Trick or Treat

The whole Fainting at the Secret Restaurant thing left a bunch of people asking me if I am pregnant. I'm not sure why... I've never heard of pregnant women going around fainting all over the place, but that's the first question everyone had anyway, so I guess I'm just out of the loop. Anyway, then there was this whole slip-up where I missed a couple days of the Pill, and so I took the missed ones all in one day along with the one I was supposed to take (not the right thing to do), and that messed up my period, and then I started thinking, Holy shit, what if I really AM pregnant?! But I'm not, so we can all relieve a big sigh of relief there!

Anyway, cheers to Alex for not freaking out when I informed him of the possibility. I mean, he was freaked out, but he didn't freak out. If you can see the difference.

Also, Marley wants to say hi.


I'm not sure why her eyes look all freaky in this picture... I think they don't if you click to enlarge, if you're interested.

I don't remember Coconut being this clumsy and awkward. Maybe because she was never going to get that big, her limbs were more in proportion? Marley has long legs and big paws and she leaps around all the time slamming into walls and furniture and falling so that all four legs are sprawled out. I can't get her to learn "down" because she gets so excited about food that every time I try to lower the treat to the ground, she stands up and jumps around instead of her butt sliding backwards. She doesn't respond to sound aversion like Coconut does, so the whole Shake-a-Can-of-Pennies thing doesn't do anything more than scare the dog who isn't doing anything wrong. She doesn't love the spray bottle, but again, as soon as I take it out, Coconut runs away, tail between the legs, and hides behind a chair. Something else that Coconut is, and Marley is not: a complete sissy.

One Weekend, Two Big Events

When I called my mom Saturday night to tell her I had news, she was pretty sure I was going to tell her I got engaged. What a let down it was to tell her that we adopted another dog... And right now you're probably having the same mental reaction that she had vocally, thinking a big old, "...? ...Oh! ...Um, okay! ... Congratulations?"

So she was sort of a rescue, and I say sort of because it's not like we found her starving on the street or pulled her out of a shelter or anything. In fact, the 8-week-old English Pointer was purchased a week before by Alex's coworker's well-meaning brother who then realized he had no business owning a dog and began looking for someone to take her.

I allowed myself to be "tricked" by Alex, who called me asking if I wanted the new puppy (we've been talking about getting another one), told me she was super cute and trained to the peepee pad, and a light shedder, and would only grow to be about 35lbs. "Why don't you just come down and take a look at her?" he asked me. Of course, you can guess the rest, but I'll tell you anyway:

I took her home that night. It's true, she IS super cute, but she is certainly not reliably trained to the peepee pad (something I learned the hard way when I returned home from work yesterday to poop and pee everywhere), and she will probably be closer to 50 or 60 pounds! I am such a sucka.

As of right now, she doesn't have a permanent name, but I'll keep you posted.

Coconut is slowly adjusting to the situation. She is not quite sure if she likes The Playmate or resents The Stealer of My Humans' Undivided Attention.

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On Sunday, we went to a secret restaurant of Alex's mom's birthday. It's not actually a secret, but there's a lot of mystique surrounding the whole thing, and well, I'll just let you read about it here, because that guy does a better job of telling about the place than I will.

Plus, I can only speak to the deliciousness of the bread and the house salad, because right about the time that our entrees came, I got extremely hot, a little dizzy, and when I stood up to walk to the bathroom and splash some water on my face, I passed out!

I don't even really remember what happened... I was jammed in a corner, and I asked A to get up, which meant his mom also had to get up, and when I stood, he looked like he was miles away from me, and next thing I knew, his brother was standing over me asking if I was okay and some doctor from the table next to us was taking my pulse and asking me if this ever happened before (which it has). When I was able to sit up, I was ushered outside where it was cooler, and right about the time I decided I was ready to face the embarassment and reenter the restaurant to taste what was supposed to be one of my best meals ever, Alex's family emerged toting leftovers.

Everyone was all, "Don't be embarassed," and "Don't apologize! I'm just glad you're okay!" But you know. Still embarassed. Still sorry for ruining a delicious dinner.

And also? I'm thinking now that this has happened twice, I should perhaps have myself checked out. It'll have to wait though... my benefits don't kick in until November, and I can't afford the doctor visits.