Struggle Bus and Dogs

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Do you ever wake up feeling like you have been run over by a big truck? That is me this morning.  It seems to happen more and more the older I get. Tell me I’m not alone in this! When that alarm went off, it was so hard to get out of the bed.  Everything hurts and I feel exhausted.  I have no idea why.  I slept okay and I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary yesterday.  My hubby and I had our weekly Wednesday date night (a rare occasion when both girls are at practice at the same time), and we tried out a new restaurant.  We were home by 8:00, so it wasn’t like it was a late night.   I can only attribute it to aging.  I am definitely on the struggle bus today.  I did get up, and I did start my day as usual. I have showered and am dressed. Now I am just working hard to change my mindset, but y’all, let’s be real, sometimes it’s just hard. Sometimes you just aren’t feeling it.  All I want to do is curl up in the recliner covered up with a cozy blanket and binge watch Netflix.  If only we could do that whenever we felt like it.  I will admit that I am in the recliner. I am covered up with a cozy blanket, but…the TV is not on and I am working.

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That’s our dog Bella and that is where you can find her 90% of the time.  I will admit that I do not like animals.  Gasp! I know! People think I am horrible for that, but it’s the truth. I can’t help it.  I don’t like them of any kind. I don’t really know why I don’t like them, I just don’t. I’m a little scared of most of them, and I just think animals are gross. I’m sorry! I know that my opinion is not popular.  I grew up with dogs at my house, but they were NEVER inside.  We lived in the country with a big yard and they were always kept outside, and I never really had a whole lot to do with them. We did have one dog named Muffin that was my favorite.  She was a mutt, and she was a sweet dog.  We had her for several years, and she even had some really cute puppies one time.  They were fat little butterballs.  They were so fat that I think my sister named them all various forms of the word chubby (Chubs, Chubette, etc.) My parents eventually got rid of Muffin so that my mom and sister could get a Cocker Spaniel who turned out to be the dumbest dog in the world! No lie.  She sat in an ant bed one time and got bitten a bunch of times.  For the rest of her life all she did was chase her tail while barking because of it. So DUMB! I have never let my parents live down the fact that they got rid of Muffin for that dumb dog and that Muffin died shortly after we gave her away.  She probably died of a broken heart!  Sorry, mom, but you know it is true! Anyway, the idea of a dog INSIDE of my house was too much for me to think about.  I was adamently opposed to getting a dog.  Unfortunately, I was completely outnumbered on the decision to get a dog.  Once I realized that we were going to have to get a dog, no matter what I thought, I decided that I needed to lay some ground rules about what kind of dog we were going to get. If I didn’t lay down the law, I knew we were going to end up with a huge dog that destroyed my house, and I would probably go insane. My rules were that it had to be a small dog, one that didn’t shed, and one that was mild tempered.

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My girls loved (and still do) going into pet stores and looking at the puppies.  We were at one store a few years ago, and they wanted to hold this little puppy there. We went in one of the little cubicles (I actually stood outside the cubicle), and they all fell in love with her.  I did not fall in love one bit! Well, we did not get that dog because it wasn’t the right time yet, and the girls were so upset. I think one, or both of them, left there crying.   We (or at least I) went home and researched that breed and came to discover that it met all of my rules.  Maybe this was a breed I could live with.  A year or two following that trip to the pet store, my husband found a breeder online that just so happened to have a litter of those dogs.  The guy sent us a couple of pictures of some that were available and without telling the girls, we picked one.  My husband drove about 2 hours away to go get her one day. He came home with her in a big box and gave it to the girls.  They opened it and freaked out! I will admit that I loved their excitement, and she was a fluffy ball of cuteness.  That was almost three years ago and I still do not like animals, but I manage to tolerate Bella.  She drives me absolutely nuts, and she is my shadow.  I am the one that she always sits with.  I don’t know why! I constantly yell at her and push her away, but she keeps coming back! IT. MAKES. ME. CRAZY.

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In case you were wondering, Bella is a Cavachon.  Her mama is a Bichon and her daddy is a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.  She doesn’t shed, and she is supposed to be hypoallergenic.   She does need to be groomed pretty regularly or she gets matted, but she is so soft and fluffy.  She isn’t supposed to be a barker, but she barks any time she hears or sees someone outside which is constantly at our new house.  Other than that, she is pretty mild-mannered. She is super friendly and gets very excited around new people.  She thinks she is a cat and loves to rub her body up against walls and furniture just like a cat does. She also loves to sit on the back of the couch or chair like a cat. She’s so weird! My oldest daughter taught her to sit, lie down, roll over, shake, and high five; but she will only do those things for a treat.  She has been trained to ring a bell when she needs to go out which is pretty cool. Thanks to my friend, Heather, for that tip all those years ago.  My close friends and family are still shocked that I have allowed this dog to stay in my house (that’s shows how much I dislike animals); but, unfortunately, I guess she is here to stay. She is pretty cute at least.

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I’m beginning to feel a little perkier so I am going to go tackle the world.  I hope your day has started out better than mine.  If it hasn’t, take that 30 minutes of time for yourself and change your mindset.  I know it is hard, but if I can do it, so can you!

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2 thoughts on “Struggle Bus and Dogs

  1. Girl! I feel the same way in the mornings, especially by the end of the week. Deep down, I just want to sit, covered up and watch Netflix. Like I’m attempting to do right now 13 hours later. LOL!! Keep up the great blog entries!!

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