A week ago today, hubby and I were out and about
, stopped by Petsmart to get something for our dog or cat, when we passed the animals they bring each weekend for adoptions.
For some reason then and there we decided to get a new dog. We ended up visiting two shelters, and found a gorgeous, sweet, spoiled rotten already, German Shepard / Chow Chow mix.
Our dog Chubbs that we've had for seven years has always been a dear friend when my pain starts soaring. She cuddles, and kisses, and is always calming for me. Same with our cat, Rascal, but he does it in a slightly more stuck up "I'm doing this for me" way.
Anyways, we bring her home, after about
two hours, hubby calls to let me know he's figured out the perfect name - "Noneya" as in None-ya- business. Well, I totally disagreed to the idea of making our new puppy his personal joke. But, was able to make a compromise, first to Nanya, Then to Anja (pronounced An-ya).
I have to tell you if there is one thing that can give you something else to think about
, other than pain, a puppy does an awesome job. There's nothing quite as irritatingly cute as laying on the floor in weird positions to try to stop the pain, then having a little pup decide your hair was her prey, and then your toes, your cheeks, and anything else she can catch. The cat and dog decided to join in as well.
Also - I have to give Anja an "A" in pathetic, make you feel guilty looks. She pee's on the floor, I'm thinking darnit I just found a good position, and now I have to get up to take care of this... then "the look". Anyone who has ever been around a child, or pet knows the look. It's that look says "you broke my heart and now I'm sad... so with this one look I'm going to send you into and endless sea of guilt so you have to pet me and cuddle me because I'm cute."
Anyways it's kind of off topic - but it gets me over my selfish pity parties pretty quick.
"When we come to the edge of the light we know, and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, of one thing we can be sure; either God will provide something solid to stand on... or we will be taught to fly.'"
"Cause when push comes to shove You taste what you're made of, You might bend, till you break Cause its all you can take; On your knees you look up Decide you've had enough, You get mad you get strong Wipe your hands shake it off, Then you Stand" From "Stand" by Rascal Flatts
Dx.: Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, Ulcerlative Colitis, Chronic Inflammation of the Colon, Ruptured & Fused L4-L5-S1 w/pinched nerves, Degenerative Disc Disease, Chronic Costochondritis, Back Muscle Spasms, Asthma, Benign Tremmors (hands)