Nada

Nothing is going on. A whole lot of nothing. I shall attempt to write a day in the life of Bella the dog.

6:45 am: I wake up with Peter. But I don't want to get up and pee even though Peter really wants me to. I like my bed. I'm comfortable. Come back later. I need my beauty rest
8:30 am: Now I need to pee. BAD. I'll stick my nose in Sarah's face. She has a heart she'll take me to pee.
8:35 am: I finally get outside to pee. But the ground is wet and I don't do water. I don't do dampness. Oh no now I gotta bark. And sniff. And check the wind direction. Ok now I'll pee because Sarah is going to leave me. And if she leaves me, what will I do!! I can't be outside by myself!!! I'll never survive!
8:40 am: I finally pee. FINALLY. Sarah was really excited.
8:42 am: I guess I'll go back to sleep. But first I need to check on Sarah several times. And I have to pace around the room to make sure the ghosts in the house didn't move anything.
10:00am: Hmmmm, Sarah has prepared breakfast. I guess I'll at least pretend to be interested. I only eat under specific conditions. I don't know what they are, but they had better be in place.
10:30 to 2:30: Time to patrol the house. Pace pace pace. Sniff around the house. Bark at the reflections of people in the back yard. Pace some more. Lay down by Sarah. Get up and lay by the TV. Find my blankie. Play with blankie. Lay down again and take a nap. I love to nap. Get up and pace again. Bark at reflections of neighbors again. Look out front window for Peter. Where is Peter! He is late! By the way I'm still not eating. Take nap by front window to wait for Peter.
2:30pm: PETER IS HOME!!!!!!!!!!!! PETER IS HOME!!!!!!! JUMP JUMP JUMP JUMP PETER IS H-O-M-E Home! YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!!
3:45pm: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I've been locked away in the bedroom! Why do they do this to me!!! Woe is me!!!! I'm all alone! Abandoned! No one will ever find me in here!
4:30 pm: Grandma and Grandpa are here!!! They set me free!!!!! Now to bark at the reflections some more
5:00pm: Sarah and Peter are home!!!!!! They still love me!!!!!
6pm: Dinner time!!! It is taco night. I sure like tacos. Well I think I do. I've never actually had them. But I'm sure they are amazing. The family sure like them. Maybe if I look at them with a REALLY cute face... nope nothing. I'll sniff the ground in case they drop anything. Maybe I'll nudge them too. gah... I'll just lay here under the table. Woe is me. Why doesn't my food smell as good as theirs?
8pm: ROAD TRIP!!! I love riding in the car, sticking my nose out the window. fun fun fun. We go the Peter's place. Now I must eat his roommates tiny dog. Fun fun fun. I love chasing the dog. Oh boy another road trip to Peter's parents! YAY!! I chased the cat. a lot. I know the cat likes it. I like the cat. So much fun. fun fun fun. Oh now I'll run up and down the stairs! EVEN MORE FUN!!!!
9pm. Back home. Sarah's step sister has a friend over. I must show all of my cuteness!!! Commence running around jumping and looking all around cute. We're all going to have a slumber party tonight, just us girls. YAY! Maybe Sarah will paint my toenails pink again! Awwww the girls went up stairs and I'm not allowed. Now I have to lay pitifully at the bottom of the stairs. Woe is me.
Now off the doggie dream land. I wonder what I dream about....... hmmmmmmm

Flea

No not the bug! The blogger! I don't know if anyone that reads me read him, but I got this from Over My Med Body! who got it from Kevin, MD, so I thought I would share too. I only read him a couple times, and while it sucks for anyone to be sued (even though some people deserve it), what you say can always come back to bite you in the butt, even if you think you're being anonymous. So for those of you who think you're anon, be careful. For those of you like me who aren't, also remember anyone could read it. And jerk guy from the dog park, if you're reading this, you're still a jerk, I'm not sorry I called you a jerk in my blog, and if I see you again I hope my dog bites you or your dog in the butt. Ok I mostly hope she bites you in the butt. And you're still a jerk. Sorry you have to live your life that way.

Pet Diary

My step mom sent me this. HI-larious

DOG DIARY:

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



CAT DIARY:

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...

The Dog Park

This is a venting session for me. So read on if you want to hear about idiots at the dog park



So today the boyfriend and I take the dog to the local doggie park. We do it ALL the time because it is a HUGE nice fenced in area with a lot of other dogs, and the dog LOVES to play. She is just over a year, still a puppy, and likes to play. PLAY!!! But I am honestly thinking about not going back to the dog park for a while. There are a lot of nice people that go there, and a LOT of nice dogs that our dog really likes. But then there are the idiots......

I'll start with yesterday. The boyfriend, the dog, and I have been at the doggie park for a good 30 minutes. Then large hairy black lab came in. Said lab then tried to hump a dog our dog made friends with. Our dog DOES NOT TOLERATE HUMPING! I think I need to give her a sign. She doesn't hump, she doesn't try to be dominate over other dogs, but when a boy dog tries to hump her, SHE DOESN'T LIKE IT! And yeah... if the idiots would read the RULES when they walk into the doggie park they would see that "Do not allow your dog to mount another dog, as this behavior is very likely to lead to a fight. Even if your dog means no harm, the other dog is very likely to take offense." My dog takes offense! Usually it is no big deal at all. The dog snaps and moves to get the offending dog off, and it is all over. So when the lab humped our dogs friend, our dog snapped at the lab. The lab went BESERK! CRAZY!!!! I haven't seen the dog be that aggressive EVER, and there was NO WAY I was pulling her out of it. If dogs are in a real fight, rule numero uno is don't get in the fight with them! You will be injured! (ok I mean I'm not guaranteeing it, but there is a good chance you'll get hurt). Even the boyfriend (uber laid back, nothing is a big deal) gets up because he knows this is a real fight. He grabs some old rope toy laying around and keeps hitting (not too hard) our dog to grab her attention to something other than KILL BLACK LAB. It works, she runs over to us, snarls once when the lab tries to come over too, and then it was done. The lab owner didn't even get up ONCE, call his stupid dog, or do ANYTHING. And our dog ended up with two puncture wounds and a scratch, all on the back of her neck. This dog is like my child, and I was so upset. Dogs can do real damage!!! Just because the dog is big she isn't evil! She is a good dog! But yeah, I was upset, the guy was lazy and stupid and I hope his dog doesn't come back. Ever.

And then today. Our dog is big. She's almost 100 pounds. And she is about 95% puppy. So like I said, she likes to play. Well our dog tried to play with another dog that didn't want to play. She wanted to yelp without being touched, run away very fast, and pretty much act just like the dog our dog is used to playing with. (which is an annoying dog that yelps and barks, and does stupid stuff, but entertains our dog. And they love each other. They are sad when they are apart, so I'm sure when they make all the noise they are playing). Anyway, our dog was playing too hard with the other dog (a boxer) and we knew it, and were trying to gently get them apart. But dogs also run FAST! The boxer owner told us it was ok, she wasn't mad, we got them apart, and boy did they play the rest of the time!! BFF ok!!!! But right as the boyfriend was pulling the dog away from the skittish boxer, this JERK HEAD POO BRAIN in a stupid white polo with stupid aviator glasses trying to make himself look cool even though he was a NERD ALERT comes up and YELLS AT ME that my dog is TERRORIZING the boxer and can't I see that the boxer is absolutely TERRIFIED by my dog. GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Here it is America, the real face of a terrorist (at least a terrorist dog)

She could sit on you and love you to death. Watch out. So the rest of the time I was just really upset that that jerk came up to me like I wasn't doing anything and that our dog was actually trying to hurt the boxer. Again, dogs are fast and hard to catch when they are running. Sorry I didn't jump on top of both of the dogs to break it up. Plus they weren't even fighting!!!!!!!!! We pulled our dog over to the side and everyone in the area asked me if that guy was seriously yelling at me. And of course they all said, "didn't they just see she was trying to play? Doesn't he know anything about dogs? Your dog is really nice." So I felt a little better, but just seeing that jerkface go off to his other elitist dog friends to talk about how horrible and terrifying our dog is made me really mad and upset.

So along with the "Do Not Hump Me" sign I'd like the dog to wear, I'd like her to wear a "I'm sorry I'm big but I like to play and I'm actually quite gentle. My owners adopted me about 2 months ago because my owners gave me up so give them a break because THEY ARE JUST TRYING TO BE GOOD PUPPY PARENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I strangely feel better having written this all out. The boyfriend, in his amazing ability to tune out anything he wants, didn't even notice the guy, so he wasn't much help for validation. I know I'm biased and I love our doggie more than anyone, and I don't want to be making excuses for her behavior, but I am because she's a DOG and she isn't exactly easy to reason with. You know, "Doggie, please don't be so upset when those boy dogs want to hump you. Also, if you could please not be so excited because sometimes your size intimidates other dogs, so if you could just calmly walk up to them and do the doggie sniff crotch ritual, it would really make things easier for everyone." <-- HAHAHAHAHAH yeah right. I'll get right on that. Have you ever tried to reason with a two year old? Or an infant? Dear 6 month old, please stop crying because can't you understand that the food and diaper change are on their way and by crying you are disturbing the sleep of others around you. Yeah it just doesn't work. Plus dogs don't exactly speak English. She is a smart doggie, but her vocab is pretty limited to "Leave it" "Sit" "Lay down" "No!" "Spin" "Go get it!" and every once in a while "come here!" Oh yeah, she also knows "good girl!" because she is an emotionally sensitive dog and will pretty much always choose praise and a good rub to food. Seriously. That made training to get in the car and in the crate difficult. It sure is hard to explain that she'll get lots of love if she just gets in the kennel! (again, the reasoning). Our doggie is also a police doggie because if any dogs get in a fight she jumps RIGHT in the middle to try to break it up and work it out. Unfortunately, some idiots think this looks like she is trying to fight. She's not. She likes to love. But if a dog is acting out of line and bullying other dogs she'll try to stop it. Because she has a good doggie soul.

Ok so to wrap it up, I don't want to make excuses for everything she does. She isn't perfect, but she's also a dog. And a young one that probably wasn't properly socialized as a puppy. We're working on it. She has a lot of love, and is good at heart, even though if she would also defend her family to the end (hey... great danes were bred to kill boars!). So if you're ever in my local doggie park, don't be an idiot. And don't discriminate against big dogs. Especially gentle breeds, they all just want to love and play too. And if you are an idiot, I hope my sweet sweet dog kicks your snooty dogs butt should the need for a butt kicking arise.
Thank you and have a nice day.

Responsibility

I have my boyfriend's dog until he and the rest of my family come down to College Station tomorrow. At first I was so excited, and I still am, but all of a sudden it hit me. SHE NEEDS ME! I have to give her food. I take her to pee. I tell her she doesn't need to bark at the nice people (ok I only assume they are nice... but ya know), and I yank her out of the way when the neighbor's dog hurts her and then she attacks (she wouldn't want to get a reputation for beating up the bully dogs). Ok she didn't really attack, but she kind of did, but she has a scratch and a patch of hair GONE! She has a tiny bald spot! But she seems ok with it :) So anyway, since I'm talking about the dog, here are some of the funny things she did today, that I can remember.

She licked the back window of my car. Not sure why, but it sure looked cute when I saw it in my rear view mirror.

When my friend Vanessa's dog/puppy jumped into the pond, Bella definitely weighed whether she should help get the puppy out, or if she should stay dry. She stayed dry (thank God), and the puppy was just fine, swimming around. Vanessa's dog loves the water. Thank you Bella, for not smelling like wet dog.

I set Bella's bed up all nice beside my bed. Bella is now sleeping on the OPPOSITE side of my bed.

Bella woke up from a nap during our 3.5 hour drive, gave me a super groggy look, and than crashed back down into her sleeping position. SUPER CUTE

Bella stuck her head right in between my two seats to pretend to be the navigator.

My roommate and I were watching a movie we rented. Bella walked in front of the TV about a million times, but when the clock struck 10pm, she was OUT asleep. I guess that is just her bed time. It was pretty funny though the way she just stopped at exactly 10.

Ok that's all I can think of right now. Oh she just barked at the dryer. But it is ok because I'm part of her pack and I told her it was safe. She layed back down, on the side of my bed where her bed is not. Dogs.....

Photos

This first picture is from the Japan Festival in Houston. It was mucho fun.

My roommate and I went to Brenham to this 50's diner. This is a sign that was in the restroom.

This is my boyfriend's dog. She is SO cute. And big. I love her a lot. I almost miss her more than the boyfriend. :) She is almost 100 pounds, and still growing. She is very skinny still (grrrr to her old owners) and it got cold (in April, very strange) so we went to get her fleece so I could make her a blanket and this is what the boyfriend picked. I need to buy her more pink things.....

Just to give you an idea of how big Bella is, here is is laying on the floor next to the boyfriend. He is normal sized :) (6 foot, 6'1", you know). She has a very cute pink collar that she isn't wearing in this picture. It is VERY cute. So cute you might explode. I measured her and I think she was 31" at the shoulder (which is the proper place to measure them I learned!)

Ok that is all the cuteness/funniness that I could squeeze out. I have a terrible bout of senioritis right now. It is AWFUL. Especially since I have a biochemistry test Tuesday.
I just thought I would put up a couple pics :) Pictures are always fun

TMDSAS goodness

Thursday, I ran into a friend that I don't see very often, and since he's a year younger and applying to med school, the topic of advice came right up. I have to say, I really really like giving advice. I feel like when I have good knowledge, its almost my duty to, you know, pass it on to future generations. I want to help people learn from my mistakes, give them hints on how they can do well at something. All that jazz. But I also don't get worked up if they don't take it. I mean I gave the advice . . . at least I tried. (perhaps I will make a list sometime of all my big advice) This year was a brand new admissions system, and I think it was really rough on people. The schools all gave out pretty much every available seat in this years class before match. Was it fair? probably not. But it also isn't fair that not every deserving person gets into medical school, while some jerk faced undeserving people who are so anal they probably haven't pooped since '91 do get in. Ok I dont know anyone like that, but you know. I also think Texas needs more med shool spots. I don't know if it would be better to make the existing schools better, or to make a new one. The problem with making a new school, is that it probably should be in an underserved area, such as oh... El Paso or other West/South Texas places. OH WAIT! That's right! Most people don't want to go down there!! But really, this just leads me into a rant on how it all trickles down to families and the priorities they put on education, as well as the education available to them beginning in elementary school. I mean, if you can barely get kids out of high school, how are you going to get them to be successful in college, let alone med school. But that is a much longer story, and it all leads to stories about how people should not think so much about now now now and they should look a little more long term. I mean, if I didn't think long term, how in the world would I know this long road to becoming a doctor is worth it for me. I mean, I'm going to be in school for-ev-er. And that is ok. I'm going to be a doctor!!! *happy dance* I've always wanted this and I'm just one step closer. And thank goodness this is where God wants me to be. I guess if He wanted me somewhere else He would have just put me there. Unless I'm that preverbial (or however you spell it) boulder that's so big God can't even lift it. But jeeze I don't weigh that much :)

Ohhhhhhh... and on a fun note, the boyfriend and I went to get his/our dog fabric to make a blanket. We narrowed it down to either Disney Princesses (light pink fleece) or this cool Yoda and Star Wars (black fleece). She technically is his dog so I told him to pick. When he couldn't I told him black wouldn't look so dirty after a while, so now this giant dog with the pretty pink hearts and bones collar has a silly Yoda blanket to keep her warm (she's very skinny if you weren't aware). And he complained people always called her a boy..... now what are we supposed to do?

Currently watching: CSI miami. LOVE IT! Love CSI, love science, love it love it love it! Plus I can't sleep. Oh me, oh my