A Morning in the Life of 2 Gemini

So I got up on time this morning.

Daughter overslept.

Son got up on time.

Hubby took daughter to school and I took son to school and up to this point, everything was totally ok.

I get the son to school and I come home to discover that hubby has left me with the oatmeal that I do not eat for breakfast… and no other breakfast supplies. I checked the board where we write down the stuff we’re out of before I left because I pass 2 grocery stores and several breakfast establishments on the way back from taking the son to school. I also checked the pantry, just in case.

Whoever took the last package of oatmeal out of the other box… left the empty box sitting on the shelf. So I had no idea that I had to stop to get myself something to eat…

And yeah, I could have eaten the other oatmeal, but my stomach seriously balked at the idea of eating banana flavored oatmeal this morning. Don’t ask me why.

So… I texted hubby and asked him to leave me a note next time please and he, of course, takes this badly because he’s at work and I really shouldn’t text him about this crap when he’s at work and I know it… but it’s just really thrown a HUGE wrench into my plans because I have NO free time this morning except for the time I’m taking right now to write this post. As soon as I’m done, I have to haul butt out the door and I won’t be able to get anything else done until 5.

So much for working on my book today. *sigh*

So I get my crap together for the 30 minute run to starbucks and back and as I’m grabbing my purse, there’s Mugen digging at the back of my sofa… again. He ate fiber fill… again. He’s taken to butt tucking so that I can’t catch his seriously in DEEP trouble puppy butt while he swallows whatever it is that he’s stolen. The mouth full of fiber fill wasn’t small this time, it was huge.

I tackled him and pinned him to the floor and he’d already swallowed all of it. So, I inadvertently made him vomit while I was checking his throat for fiber fill (usually I can grab stuff before he swallows all the way, if I’m careful)… I’m pretty sure he hasn’t vomited up all of what he ate, but he can probably pass what’s left… so now Mugen gets to ride around with me on all my errands of the day because I can’t leave him alone for the next 24 hours… I have to make sure that he vomits/passes all of this material.

So… I clean up the mess, I sew the couch shut… AGAIN and this time, I’m getting out the upholstery staples before I leave.

Toss the pup in the car… head to Starbucks after a bowl of perfect oatmeal and a white chocolate mocha… and for the first time today… something goes RIGHT!!!

I get on the road… all the lights are green between me and starbucks. Mugen is an ANGEL in the car. He leans over to give me a puppy kiss as we pull in to the drive thru. The gal at the starbucks recognizes my voice on the speaker, even though I’m only there MAYBE once a week tops AND remembers my order and remembers to give me my white chocolate mocha without whipped cream! I even got to exchange a wave with another MINI Cooper driver on the way home!

Mugen has passed out at my feet for a nap and I’m not sure if I should be concerned or what. I do know that he is NOT riding shot gun with me, period. I don’t care how cute he is. I’m expecting another round of vomiting and I’m actually sort of hoping that the run through the twisties at moderate speed later this morning will do the job. So now I have to go line the boot of my car with plastic and canvas… and pack a couple of trash bags and a bottle of Febreeze.

Wish us luck.

Mugen is AMAZING!

Yesterday, I decided to try something different for dog school. I fed Mugen a larger than usual breakfast and skipped his lunch meal entirely. Dinner happens after dog school is over. I thought I’d see how this worked for us.

I got out my hot dogs (hebrew national, 97% fat free! Thanks to Annette! I never would have thought to share MY hot dogs with the puppy if she hadn’t mentioned it!!) and started slicing them up and prepping them to go in the nuker and Mugen started salivating all over the place. So I had him do a few sits and downs for me and I gave him a couple bits of hot dog and then we got into the car and left.

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Ladies and Gentlemen

Good evening!

Gah! I am so excited and I don’t even know where to start! I just won NaNoWrimo again this year! This book isn’t even done yet and I’m at 50,389 words! The word count will continue to climb. I had considered publishing this piece on my blog, but as the story has grown, I have realized I have a very publishable piece of young adult fiction that I am going to try to get an agent lined up to look at.

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TGIF! … Not.

Today is the day I usually get to sleep in until 7. Mugen is quite happy to sleep in when my alarm doesn’t go off. So I settled in last night for my sleep in morning and everything was great and then… I get awakened at 6:30 by a puppy licking me in the face.

Now… don’t get me wrong, this was cute and wonderful, but I wondered how on Earth he had gotten out of his crate and into the bed with me. I had an immediate suspect and he had just shut the bedroom door.

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Miss Lucy Girl

It started at the end of August. I hadn’t even thought of adopting a second dog yet. Mugen had been home for just under a month at that point, and I had no idea that anything this heart wrenching was going to happen. I was wrapped up in chocolate Lab puppy dreams and sweet puppy kisses.

I didn’t know anything at all.

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The Morning Routine

The morning routine in this house doesn’t get deviated from, even on weekends. This is why I was up at 6:30 am this morning. Mugen must be let out, must have breakfast and must have a play time while I read my forums and drink my coffee.

It will take me 20 or 30 minutes to write this post in between sips of coffee and finding where Mugen’s lost his wubba this time and tossing it for him, but it wears him down so he will take a short nap in his crate while I shower… and then the fun begins.

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Three Months Gone.

Reilly,

It’s been almost three months since you left and I still miss you every single day. It gets hard every time I see another big black dog. It’s hard to drive my car because I’m used to having you breathe in my hair when I zip through the bends. The kids miss you sneaking into their bedrooms to sleep on their beds and I miss your nose pushing into my hand to wake me up every morning. Daddy misses your doggie bounce and wiggly butt.

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Death Wish

I know that not everyone wants to know this, but it is important to my story. See… I am PMS’ing this week. My PMS is brutal. My husband wants me to get on medication for it, except they can’t put me on medication for it (I have adverse reactions to birth control and all those warnings that they say women shouldn’t be or do when they’re on the pill… I do or am almost all of them).

This is Mugen’s second run-in with me on PMS.

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Walking Away

There has come a time in every relationship that I’ve had with most of the people I know… where I have had to walk away from them for a while. Either they create too much stress for me or they say things about me to my friends and family that are simply not true. Perhaps they are well-meaning and try to help when I complain about my problems, but instead they say things that go completely against my grain and I just smile and nod and then don’t bother to return their phone calls.

I know this sounds petty and childish, but it’s really not. The truth is, sometimes friends grow apart. Sometimes things change and the really great friend that you once had isn’t such a great person for you to be around anymore. I have a friend who refers to these people as “toxic individuals” and it’s a really good phrase for them, especially because I think that the moment a relationship with another person becomes toxic, that’s it. It’s over.

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Mugen the Amazing Puppy Monster

So he’s home.

I thought I would need more time to recover from Reilly’s passing, and I still miss him horribly, but it’s hard to be sad when you stand at your kitchen counter typing and there is a brand new little baby licking your toes.

When I talked to his breeder, I expected to have to get on a waiting list. She ended up with two more puppies than she’d planned for this summer and hadn’t been able to find forever homes for them all at the time that we’d spoken. In other words, I got lucky. If I had waited a couple more weeks to contact her, she would have found perfect homes for all the puppies and I would have been out of luck. Maybe it was fate.

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