1001 Random Insignifigant Things About Me

Number 998- I am usually really bad with pets..

Ask anyone who knows me, I haven't had the best track record.... I admit it. I usually love the idea of owning a pet but once I get them, I tend to get sick of them in about, mmmm 20 minutes.

Example #1- Ezra- he was a beautiful Cocker Spaniel but he had a piddling problem- meaning he constantly dribbled urine- it was uber gross and after 4 months and an apartment that smelled like piss I couldn't take it anymore- he went to nice couple who were looking for a puppy- I stood outside of Petsmart parading him around till I was able to pawn him off...

Example #2- Akira- well I don't know if he counts soo much, I got him as a running partner. I lived downtown Phoenix and used to go running every morning around 5 am- not the safest idea... so I got a nice big high energy dog to take with me- a pretty Border Collie, I picked up at the pound. We lasted a couple months and I moved back home for a summer to help out with my brothers after my parents divorced. The boys fell in love with him so he stayed when I left. They still have him and he is a old sweetie- but the way they tell it, I offloaded him... Whatever...

Example #3- Cesar and Violet- named after characters in that horrid movie Bound- very expensive Persian cats that my Ex husband spent a mint on to spoil me and keep me happy. Only problem- they were disgusting cats and most of the time ran from room to room with shit hanging from their ass. I loathed Cesar the most- he was evil and constantly hissed at me, I would often leave him outside hoping he would run away but the fucker would just sit in front of the door unbudging till my husband got home and let him in. While pregnant with my first, I ended up getting cellulitis from a cat scratch that almost (literally) killed me. Seriously- I had cellulitis in the orbits of my eyes and my face. I survived, but the first time Cesar took a swipe at my baby girl and drew blood, was the last time I owned two pedigree Persians- they went to the Persian rescue that day...

Example #4- Lucky- My pretty but dumb as a door nail West Highland Terrier. I got him for my big kids one Valentines Day. He was a pretty puppy but stupid as fuck and never figured out the potty training thing or anything else for that matter. We lived on a third floor apartment, and as a single mom working two jobs I just didn't have the time or the patience to deal with him, so he kinda ended up living in the master bathroom. A couple months later I found out I was pregnant with the twins, and the smell of him made me ill, the dirty puppy pads made me vomit and my skin broke out in thick bubbly rashes that spread every time I touched him. He had to go away and find a new home as well.

Well, a bad track record with pets is not something I am proud of but something that I do acknowledge. What have I learned from all of this: I have learned that I need a dog that doesn't make me sick, one that I can respect, and one that I am committed to for the long haul. This Christmas I got a puppy for the kids, a beautiful Siberian/Alaskan Malamute mix pup we named Roxy Rockett. Everyone I know has taken bets on how long she lasts... She is a mess, a big raw, crazy, dominant girl pup that keeps me up at night, with her fussing and howling, one that bites holes in my pants and has to be on a special diet of chicken and rice for her sensitive stomach. My kids adore her! And you know what, I love her like crazy too. I knew going into this I was adding a 5th kid, but ya know, I am actually liking it.... Maybe timing and the right dog are the key elements here.

Number 998- I am usually really bad with pets (but hey I am trying to change!!!!)