Bitter
April 8th, 2010
The other night we had thunderstorms, and Sunny was up until … 2:30 a.m. What the FUCK, you guys? I love my dog — really, I do — but the percentage of dog-to-baby night wakings in the last six months has tilted in the direction of the DOG. THE DOG. THE DOG. We’ve had night puking! Kennel cough! Thunderstorms!
THUNDERSTORMS. She was up all night crying, refusing to go to bed, making a thousand trips in and out of the baby’s room, waking the baby and .. and so on, until 2:45, when she was finally too tired to fight anymore. It goes without saying that Sam woke up at 5:30, right? Right, of course it does. Right. If there was a way for me to score myself a trip to the emergency room by scooping out my own damn eyeballs, let me tell you, I would have gladly done it. Gladly.
I mean, Jesus, we lived in Florida, where it thundered on an hourly basis. What pansy-ass dog have we raised, who can’t handle a little lightning without coming uneffing GLUED, right? Especially when she was BORN in the lightning capital of the world, what the everloving EFF?
It’s a good thing she’s cute and sweet, and doesn’t ever complain when the baby plays with her ears, because no matter how many times we admonish, “GENTLE! GENTLE!”, sometimes those ears get pulled. And instead of biting or lashing out, Sunny’s solution is to roll over, belly-up, crying uncle and licking Sam’s face. She’s a keeper, that one, even if we’re all so goddamn exhausted from her infantile shenanigans.
But still, my God, I don’t think anyone guesses or anticipates that one of the most annoying things about parenthood isn’t the baby. It’s the DOGS. And yet, this is such a universal feeling — every single one of my be-petted friends, and I mean EVERY SINGLE ONE, has reported hating their dogs at some point, particularly in the early days. I think it’s that babies suck every last drop of inconveniently-timed nurturing out of us, that by the time the dog needs something (AT 2 A.M., JESUS), we’re fresh out of giving a shit.
(Not that Sunny wants for anything. Please. Bitch be snuggled up in my armpit as I type this.)
Look, I kind of got nothin’, as we’re heading back to Boston early next week. This trip involves the oh-my-fuck search for housing if we end up having to go there and … well, THAT should be fun, trekking all over the major metro area in my sister’s minivan with my kid strapped in the back seat. See also: Looking at houses with no idea if you’re actually going to live there or not, because you don’t know if you’re moving, or not, but you have to look because if you ARE going to move, you have to do it SUPER FAST and … blergh, is really all that is. BLERGH.
You know what else is blergh? Owning a house in Florida that is basically unsellable. That is MEGA BLERGH. I kick around what to do with this albatross on a hourly daily weekly basis, and it almost always involves palm sweating and high blood pressure. The issue, for those new to the story, is this: We bought a house in Florida when we lived there, for a (very) reasonable, affordable below-market price. To live in, not to flip. We lived in it. Market exploded, then imploded. Work brought us back up north. Large percentage of neighbors paid three times what we did for similar houses in our development (Would YOU pay not far from a million dollars for a 2,000 sq foot, 3bd, 2ba TOWNHOME? No. No, you would not. So why did some of them buy THREE at that price?) Said asshole jerkface investors with truckloads of capital and no intention to live in the house unfortunate “neighbors” are now foreclosing, leaving homes in our neighborhood selling for $100K or less.
Yes, really. Oh, foreclosure! You’re such a good deal!
Ergo, we are stuck with this sucker (which is rented out at a small loss, currently, such is the sad state of the Floridian market) and it makes me rather, um, enraged. Because we could end up in a short sale or something similar, which ends up pummeling your credit while simultaneously involving a significant amount of ASS PAIN, but because it’s not our primary residence, we qualify for approximately none of the housing “fixes,” like mortgage modification, principal reduction, etc. But what’s the alternative? Owning this thing for another 20 years, when the market returns? Meanwhile, its mere existence on our balance sheet saps our will to live?
And there is no one to blame! No one saw this coming! OK, fine: I blame banks. And people who bought six houses with no intentions of living in any of them. But still! STILL!
So now we may be off going somewhere else and likely renting again until we figure out what to do with this thing, and OH I AM SO SICK OF IT. I am sick of being a homeowner, a tenant AND a landlord. It is by far the most exhausting combination, on this you must trust me. And while yes, it’s possible that we could afford to buy another house WHILE still owning our Florida house, let me tell you, THAT is the only combination that is more lethal than the one I’ve got now. Yes, let me own TWO houses while being a landlord and … oh my God, just institutionalize me now, why don’t you, please. Just get out the straitjacket and throw me overboard.
I’m sorry, that’s obviously not why you came here, is it? Clearly I’m a little stressed by all this (along with other thrilling blogger events of last week), as just this morning, I dreamed that there was some sort of blogger playdate, and I remember that the Artist Formerly Known As Schnozz was there (she doesn’t have children), along with Amalah and Anna and Jennie and … my dad had an affair with a friend of Amy’s, and somehow her friend ended up pulling a gun and there was a SHOOTING. A SHOOTING! At a playdate! But it was fine, because our kids were wearing kevlar and … oh, it’s so blatantly obvious that I need to relax, right? RELAX. Like Frankie says. It will all work out.
After all, I have my retirement home bought already and everything! Florida, here we come!
(OMFG)
Happy weekend!
*Remy Zero
Entry Filed under: All Riled Up,General jackassery,Sunny The Pug,The anxious anxiety,The Floridian Nightmare,What the fuck?
42 Comments Add your own
1. samantha Jo Campen | April 8th, 2010 at 10:00 pm
I swear to you with every fiber of my being that I would NOT be the pet parent who got pissed/hated/annoyed/neglected the cat once a baby came. How could I? I love the shit out of that cat and made her a princess. Spoiled her rotten. SKIPPED CLASSES IN COLLEGE BECAUSE SHE WAS ASLEEP ON MY CHEST AND HOW COULD I DISTURB HER? HOW?
Uh, you know where this is going. Cut to Theo being two weeks old, I’m running on no sleep and have a kid sucking my nipples off 20 hours a day. The LAST thing I wanted was another being all up in my grill. And we’d forget to feed her more times than I care to mention. So THAT’S why she’s meowing like crazy huh? No food or water? The litter box hadn’t been scooped in days? SHOCKING.
We’re still that way some times. Cat? SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! But then she loves Theo to no end and he adores her beyond belief and her face is like a peanut and I love her so much. Such a good and patient cat.
But yes. I hear you. I honestly thought I was immune to it and no. The exhaustion gets to you no matter what.
2. Accidents | April 8th, 2010 at 10:01 pm
One of my students told me they dreamed I pulled a gun on them. I thought, wow, I think I’m a good teacher and reasonable in my criticism, but nobody likes to occupy THAT role in someone else’d head. Here’s hoping for a less dramatic Internet and headspace in your future.
3. Jamie | April 8th, 2010 at 10:43 pm
pets are unpredictable little shits, yes? and yet we love them so. as soon as I moved in with my parents, Doc made it clear to me that I was second rate citizenry. My dad is the king, man, and the dog is not afraid to let everybody know it. So fucking annoying, and I don’t even have kids! Win some, lose some, I guess.
4. Mimi | April 8th, 2010 at 10:56 pm
What is UP with doggie night-puking? My dog NEVER pukes in the daytime… always in the middle of the night. Usually when I’m going on little sleep because of kid stuff. So, I feel for you!
5. TheOneTrueSue | April 8th, 2010 at 11:06 pm
And then there’s those OTHER assholes, the ones who bought a house they could afford and then lost their jobs because of This Freaking Economy and then had no money and couldn’t find new jobs and got ulcers and got foreclosed on. People like – well – I’m guessing ME in about two months.
We’ll see. It’s very dramatic and exciting. I LOVE IT.
Or, alternatively, insert a thousand other scenarios in which people are generally not assholes, but really just sort of unfortunate.
But IN GENERAL, I know what you’re saying.
6. JCF | April 8th, 2010 at 11:10 pm
Oh, I so feel your housing pain…
Without going into great detail, we are in a very similar situation with our townhouse in Arizona (similar to Florida in the level of suckitude of the housing market). We had to move out of state, had renters, lost them, can’t get new ones, and if our current short sale offer that is being processed by the bank isn’t approved, will end in foreclosure by the end of May. By no means did we make a bad decision when we bought the place. We didn’t buy out of our budget, get an ARM, etc. but here we are, facing foreclosure (hopefully a short sale, hopefully). It is a nasty place to be, but there is NO other option for us at this point.
7. jonniker | April 9th, 2010 at 5:56 am
Oh Sue. I’m so sorry. Of course I don’t mean YOU. Or even MOST PEOPLE.
First of all, I am so hoping that you get to work something out with the bank, because as a taxpayer and citizen, it would piss me off royally if all of the programs we’re paying for and supporting aren’t helping people to stay in their homes. I think everyone should be able to stay in their primary residence, no matter what their circumstance. Modify the damn loans! Defer mortgages! JESUS, BANKS.
I often get in trouble when I rant about this, because so many people are feeling the pain. To be absolutely clear, I really don’t mean the vast majority of people in trouble. My rage is because I happen to have bought a house in an area of Florida which was built up and blown out of proportion by aggressive builders and speculators.
Half of my neighbors bought two or three homes as “investments” without really thinking through the consequences. Hence, foreclosure. I worked with a guy who owned ten properties as a newspaper salesman (hint: not an astronomical salary) and the SECOND the real estate market went bad, he just said, “Well, I’m just letting all those properties go to foreclosure. I can’t afford them!”
OH MY GOD, DUDE, THEN WHY DID YOU BUY TEN HOUSES? TEN. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING.
My rage is honestly and truly reserved for those people. And the banks who let that shit happen (three mortgages for a person who makes $50K annually? REALLY?) (Ten houses to a guy who sells newspaper ads? REALLY). I’ve learned a ton about how many people are affected and how awful it is since the last time I talked about this, and when I speak about irresponsible assholes, I really don’t mean people who bought one house to live in, no matter what the circumstances were surrounding that purchase.
8. AndreAnna | April 9th, 2010 at 6:38 am
I know you kind of follow what’s going on with us but it’s similar. We bought this house at the height in 2006. The market crashed.We owe more on our mortgage than the house is worth. My husband’s being transferred. The basement’s flooded so we can’t even list it for short sale or rent it in good conscious (I couldn’t expose another family to the water/mold that will eventually grow). Not to mention even if we DID want to rent it, we’d never be able to make our monthly mortgage payment.
It’s a sad, sad state of affairs and my husband and I did nothing wrong other than to buy at the wrong time and get a great career opportunity in another state.
So in three weeks, we walk away from our house. We stop paying the mortgage. The house rots until the bank forecloses.
I never EVER thought I’d be one of those Foreclosure People.
There goes the last 12 years of my life I spent eating Ramen some weeks just so I could pay my bills on time and not destroy my precious credit rating.
And now, because of the things you mentioned up there, it will be bulldozed. And there’s not really a damn thing I can do about it.
9. jonniker | April 9th, 2010 at 6:49 am
I’m finding these comments cathartic and soothing, as it’s nice to know we’re all in this big messy boat together. Thanks, Sue, JCF and AndreAnna. I mean, I’m so, so sorry you’re in this mess, but it’s comforting to know others are in it.
10. anne | April 9th, 2010 at 7:07 am
Oh Jonna you know I feel you. I feel you ten thousand times over and over and over. I live this nightmare every day. Including yesterday when I was threatened with a law suit from a company I used to try to rent the damn place out. A law suit! I say bring it on bitches – I can handle it. But SERIOUSLY? Does the headache with all this crap never end?
11. KT | April 9th, 2010 at 7:07 am
I feel your pain with being a homeowner, tenant and landlord. Our renters moved out THREE DAYS before our wedding last fall. We obviously couldn’t deal with it at the time as the condo is located across the country. After we got back from our honeymoon, we put the place up for sale- nothing.
Then we tried putting it on Craigslist. Nothing for THREE MONTHS. While you may bemoan losing some money on the mortgage because of lower rents, try paying both a mortgage and rent for five months. Right after helping pay for a wedding. With undergraduate (him) and graduate school (me) loans. And oil heating because living in the Northeast sucks. Etc.
Thankfully we found renters this month and although we are also losing some money every month, at least we have some money coming in!!!
12. AndreAnna | April 9th, 2010 at 7:11 am
Also, OMG I spelled it conscious instead of conscience. Off to go flog myself with my Chicago Manual of style.
13. SwingCheese | April 9th, 2010 at 9:22 am
I also swore that my fur babies would never feel the sting of being displaced for boyo. Until I hit my threshold of having creatures NEEDING TO BE ON ME ALL THE TIME, OMFG!!!! And of course, boyo won, obviously. It’s better now that boyo is mobile and doesn’t want too much cuddling (which I now MISS), but there are days, when my students have been needy, and boyo is sick, and the last thing I can handle is a cat. But I try to control my rage b/c after a few minutes of a cat on my lap, my stress level drops. But I could live without the nighttime puking. Or hair balls in general, day or night.
14. cindy w | April 9th, 2010 at 9:56 am
We have 2 cats, and ever since our kid was born, I have basically been wishing they would just go away. It’s horrible, because I love them, I really do. But at the same time? There are nights when I feel like, OMG cat, if you jump on my pillow at 3 a.m. one more time, I swear I’m tossing you outside to go play in traffic.
Also? The poop. I am sick to death of dealing with the poop of others. Babies, cats, what-have-you. I am DONE, I tell you.
15. ABDPBT | April 9th, 2010 at 10:00 am
Our kids were wearing Kevlar? Now that would be an interesting opportunity for product placement . . . Kevlar: Your Playdate Isn’t Safe Without It.
16. amandapm | April 9th, 2010 at 10:08 am
Yeah, your part of Florida did see a lot of that “speculative” action – my sister who’s there has told me some tales similar to that of the newspaper sales guy you mention and boy, some people evidently have some very large sets of cojones to be able to just pull that off, seriously. Scarily. Since I’m up here in NY (not a property owner – thank GOD because the market here is only just beginning to erode and is already very, very BAD) I like to direct my ire at the Wall Street/banker/hedge fund types, many of whom are evidently still full-tilt “partying” every night with the Ashley Dupres of the world (Spitzer is my sort of nearby neighbor so it rings particularly vividly) at clubs “specializing” in $1,000 min bottle-service tables. Beverage tabs in the hundreds of thousands for one table on one night – that makes my eyes cross, it’s so outrageous. People losing homes, jobs, everything and THIS is where that money is going. Hate it. So gross. Despicable.
17. Christine | April 9th, 2010 at 10:22 am
Dude, that sucks about the Florida home. If you were closer, being a landlord would probably not be that bad. We’re currently doing it with the first house we bought at a small loss, but since it will be paid off (if we are able to keep going at our current rate) in 12 years, it’s not so much an albatross as an “investment”. Thankfully the market has not crashed here otherwise things would be quite a bit different.
Florida though, man. My brother just bought a house in the greater Orlando towards Daytona area on short sale (or more accurately, the parents bought it for him, thanks MOM, I ask, where is my new house?) but this three bedroom townhome on a lake was just under 70K. Insanity.
18. Natalie | April 9th, 2010 at 10:36 am
I agree with the nightmare of being a homeowner, landlord, and tenant. We have a house in Idaho that I can’t wait to get back to but in the meantime we are renting it since my husband accepted a job out here in Pennsylvania. It is an ongoing stressful combination of numbers and chaos.
As for the dog! OMG! Ours seems to be convinced that she can catch a rabbit (she’s a beagle) and therefore anytime one hops by, she MUST go outside and sniff and whimper…right now, she is whimpering to go outside for the fifth time this morning! Naturally she barks and is restless ALWAYS on the kids school holidays when they actually SLEEP IN…but, wake up, OF COURSE, when they hear her barking at 6am to go outside and hunt and sniff more damn rabbits!!!!
Is work moving you to Boston?
19. Jennie | April 9th, 2010 at 10:50 am
Before the shooting started, the playdate was sounding kind of awesome.
20. TwoBusy | April 9th, 2010 at 11:43 am
Apropos of nothing else:
Boston awaits you with open arms.
21. Lawyerish | April 9th, 2010 at 12:51 pm
Oh, God, the DOG. I have been meaning to blog about this, but I feel too guilty about it. I have very little love/patience/affection left for the dog. It is ALL for the baby. And poor Miles has taken on some supremely annoying habits since Felicity arrived, such as barking his fool HEAD off every time the buzzer goes off (which is OFTEN). Thank goodness Joe is here to deal with the dog; otherwise, he would probably have to figure out how to feed himself and use the toilet. Which may be what happens when Joe goes back to work.
And I was the craziest of crazy dog people until the moment the baby arrives, too. I never realized how those feelings can turn on a DIME. I mean, the dog is still sleeping in the bed with me and has us around all the time instead of being crated most of the day, so his life is still great. He just doesn’t realize how irritating he is now.
Meanwhile, the cat? Who was formerly the bane of our existence? So NOT annoying. Doesn’t need to be walked! Only needs dry food in a bowl once a day! Quiet and non-needy! Love it.
22. Carolyn J. | April 9th, 2010 at 1:21 pm
To help your dog deal with thunder, get an MP3 or CD of thunder sounds. Play it at a low volume on a loop in sessions, then gradually increase the volume over time.
23. SBMaya | April 9th, 2010 at 1:51 pm
UGH….The housing crisis – I cannot refrain from calling it that but only because “GIANTTSUNAMI OF FISCAL WRECKEDNESS BUT NOT FOR THE FLAMING A$$HOLES WHO BASCIALLY CAUSED IT’ seems a bit…long. As for being in the tenant/landlord/homeowner position – I feel you – except for guess what? We get to do it and live in…wait for it…120 square feet. Which includes a desk, futon pad, and clothing rack and bookshelf. My kitchen is outside, as is my shower. The home I *own* is occupied by my slovenly ex and his tenants and has been significantly devalued since I left. Currently the ‘tenants’ have recently done the following to the house I have a vested interest in:
-Painted (part! but not all! Klasssay!) a concrete floor scary flesh tone peach.
-Introduced THREE, count them 3 giant hairy stinky dogs to a teeny tiny yard….against our wishes and requests – because those were made via email and the lady just bulldozed her way in. Thank GOB she’s leaving is all I can say….fun with tenants.
Meanwhile, the Lord of the house is essentially camping in his own backyard, trying daily to get on the modification program for the last 2 years. TWO YEARS and we appear to be not noticeably closer then we have been.
Remind me to get pregnant soon so I can completely lose my $***.
We may all need Kevlar soon
However, I would like to say, on the bright side: I’m hopeful that sooner rather then later my ex and my house will be forced to sell by court, and I can go and get a reasonably priced condo or very very small home and Mr Man and I can stop being the kids who Live in the Backyard and start being the Landlords Who shall Keep their hard, hard, HARD earned home. Or homes.
24. Sarcomical | April 9th, 2010 at 2:14 pm
i feel for you. we are dying to leave here, DYING. for more than one reason. but there’s no way we’d be able to financially pull off the magic tricks necessary to come out of it right now without being forced to rent again. so, here we sit. and wait. and wait.
p.s. my cat wakes me up a MINIMUM of twice each and every night. pouncing, patting my head, knocking shit over… if he was doing that WHILE i was trying to take care of a baby and get some sleep, he’d be permanently relegated to the bathroom.
25. kakaty | April 9th, 2010 at 2:23 pm
I was listening to a story on NPR recently about the trend of homeowners who are under water walking away. The whole concept of walking away from something you can afford makes me mad but the kicker was one of the experts they had on the show was a writer for a financial mag who was getting ready to walk away himself. Now, most stories (Like AndreaAnna our yours) are of people who have tried everything else and may face no other choice – they aren’t walking away because they CAN, they are doing it because they HAVE TO.
But this asshole fully admitted that it was all his fault. Six years ago he got an interest-only loan for which he didn’t need to provide any salary documentation. The interest alone he could barely afford, and then 2 years ago he lost his job but found a new one at a lower salary. Although he’s gotten relief from 2 govt programs he can’t even afford the interest anymore. The house is about $20k underwater and although he said “that’s not too bad considering what others are facing, I’m seriously considering just walking away and letting it foreclose and maybe having my wife buy an undervalue foreclosure in the area”. HE’S A WRITIER OF A FINANCIAL MAGAZINE who is still seen as an “expert”! What. The. Hell?
26. Liss | April 9th, 2010 at 2:29 pm
Oh, I totally feel your pain on the housing issue. We are doing the homeowner/landlord/renter/tenant dance too, and wondering just exactly what that is when we are now (well, last time I had the nerve to look at the numbers) some $200k underwater. We bought at an average-for-the-time price and could easily afford it, but life intervened and since we can’t live in the house, well…
Then I read articles telling me that when corporations let property go into foreclosure it’s good business sense, but if I stop paying the mortgage on that house I’m a deadbeat with ruined credit. So I keep paying, even when it means looking hard at whether it’s wrong to feed my kids nothing but pasta or rice and beans three days in a row. Meanwhile I wonder whether I’m stupid (as I was informed by not one but two realtors) for not walking away now and cutting my losses and getting on with my life.
27. -R- | April 9th, 2010 at 3:22 pm
My son LOVES LOVES LOVES dogs, and people keep asking us if we’re going to get one. Now I can just show them your post to explain why we aren’t. I already lose enough sleep with a kid; I am not getting a dog too!
We have one house and can afford the payments, but we can never sell it, in part because of all the foreclosures around us. And it sucks that our mortgage is now much more than the value of the house. I do consider us lucky, even though part of me still wishes we could move.
28. Brenna | April 9th, 2010 at 3:52 pm
Man, I hope I don’t get any hate because we were one of the fortunate ones (so far). We bought a house (that was well within our means) before the boom, but my husband got a new job in a different city, so we had to sell when things were starting to go bust. Luckily, so so very luckily, we were able to sell before things got any worse. We didn’t make anything on the sale, walked away with nothing. But even now, 2 whole years later, I still feel fortunate and thank my lucky stars EVERYDAY that we were able to escape when we did.
29. AndreAnna | April 9th, 2010 at 6:43 pm
I came back to commiserate with the housing crisis with everyone and then was reminded about the pet crisis!
Our current dog is a 1.5-yo standard Goldendoodle that we got as a 7-week old pup. We brought her into the house of chaos. Because of this, I think, she had no choice but to learn to adapt. She’s the BEST dog. So gentle with the kids, loves people and dogs (since we had a lot of those in and out constantly), sleeps all the time, and is generally very laid back.
I think people who have pets and then kids have a different sort of pet, and if you’re lucky enough – as in your case – to have a dog that loves your baby as well, I think you just putter on and get up at 2 am for a thunderstorm now and then. lol.
Can you benadryl her? We used to do that for our old pit pull back in the day when we’d take her in the car – vet said it was 1 mg per pound of body weight. I mean, duh, check w. your vet first, but mine is a holistic hippie dude, and he said it was safe. Dramamine as well. Might help take the edge off and let you sleep if you know a storm is coming.
30. jonniker | April 9th, 2010 at 6:59 pm
Brenna: You are lucky, because as you see here, many of us were perfectly responsible, bought within our means, worked hard and then … boom goes the dynamite. And even people who got questionable loans aren’t always at fault, because of the way the whole market was.
It’s an awful thing. I don’t think people realize how many people are impacted. How many people did everything “right” and are still looking down the barrel of seven years of destroyed credit.
31. Maggy | April 9th, 2010 at 10:55 pm
I was one of the fortunate ones, and I probably tempted fate by thinking how my husband had a stable job. Which he quit. Right after our second child was born. On my birthday. Because he had a bad performance review. Oh, wait, that’s the wrong rant. Anyway, I’m scared of having to move if he gets a job somewhere else, or not moving for because he doesn’t get a job, or being stuck in this house forever, or not having his parents to help us out. I found part time work (with benefits!) but it barely covers expenses.
After the baby comes, your pets become bother wrapped in fur. I say they have to earn their keep. My dogs clean up under the high chair and alert us to any intruders. Oh, those are squirrels.
32. Cathy | April 10th, 2010 at 7:43 pm
See http://www.thundershirt.com.
It’s a swaddle for dogs. It didn’t do much for our dog’s severe psychological problems, but then neither does valium, so he’s an outlier. And it’s cute.
At the very least, ordering it reminded me of a very specific form of pleasure I haven’t had much occasion to feel lately (and thank god): ordering stuff over the internet that was supposed to help my baby sleep at night/take a bottle/nap for more than 15 minutes at a time/stop crying crying crying. Having a newborn sucked in so many ways, but there was that unique feeling of optimism and calm that descended just after clicking submit on the online order (and lasted all the way until the product arrived in the mail and did not in fact replace my high need baby with a totally different child). Anyway, maybe it’s just me, but ordering the crazy crazy dog a thundershirt brought back this intense quasi-sense memory of that peculiar form of relief.
33. Elle | April 11th, 2010 at 6:42 pm
Holy heck that’s a lot of stress to be under with a small child. I hope everything works out much sooner than 20 years from now for you guys.
34. Aunt Becky | April 11th, 2010 at 6:47 pm
I need a nap just reading this. You can come over. I’ll watch your kid/dog for you. No, really, I will. YOU CAN TRUST ME, I’m a nurse.
35. Pam | April 16th, 2010 at 2:44 pm
We had to gi ve our dog doggie downers, specifly for weather related things. She would cry and carry on when the weather got bad. So the vet gave her some meds that just sort of put her to sleep during bad weather..worked great. There is also a natural form of this availablle in good dog stores. I know it is hard, but they can’t help it..somethng to do with the barametric pressure.
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