As I write this, my baby nugget (Roomie’s term, not mine) is recovering from surgery at the emergency clinic (my vet isn’t a 24-hour clinic) and I’m so relieved! We won’t know whether or not the tumor was malignant for a few days, but regardless, I’m ecstatic Dixie made it through the surgery. In the end, there really was no other choice than to have the operation. She lost a ton of weight and would continue to lose more and would have a poor quality of life if we didn’t intervene. Last night, my dad (who is not an emotional person) told me that seeing her this way brought him to tears.
It’s amazing how quiet the apartment is without her; I keep looking over expecting to see her curled on the couch. It’s definitely not something I want to get used to anytime soon but at least I’ll be prepared when it’s time for her to go.
It’s made me think about life without Dixie; would I want to get another dog? And if so, how soon after? I always imagined I’d be married with kids when she passed on and while her passing would be very sad, I’d have other priorities to soften the blow. After a friend had her first child, she told me, “I never knew I could love someone more than I loved my dog”.
I am constantly hoping and praying she does make it to meet her human siblings, but if that’s not the case, then I’m going to make certain she is the happiest little dog in the world for the remainder of her days. (Squirrel hunt, anyone?)
In other news, my job is going really well. The company is awesome (I’ve already been asked to join the softball team), I’m busier than I have been in ages, the building is cool (cafeteria and fitness center) and it’s in a central location. It is, however, right by the mall, and that could be problematic for a shopaholic like me. It’s only 6 miles from my apartment, but one of the roads home was closed today and it took me 45 minutes to get home. Ugh.
On Saturday night, I hung out with Serial and a bunch of her coworkers and was chatting with one of them who had a hilarious story to tell me. A few weeks back she had extra tickets to the Toby Keith concert and gave two to the boy and figured he’d take the love of his life with him. The coworker kept trying to reach him during the concert because she wanted to get the scoop on the girl (all the young people in their office have stopped talking to him. Go team Blondie!) and he told her he was making his way over to her.
Well, he never showed up that night and at company happy hour a week later, the coworker questioned him about the concert, all the while playing completely dumb regarding the situation between me and him.
coworker: what happened to you at the concert?
boy: we were making our way over there but met up with some cute girls.
coworker: wait, I thought you had a girlfriend.
boy: no.
coworker: You’re not dating Blondie?
boy: um, no, it just wasn’t working out.
***the coworker continued prodding because she knew that wasn’t the real reason. Finally, he caved. (In case you forgot what the real reason was: he dumped me because this girl he once dated came back into his life who he always promised himself he’d make an effort to be with should she come back. Got it? Good.)***
coworker: oh, so how’s that working out for you?
wait for it…..
wait for it…..
boy: We aren’t together. She went back to her ex-boyfriend.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The coworker seems to think that maybe the girl is trying to either work things out with the ex or trying to leave him, but thinks the boy is sleeping with her on the side. Klassy.
But that’s speculation.
There was a lot of alcohol involved in the interrogation and the retelling.
But in summation: Boy dumped an amazing girl for some chick he was with once before (why’d they break up in the first place? Huh??) who in turn dumps him for her ex. That’s redneck for you.
Karma’s a bitch.
