So, I got a job. Besides the fact that the owner thinks my name is ugly and doesn't like me when i wear jeans its OKAY. Not my favorite, but OK. I am a receptionist at monkey dooz. It's a kids salon and spa. You can have birthday parties, get your haircut in a barbie jeep or in a hummer chair and get sparkle nails all while watching your favorite movie:) Pretty good idea huh? I wont be there forever, but until I can pay for my boards. CANT WAIT!!!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
POOR OZZIE DRAMA
As most of you know, when Hyrum and I first got engaged Hyrum had a dog named Ozzie. We had to find a place to live, but in Provo, UT it can be expensive and near impossible to find a place to live that excepts dogs. I didn't want Ozzie, I even told Hyrum to find a nice family to give ozzie to so we could afford to live in an apartment without a $1000 pet deposit. Hyrum stood by his dog and we later found a place to live. I told myself and Hyrum that I am not Ozzies "mommy" and he wasn't my "baby". I was just plain anti-dog.
As time went by Ozzie became my best lil buddy (sad and cheesy as it may seem...its true). When Hyrum got a job in Boise Ozzie and I road tripped to a new home. 2 exits away from our final destination Ozzie (somehow) had the window rolled up on his neck and started yelping in pain. I pulled over to the side of the road and held Ozzie up so he wouldn't choke or break his neck, I tried to get the window down while screaming for help. The window wouldn't go down and FINALLY a nice young man came and broke the window. Ozzie visited the doggy ER and came home happy and unharmed.
Round 2! Today Ozzie and I woke up and did the usual. Opened the blinds and headed over to the front door where Ozzie usually sits and awaits his time to potty. Today Ozzie decided to take a nice quick swing around and smack his head right on the lower door hinge. I giggled and asked Ozzie if he was okay, and that's when he laid down and and started to seize and lost control of his bladder. I had no idea what to do. So what I think is, when in doubt cal 9-1-1. Don't do this. They think you are a total goober and give you a number to Humane Soc. Your welcome for finding that out for everyone who is a Goober. I call Banfield and they tell me to bring him in as soon as possible. So i pick up wobbly Ozzie and take him to the Dr.
He is still there as I write this and all I can think is Ozzie has an aneurysm and I'm going to have to tell Hyrum that his dog died on my watch. Goodness.
For those of you who don't have dogs and think I'm a nutcase, that's fine. I was like you once. You just wait till you get a little special needs dog and you'll feel me:)
Thursday, January 15, 2009
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