3 things.

Today in class we had to do this exercise where we had to write down 3 of the things most important to us in our lives, all on a separate little piece of paper. Then my instructor asked us to pick one and give it to her. We couldn't have it anymore. Which of those 3 things were we willing to give up? Then she read them all out. There was a lot of variety to the answers. People had written down things like happiness, health, education, their house, somebody gave up their mom... which we all laughed at.

Then we had to give her another one. Which of those 2 things were we willing to give up now? Which one was more important to us? Most people gave up their friends or their family.

And then we had to give up our last one. And of course, like I knew they would, so many people had written down their dog. One girl nearly sent me to tears by saying, "Do I have to give you my piece of paper? I just can't give up my dog!!!"

That is the exact conversation I've been having with the universe these last few days. But in the end he made me give up my piece of paper. He made me give him my dog. And I really hate him for that right now.

Mac...

My mom called me today. Mac couldn't even stand up today. He was just in too much pain and they had to make the decision to let him go. I cried all last night and kind of came to terms with that fact I would not see him again. It still didn't keep me from crying today though. I just miss him like crazy already.

Goodbye baby, I love you so much.

Mackenzie.

I've been so busy, I promise to update about school and moving and everything. Just not tonight.

I talked to my mom today. It's her birthday but she didn't have the best of days. And one reason has to do with Mackenzie.

I went home last Friday, and when I got there my parents were taking him to the vet to get looked at. He hadn't been walking well for a few days and it was just getting worse. The vet gave them some pills but told them he has lost a lot of muscle in his back legs. Being a large dog this is a huge issue. It was really hard for me to say good bye and come back here, not knowing if he was going to get better or if I would see him again.

Today my mom told me he's getting worse and it's not looking good. He's dragging his back legs and the vet thinks it might be neurological. I knew this was coming but I still don't want it to happen. He's my baby. They haven't made any decisions yet, but I can't imagine if he's as bad as they are saying that they will wait until after Thanksgiving. I'm so glad I got to see him last weekend.

I hate that I'm not there. I hate that this is happening at all.

It's breaking my heart.

How I like to start my day

Wake up#1 [8:05am]: Wake up to discover my 80 pound dog on top of me on my bed. Apparently the door to my room wasn't 100% closed and he decided he needed to go outside and this was the best way to accomplish that. Need I mention that my parents and brother had left for work probably less than 15 mins before the incident and had been awake and downstairs for up to 2 hours before that? Could he not have gone out then!? Also discover at this point that I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Major swollen glands, stuffed nose, and general feeling of crap. Awesome.

Wake up #2 [9:29am]: My phone was ringing, and I discover my brother on the other end needing some pictures off the computer. Apparently my dad had downloaded them and then deleted them off the camera. Not aware was my brother who had brought the camera with him to work. So after about half an hour, a useless phonecall to my dad (his phone is here beside me), and 2 computers later, I found them hidden on an external harddrive I found lying beside computer #2. Add about another half hour of trying to email the files, only to discover my email had resized them and they arrived minute. Attempt number two led to the discovery that I would have to send them 2 files at a time, leading to the suggestion of me driving the hard drive accross town to him at work. By then the class he needed them for was over and we decided to just leave it for the day.

FML.

Dogs and Drinking

It's been an interesting couple of days.

Sunday, I got home from work to find that my dog Mackenzie wasn't doing very well. He wasn't walking (seriously favoring one of his front legs), and when I went in to check on him he didn't even lift up his head or acknowledge me in any way. He couldn't even go outside by himself, we had to carry him. I was really worried about him.

On Monday, we brought him to the vet right when it opened. The vet wasn't actually going to be in for another hour so I sat by the phone waiting, and my parents went to work. I was in the mindset where we were going to have to put him down. It turns out he sprained his ankle and was in a lot of pain. Once he was given some pain killers he perked right up and was back to causing trouble. I can not even begin to explain to you how relieved I am. He's my baby. I'm so glad he's okay.

That afternoon, my brothers and I went golfing. We discovered there is one thing in this world that we do not excel at. And that is golfing. Good thing there was nobody behind us. It took us almost 3 hours to get through 5 holes. That's really really terrible! It was my brother G's birthday, so afterwards we met up with our parents at a Greek restaurant for dinner. There was so much food I nearly exploded, and had to take most of it home.

J happened to call while we were waiting for our food, but I couldn't really talk to him in the middle of the restaurant. I was bummed because I didn't know when I'd hear from him since he started working nights again. I got a message from him this morning, but haven't actually gotten to talk to him.

In big news, my friend is officially home from Afghanistan! He drove in last night. I invited him out for dinner tonight but he said he'd have to get back to me. A bunch of his army buddies want to meet him at the armories for drinks. Apparently it's a big deal or something that he made it home from war. *shrugs*
I'm kidding! Of course it's a big deal, but I want him to come get drunk with me! I think the decision is obvious. Which would you rather: Going out with a hot chick like me, or drinking with a bunch of dudes?

I know. I'd pick the second one too. ;)