Thursday, June 25, 2009

Whew! We've been busy!

The last few weeks have been jam-packed! We had family in town for almost two weeks, grad school started and then topped it all off with a trip to Oklahoma for Phil and Koree's wedding.

We were hoping that once we hit June, things would slow down...WE WERE WRONG! We have had something or someone in town every weekend in June, and July is looking the same!

I do have to say one of the major events that has occurred in the past few weeks is the beginning of my HATRED for Swiffer Wet Jet!!!! About three weeks ago, I was at my wits end trying to find something to clean our floors that doesn't leave them streaky, so I decided to try the Swiffer Wet Jet. Well, after cleaning all the hardwood floors in our house, Diva started acting really weird. I mean really, really weird. Turns out, my Aunt Julie told me that Swiffer Wet Jet is toxic to dogs!!! I took Diva to the vet and they confirmed that any sort of chemicals like that is hazardous, especially to small animals. Now, it doesn't really help that Diva continually scowers the kitchen floor looking for any crumbs, so I'm thinking she probably licked the floor, thus licking up the Swiffer solution, but there is absolutely no warning on the packaging. We really thought we were going to lose her. I laid in bed with her and just cried because her little face was just so sad. Bryce told me after we got back from the vet and everything was fine that he didn't think she was going to make it. Praise the Lord we were both wrong and now she's back to her happy, little princess self!

But, back to my point...DON'T USE SWIFFER WET JET!!! I even sent them an email and they replied saying that it was safe as long as it was used according to the directions. Now what does that mean?!?!!! How else can you use it? Spray, swiffer. Spray, swiffer. It's not brain surgery! Needless to say, I'm trying my best to go completely green at our house. We recycle AND I've started a composter! Bryce made it for me last night, so now instead of having a compost pile, we'll actually have a container that holds our compost. We have worms and everything out there:) Pretty exciting!!

Grad school has definitely picked up in intensity, and there is so much work to do! Between that and our activities on the weekend, it seems like we can't get a break! Maybe soon...hopefully.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Moose.

Yesterday afternoon, I decided to go for a jog/walk around the park in our neighborhood. I've been trying to take the dogs (well at least Moose) so they can get out and get some exercise. The last few times I've taken Moose, he has to stop every five seconds and pee on everything to mark his territory...sooo obnoxious. This past weekend when Amanda and Garin were down, she wanted to take him on a walk, so we did. Saturday night, Amanda took Moose and I took Diva on a quick jaunt around the block. As we rounded the corner, there was a lady with her German Shepherd mix who was obviously freaked out by Moose - not that I blame her, because Moose did start snorting and was very interested in checking out this other dog. They were getting closer, so Amanda and I decided to switch dogs and I now had Moose. As the other dog approached, the lady decided it was a good idea to stop in the middle of the sidewalk. PEOPLE, IF YOU SEE A BIG DOG COMING AND YOU ARE AFRAID, DON'T STOP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SIDEWALK. DUH. Well, of course nothing happened because Moose is really just a big weenie, but the lady was obviously pissed. After that, we decided to go ahead and head home. Okay, so there's the back story.



Yesterday, as we headed out, everything seemed to be fine. I try to take Moose between four and five in the afternoon because the park isn't really busy yet. As we were walking over a bridge right by the soccer fields, Moose saw this little Chihuahua coming and of course, he wanted to sniff it out. So as he's walking toward this dog, I tighten up the leash and only let him have about a foot of length between the handle of the leash and his collar. Unfortunately, this didn't help. As Moose got closer to the dog, what did the owner do? SHE STOPPED. I was trying really hard to keep Moose down and away from them and as he jumped, he was yanked back by the leash. He was then all worked up and jumping around that he tripped me. Yes, tripped me...and I don't mean like a little stutter step. I fell straight down onto my right side in front of a ton of people. I even had to pick pebbles out of my hand like I was a little kid that had just fallen off my bike. I WAS PISSED. And a little hurt to be honest...the ol' hip was definitely giving me some problems after that little episode.



Well naturally, Moose just galloped on like nothing had ever happened. I was so pissed at him I could barely stand to look at the stupid dog. Needless to say, Moose is absolutely-without-a-doubt-no-more-discussion-needed getting neutered.




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