11

Mason older picture

Just Because

I’ll give you a short recap of the previous blog. GG and I moved in with K, who I was in a exclusive relationship with. We were trying to find common ground, or maybe I should say, compromise. We were going out on weekends and GG was left at home alone. I felt guilty, because she wasn’t my first priority and I had yet to find the balance between her and the relationship. I thought getting another dog for company might help; at least then she would have company. I would bring up another dog, and K would shoot the idea down. I was excited when I asked and finally got an okay. We went to PetSmart to look at their dogs. There were some cuties, but after hearing that they dealt with puppy mills, I thought we should go to the Puppy Barn. Many years ago, I got a golden retriever from them, and my experience was good. The Puppy Barn had all kinds of puppies, and I knew I wanted a king Charles or another Shih Tzu, and preferably a female.

However, I figured I’d let K pick the dog, just because it was her first experience buying a dog, and I figured she’d be more involved and invested if she thought mentally that this was her own dog. I had no problem with that, I just wanted company for GG; those sad eyes of hers were killing me. Puppy Barn, here we come. The first dog she picked was a boy, who was lovable and loved to lick you. We named him Rudy because he seemed like a lover. Rudy had a cold, so the attendant at the Puppy Barn told us to let them have a doctor look at him and to come back on Monday. We were on our way to Atlantic City for the day, so Monday was good for us. The ride to Atlantic City was full of excitement, it was Rudy this and Rudy that. I didn’t realize that all of the excitement was coming from me. I should have known it was too good to be true, and it was. K had all kinds of doubts. The trip to Atlantic City was no longer a fun trip, and by the time we got back home, Rudy was no longer a reality.

As the days passed, we were tense with each other and I only paid attention to GG, which K hates. I’ll be honest, right now K was  and still is jealous of GG and it was obvious to me. Finally, about a week later, she agreed to get Rudy and bring him home. The ride to Puppy Barn once again was full of excitement, and this time I made sure it wasn’t just me. When we got to the Puppy Barn and inquired about Rudy, we were told that he had been sold. I could have cried. K saw how upset I was, and suggested we look for another puppy. I let K take the lead, walking around and holding puppies. She seemed to melt with each puppy she held. We walked around twice, looking and holding. I was still going to let her pick the puppy and name him/her. We kept coming back to a stall that had Shih Tzu’s in it. There must have been about 6 puppies all playing together, with one curled up by himself in the corner. K picked him up and he started licking and K was in love. The puppy was a boy, but it was her choice. The Puppy Barn checked him out and gave us our going home package and instructions. We had a new addition to our home.

He was cute and fluffy and seemed to curl right up in my arms for the drive home. I’m bad with time, but I’d say that GG was about 6 years old now. I couldn’t wait for her to see her little brother. Our little family was complete in my eyes. We were two gay women, with two dogs and a house; no white picket fence, but we had a patio. We finally got home, and I carried him into the house. GG was on the bed, so I took him over to her to introduce him to her and she looked at him and moved far away from him. I was like, “Okay, let’s all sit together and name him,” but she stayed away. K decided that his name would be Mason. When we looked at him closely, we noticed his eyes were crossed. Maybe all of this was a sign of something not good. What was worse than his crossed eyes, was the fact GG refused to acknowledge him at all. Mason would try to snuggle up to her, and she’d move away from him. What did I do? This was just the beginning of the story of Mason, the dog from hell. Have a safe week.

GG being uninterested

Retirement and Dogs Part 8

GG in her stroller

Things Pile Up. No Joke.

If you didn’t read my last blog then you need to so you can understand how I got to this point. I was stressed. I needed a pet-friendly, reasonably priced apartment for me and GG. You ever try to find a reasonable apartment in New Jersey? Then you understand why I was stressed. I was also trying to date, and GG was turning the people down faster than I could get to know them. This was her job, matchmaker, and she took her job seriously. I had one person come and stay an hour and that was it. What did she do? She showed off with her barking and bringing toys for me to throw. The action that embarrassed me was her squatting and pooping near the person’s shoes. I was embarrassed beyond talking. I could only apologize and suggest we do this some other time, since I needed to not only clean my floor but also her butt. I was furious with GG in front of the person, but after the person left and I thought about it, I realized she was telling me a big no. I knew she really didn’t like that person because she hadn’t pooped in the house except for when I first got her. I started to have telephone dates than actual go-out dates. I figured at least I could get to know the person before GG gave her yay or nay. I had six months to find a new apartment and with commuting to New York from New Jersey, which was a two-hour ride each way by train or bus, I was exhausted. I can honestly say I met some nice people and some are still my friends to this day. I didn’t drive much. I hate driving because I have no sense of direction and also, I had strange things happening to me health-wise. Let me give you an example or two. I would make the wrong turn in places that I had been to a hundred times, or one time, I drove up a bridge on the side that was really for driving down. It was scary some of things that was happening. I started seeing a doctor for these things plus painful muscle pains. The diagnosis was fibromyalgia. This was just something else to put on the pile of things that I had to worry about. It was hard worrying about my health and finding an apartment. I was in overload. How I dealt with it all and kept my sanity I cannot tell you. My telephone dates helped a lot, because talking to a real person was a lot better than talking to GG, who would look at me with big cute eyes but could not respond in a language I could understand. The people who I met, at least a couple of them, helped a lot by taking me out to look for an apartment on the weekends. I already knew that there was nothing romantic going on, so I ignored GG’s shenanigans. I can tell you, as good as a relationship is, having good friends is just as important. We sometimes forget about our friends when we have a relationship but sometimes we lose our friends because they don’t understand that priorities have to change when you’re in a relationship. It’s sad either way. I spent much of my weekends looking at apartments and it was frustrating. I only looked at pet-friendly apartments, but there were other things to consider since I was alone. I needed to be close to transportation and I had to feel safe. I figured I’d know it when I saw it, but my time was running out. Let me share something strange about my little matchmaker dog. She seemed to know when someone was just a friend and nothing romantic was happening. I know it’s weird, isn’t it? It could be just that most of the time when someone was taking me apartment hunting or even just going out for a meal they never came into my apartment unless they were going to the bathroom. I guess that made her job easy them not staying. Finally, I found an apartment with fireplace that was pet friendly. I was beyond happy that I was finally leaving that dog-prejudiced development. GG finally gave the OK for a person. You’ll have to wait for my next blog to find out about the person GG okayed to come into our lives. Be safe everyone.

Retirement and Dogs Part 7

GG

Another Year Another Smoke Alarm Check

The time was passing, and there were really no incidents that caused me problems. GG was on the job of being my matchmaker, and I was in a daily routine. All was good. I had forgotten that, each new year meant another smoke alarm check. When I saw the notice in front of my door, I knew it couldn’t be good. I went into the house slowly. For some reason, I could feel myself sweating. I hadn’t even read the notice and all of this was happening. I greeted GG half heartily, and put the notice on the table facedown. I would let it wait until I took her out. I bundled her up in her coat and put her in the carrier. I didn’t worry about people seeing her anymore. I think I just didn’t care. It was cold, so we didn’t go far; a short drive to the little shopping mall, and in ten minutes, we were back in the warm car. I drove home like a person taking their last walk to be executed… very slowly. I realized that I might as well get this over with. I’m now trying to understand what I was so afraid of, and I actually can’t tell you. When you are doing something wrong, anything out of the ordinary kind of spooks you, because you figure you’ve been found out. We finally got home, I undressed GG, showered and changed, and got our dinner. I settled in for the night, so much so that I almost forgot about the dreaded notice.

I sat at the table and read it. It’s smoke alarm time again. I had 7 days before someone was coming in. My thoughts were going faster than I could process them: “What was going on at work that I needed to be there?” “What was I going to do with GG?” GG was bigger and didn’t like to be in her carrier. She barked more loudly now and her playfulness had gone up a notch – no, make that 10 notches. I sat there for what seemed like a hour, but when I finally came to my senses, only 10 minutes had passed. I tried to go to sleep, but I couldn’t, and this time I couldn’t blame GG; it was the notice.

I want to tell anyone who has just gotten a puppy and has to work, to plan on not sleeping much. I had been sleep-deprived since getting GG. I got more rest on the train back and forth to work than I did at home. Whenever I fell asleep, I would feel this little paw hitting me in the face. She wanted to play, and it would be 1am in the morning; she didn’t care. She thought that she was being helpful by being my alarm clock, except the time she thought I should get up was nowhere near the 4am I had to get up. Anyway, back to the smoke alarm.

I had a big problem. I couldn’t take off work that day, because I had a supervisor’s meeting. I just had to pray that she would be quiet. The days went by quickly for some reason. It was a probably my imagination; before I knew it the dreaded day had come. I decided to leave her out of the carrier and leave the television in the bedroom on. I left for work, not knowing what was going to happen when I got home. It was a long day at work and the clock didn’t seem to move. Finally, it was time to leave work and get the train home. When I got home, I don’t know why, but for some reason, I opened the door slowly and walked very slowly up the stairs. My heart was beating fast. I guess that I thought management would be sitting in the living room with GG. When I got to the top of the stairs, I started looking around for GG. I forgot that she was in the bedroom. She was hiding under the bed. I had to coax her out. I did wonder if something had happened, because she seemed scared. I held her tight and started our at  home play session. She snapped out of her fear, and I forgot all about the smoke alarm check. We went back to our routine and all was good… or so I thought.

It was about 2 weeks later, and again, there was a notice in front of my door. I wasn’t worried this time, because there wasn’t anything going on that I needed to be at work for, and I had started working from home. When I got into the house and read the notice, I sat down on the first chair I reached. GG had been discovered, and management wanted to see me. I was pissed at the same time as I was scared, because there were people who had cats. The next day, I went to the management office, and of course, they said they had a policy of no pets, and my dog would have to go. I informed them that there were a number of people who had cats and even dogs. They weren’t hearing that. I left without saying yes to giving up GG. I went home and researched the pet policy in all of their developments, and discovered that cats weren’t allowed either. If they were going to say I had to leave, then what about the people with cats? I wasn’t giving up GG, but I wasn’t stupid either. I thought it was a race thing.

The next day, there was a knock at the door. I put GG in the bedroom. It was the man in charge of the development. He went on tell me about the development’s pet policy, and I told him about the cats. I threatened to call the newspapers and report their unfair pet policy. While I was threatening him, GG was scratching to get out of the bedroom. I may have been wrong, but don’t pretend like other people aren’t doing something wrong and you’re going to ignore it. We came to an agreement that I would leave, but I had 6 months to find another apartment. He asked me to keep her out of sight, because he didn’t want other people getting pets. I agreed. I didn’t care what I agreed to. After he left, I wasn’t hiding her anymore. The hunt for a pet-friendly apartment was on! But you’ll have to wait for the next blog. Be safe out there.

Retirement and Dogs Part Five

Hating her coat plus bad hair day

Smoke Alarms: Argh

Let me say right now I’m all for smoke alarms, however the smoke alarm in my apartment caused me a lot of problems. I just going to reiterate there was a no-pet policy in this development. Why did I get a dog? Simple. I saw people out of my balcony window that had cats. I reasoned a cat is as much of a pet as a dog, so that’s it. Right or wrong that’s how I reasoned, also I hated coming home to an empty house. You know when you’re used to coming home to a person or a pet and that goes away, sometimes you just don’t get over that emptiness. Things were going as well as they could with me sneaking around with GG. I don’t know if I mentioned this, but is was around Thanksgiving, so it was cold out and this was another thing I didn’t consider when I got this bright idea for a dog. She had to go out for my sanity. It was easier to deal with her “I want to play because I’ve been alone all day” by taking her out for a few minutes. This meant coats, which meant dressing and undressing her. No fun, she hated clothes and to this day she still hates putting on clothes. Okay, smoke alarm. You know how every year usually a housing development will send someone to check the smoke alarm? I had a notice on my door one day that someone would be coming in to check my smoke alarm batteries. I panicked. Wouldn’t you? I had to think they only gave you about a week’s notice. I knew I had to go into my 007 mode to not be found out that I had a pet. I stayed home from work, that was no problem. The problem was that it was January and snowing outside. I couldn’t go out with her even to sit in the car. Well, maybe I could have, now that I’m thinking about. I could have cleaned the snow off the car and turned on the heat, and we could have sat in the car which was parked right outside my building. We could have watched the worker go in the apartment and come out. I just didn’t think of that then. What did I do? I put GG in her carrier, which I placed on the other side of the bed and closed the bedroom door. I turned music on and up loud. The smoke alarm was right outside the bedroom door so when he put up his ladder to check the smoke alarm, I stood right there and started some stupid conversation. I can’t remember what it was. I could hear GG barking. Thank God her bark was not loud. The smoke alarm guy would periodically look at the door, and I’d just keep talking. It only lasted about five or six minutes, but that was a nerve racking experience. I was so happy when he left that I took GG, and threw toys from one end of the livingroom to the other. I was so happy we hadn’t been found out. The doorbell rang and I was wondering who that can be? You don’t visit me without calling first. I picked up GG and practically threw her in the bedroom, no carrier this time, just put her in there and closed the door. It was him back for me to sign a paper to say he’d checked the batteries in the smoke alarm. I will always believe he came back trying to catch me in the wrong. I didn’t let him in because there was no reason he needed to enter the apartment, I stood in the doorway and signed. Wow, that was close. I got away that year with the smoke alarm check, but not so lucky the next time, but that’s another blog. Have a blessed and safe day.

Retirement and Dogs – Part 4


You can tell from my last post I was like agent 007 from the television show Get Smart. I did all kinds of crazy things to keep her from being seen, such as pretending she was a baby. I would wrap her in a blanket and hold her like a baby. When someone would start walking in my direction, I’d just say “bad cold.” That was enough to keep people away. You know kids though: that was harder – they didn’t care about measles. I used a different approach. With clenched teeth and a smile, I shook my head to say “no.” It worked, that’s all I know. The other method of getting GG out was putting her in a gym bag. I must say, this turned out to be the best way. I guess people thought I worked out seven days a week, because people would see me in and out, with my gym bag. There were hiccups along the way that were nerve-wracking for me. GG still wanted to run and play in the house, no matter how long I kept her out. She never seemed to get tired. It got so bad that at times, I would sit in my car because I just couldn’t deal with her playing. Yes, I would be sitting in my car listening to music trying to get the energy to confront her. Was I a bad parent? I didn’t care. I was away from home 12 to 13 hours a day. I commuted to New York from near the Poconos. I was being kept up way past my bedtime. I felt like a walking zombie. Pep talk time, Anita: you wanted a dog and you didn’t like coming home to a empty house. Well, GG filled all the criteria. I had to get it together and drudge back upstairs. The next bad experience I had was giving her a chicken bone. Remember, I said people I grew up with gave a dog a bone and kept it moving, well, that’s a big no-go. She was so sick, I was up all night with her. I thought to myself: “this is great – I have a dog for a few months and I’m killing her.” I was so stressed. She looked so pitiful and there was nothing I could do. I didn’t have any of the dog-lovers from my job’s telephone numbers, so I couldn’t call anyone that I thought might know what to do. I had to find a vet and quick. I didn’t care how far I had to go, or how much it was going to cost. I just wanted her fixed. Thank god for the internet. I found a vet about 10 minutes away. My first vet experience was OK, plus the doctor was good to look at. I thought it was love at first sight, but, I digress, I was there for GG, not for me to pick up a date. The vet gave her fluids and a shot, and told me to buy Pepto Bismol. I had to ask her to repeat the directions because I was now wondering if this vet, who I was getting ready to ask for a date a few minutes ago, had graduated from medical school. I reluctantly and I mean reluctantly bought and gave GG the Pepto Bismol. It took about two days before she was back to her playful self. I was so happy to throw her toy across the room for her fetch. The days would go by with our routine of sneaking her out and playing. I was still exhausted, but I no longer had to give myself pep talks, or sit in my car to get away from her. Things were going along fine until smoke alarm changing time. You’re going to have to wait until next week to find out what craziness GG and I had to deal with. Have a blessed week everyone.