holy shit, we can't have a dog!

Well, for two whole days, we had a puppy. An attention demanding, destructive puppy. He tore up the bathroom to the point that I'm afraid to even ask Maintenance to come in there to do previously needed repairs. He was cute but a handful. Fuck, an armful.

I went this morning to ask the apartment manager what we would need to do if we wanted to keep another pet, deposit/fee-wise, etc. The old man that works in the office was out there too and I was met on both sides with the details of the no dogs allowed rule. It's a good thing I asked, cos I was told if they had found out we had a dog in our apartment, an eviction notice would immediately posted. Makes me wonder how long the upstairs neighbors are gonna get away with this "dog sitting" bull shit. Consequently, the puppy couldn't stay and Brad called the original owners to see if they could take him back.

They had kittens, too. Brad asked me, since he absolutely couldn't have a dog as long as we live here, if he could have a kitten of his own. I said sure. I'm a cat person anyway and familiar with how to raise one. We picked one out when we took the puppy back. We're not sure if it's a boy or a girl but it is adorable and sweet, yet unnamed. Long-haired, blue-gray coat with some stripes on the face and belly. About eight weeks old. He's sleepin on my lap right now.

Poor Cleo. She's been through so much stress in the last few days. She hates this little guy too but I think they'll warm up to each other. They're so much alike in personality. He's immediately going to the vet (Friday) if not for his sake, for Cleo's. I wanna make sure we're not bringing home any diseases, plus his eyes are really gunky and he sneezes so we wanna nurse him healthy from that. Meanwhile, we're keeping them separated.

Maybe I'm a horrible person because I couldn't love a puppy but, nevertheless, I'm kinda relieved that puppy is gone and that we can't have a dog. I didn't realize what it is to care for a puppy. I'm just not cut out for it. I have no patience or understanding for how they develop and can't pay quite that much attention to something like that. That's one reason I like cats. They're really independent spirits and don't need you to watch them all the time. They know not to tear shit up and can be left alone for longer periods of time without flippin out. I can deal with a kitten, no problem. And this little bastard has stolen my heart. What's most important is that he makes Brad happy when his dreams were crushed so hard. He finally has a furry animal he can call his own and raise from a baby. He's not a cat person but has learned to appreciate them a little more since meeting the Cleo. He's always said he's never known a cat like her. Well, we have a little frizzy gray doppelganger here now. Perhaps he can love it the same and forget about wanting a dog for at least a while.

Meanwhile, I'm still dealing with an unknown illness that has all but completely killed my appetite and gotten me my first verbal coaching [for attendance] at work. I am not pregnant. I had this confirmed when I went to Student Health Services this morning and had my second blood test done. Ugh, a bruise for each needle on both arms. Thyroid came back ok so that's good news. I need to find out what's going on soon so I can figure out how to cure it. It's making my life very difficult right now.

Well, I need to get back to the folks I was talking to before I decided to finish typing this entry so, ttfn -- ta ta for now.

P.S.: My b-day is Monday! YEEEEEEEEEEEE! reflection time cometh!

Peace x