Craigslist - The Truth About Daisy

I found this ad whilst perusing the ads on Craigslist. It is a real ad..Poor Daisy. I wonder where she is now.
The Truth about Daisy - ItalGreyhound/Chihuahua Mix 4 a Good Home.


Date: 2009-07-02, 8:37PM PDT
Okay, so I have tried to get rid of my dog like six times on craigslist over the past few weeks. I tried telling this story of woe about this adorable little dog and how I love her so much and how she was a rescue and all that. I explained that now with a 2 year old daughter it is just too much to have two dogs and how my family and I need to simplify cuase we live in a condo and life is hard -- so sad. All of this is pretty much true and I tried to make the language in my past postings as well without spilling the beans about what the real story is with this dog because if most people knew, there is no way they would take this little freak. Like I said, everything described above is for the most part true except for the part about me loving her so much; I don't. I hate her. And while many who meet her find her very adorable, the truth is, this dog is seriously problematic. So after having tried to post something nice about this dog in my attempt to rid myself of her, I am now going to just be brutally honest and hope that there is some freak out there who will find it an appealing prospect to own and care for a poo eating, garbage toppling, pill popping (literally a whole bottle of prescription pain killers), disrespectful, not trained at all, constantly under-foot, marginally violent, always surly, rarely happy, eating and begging machine. Below I have compiled a list which is only but a sampling of the things Daisy does regularly that makes her truly the worst dog I have ever owned. I would go into detail, but she is not worth the time. Daisy is the worst dog in part because she::
1. Eats poo -- baby (as in diaper -- see below), chicken, human, cat, dog, etc.
2. Drags poo -- as in she brings it inside, such as the diapers that used to end up shredded to pieces on our bed
3. Eats garbage -- Any trash can and its contents left in her reach will be toppled and destroyed 4. Opens the refrigerator -- I have to have a Velcro strap on it to keep her out otherwise she will open the door less than 30 seconds after I leave and eat everything in it
5. Is mean -- Simply put, she has no use for people, unless of course they have food
6. Will not die -- run over by a truck, $2,500 and 8 weeks of intensive recovery, run over by a Buick and rolled 7 times right in front of me then got up and ran to my car and hopped in the seat happy as a clam and no injuries
7. Rolls in dead animals -- Seals are her favorite it seems, but dead rotten earthworms are a close second place for her
8. Constantly, constantly, constantly begs -- I cannot write the word constantly enough to adequately make the point
9. Growls, threatens to attack and at times does -- Mainly tied to her small size and constant fear of being squashed, thankfully her teeth are dull as posts and her bite, which is rare, is harmless
10. Not at all obedient -- Will not sit, stay, or come (unless food is involved, but that is hopefully clear by now)
11. Picks fights she cannot finish -- This then puts our other dog at risk cause he goes out to protect her when she has cornered a cat, skunk (yes twice) or whatever else she comes across 12. Has serious gastrointestinal issues -- Primarily related to her constant begging and eating of garbage, scraps and poo
13. Injures self often -- In addition to the major issues mentioned above requiring surgery and extended medical care ($6-9K so far) she also has a bad leg which is just an ongoing thing that does not need to be addressed the vet says. I thought it fitting to stop at 13 given how unlucky I have been to have this dog in my life. These are just a few of the key flaws I could come up with off the top of my head. There are many more which I could list, but I am hungry and I need to cook my steak now. It is a steak that she will have no part of, I promise you this. So there it is. The truth about Daisy. I hate her guts. She has put me through hell in the past couple days especially and I am now at the point to where if I cannot find her a good home by Monday, I am taking her sorry fat ass to the pound and leaving her with a sizable donation to cover the pain and suffering that they will have to endure by accepting her. While I do very much hate this dog, I do love animals and don't want her to suffer. My daughter who is only 2 also loves her very much and I could not look her in the eye if I did not do a good job of finding this rotten wretch a home that I knew was going to at least care for her and make her comfortable. This is why the pound is my last option. You however, can be Daisy's hero. Save her from the life which I know I am in many ways at fault for creating. I know it is a life where she is not happy and my family and I certainly are not happier because of her. I know I should not have adopted her from that nice animal rescue in Filmore all those years ago. I should have put her in obedience school; should have, could have, would have, oh the regrets! boo hoo. Be that hero, in the words of Michael Jackson: Make that change. I dare you. If you can't take her, help me find some poor sap that will. Email me and I will get back to you. Pics are below. She is about 13 pounds and 9 years old. Walks okay on a leash -- at least she's got that going for her.
Location: Santa Barbara

I just lost my post cuz Blogger ate it. Or something.
Sometimes, Blogger just plain sucks.

Also, I just saw Kanye West on the Much Music Video Awards. He is the biggest douchebag EVER.

We are heartbroken. Tom Savini cancelled and Bruce Campbell was unreachable. There were tickets that you had to buy, to even get in line to get an autograph. It was $50. I expected it to be pricey, but good grief, I didn't think that I would have to take out a bank loan for the frigging thing. Obviously, since I didn't win the Bruce Campbell lottery, all I got were photos, I never got to meet him :(

All of the actors let you come right up and say hello, they will even chat with you. Nope, not Bruce. We did get to hang with Emma Caufield for a bit. She even let us take her photo - for free!

Check out Spock. How good does he look? Seriously.

I am bummed out about Bruce, but we still had a great time. I just can't help but wonder who will be there next year??

OMG

Tomorrow is the fan expo in Toronto. KC, Spencer, Kayla, Jessica and I heading to The Big City to meet some of our fav celebs including Bruce Campbell, and Buffy The Vampire Slayer alumnus Emma Caufield.

I have a feeling that my darling daughter KC will not be able to keep her composure. I'll let you all know. I will leave you with photos of last years Sci Fi Con until I get back.

Playgrounds are just death traps in primary colours. That is all.

He's Back.

There is so much that I want to blog about - to share with my friends, but I am, once again, on the defensive because my stalker has returned.
I don't know what is so incredibly fascinating about me.
My life is actually pretty boring, same old same old. I suppose that my stalker has no life of his own. Maybe his life is so boring that he needs to create drama.
Dunno.
I just know that even my kids are edge and for their sakes, as well as my own, I can't share some things right now.
I might need to make my blog private - an idea that I have been tossing around for some time now. I have resisted thus far because I have buddies that are blogless, but stop by now and again anyway.
All I know is that if aRsehole Stalker wants info, he'll have to look elsewhere.
Or find a new hobby.

Remind Me Not To Work Here

WWSD

What would Shawn do?

What would you do?

I submit this for your consideration, a true story of something that happened to Shawn just about a week ago on his way home from work.

It was Friday (Saturday?) evening, and Shawn was at a transfer point on his way home from a long days work. He was at the downtown transportation centre, where the buses meet, come and go, to a variety of places in the region. Most days it is quiet enough, but some evenings, it is a rowdy, downright seedy locale. This particular evening, it was flat out chaos.

As Shawn watched from the bus window, a security guard (who had already subdued the teen in question, for whatever reason) was slamming the kids head off of the curb, trying to get him to release the kids' clenched fist.
Now, I have no idea what was in the boy's hand, neither does Shawn. Shawn can say, that it was not a gun, or a knife, or any type of weapon. It was completely enclosed in his hand, not visible to anyone.

The boy was on the ground, not resisting, but the security guard still felt the need to slam this kids head off of the curb several times, just for the hell of it, I suppose.

It was at about this point that a small crowd has gathered and Shawn decided to egress the bus and see what exactly was going on.

I want to stress this fact:
When Shawn got off of the bus, there was NO police presence, just the security guard and the kid, and a few onlookers.

Shawn called out to the (in)security guard to stop, and leave the kid alone. See, here in Canada, you can't just assault someone because you wear a special vest with a crest on it. It just doesn't work like that.

As Shawn was standing there, somebody came from behind, and without speaking or indentifying himself, grabbed his arm, as if it swing him around. Shawn reacted, and pulled the wrist that was grabbing at him, twisting it outward to hold the guy off.

Imagine his surprise when he turned to look at the offeneder, only to find a cop, with his gun pointed directly at his head.

I have replayed this in my head, over and over, rewinding it as if it were a movie...I can see it all clearly, I can see Shawn's reaction, the look of sheer panic and terror on the face of the kid, see the small crowd running for cover as the police officer pulls his gun and points it at Shawn.

I still can't say that Shawn did anything wrong. We have both intervened in cases like this before. I once jumped into the middle of a knife fight because nobody other than an elderly woman was helping the person that was being attacked. It all happened so fast - I really just reacted more than acted, you know? It was just an instinct. I was willing to let the dumb ass kids fight it it out, but an innocent lady was added to the melee, I couldn't stand by.

I don't think that this is much different. I wish that someone had been there to interrupt the mugging in January with Jessica and her friend.

This time however, Shawn, the man I love, came thisclose to being shot.
Is it just me, or is this officer of the law a wee bit trigger happy? I dunno...I guess that since he didn't actually pull the trigger, I can't say that. I just think that the whole thing was wrong. It went down like a script in a bad movie.
Since when does a cop come up from behind and grab a man, an innocent bystander, without identifying himself? Would it not have made more sense to announce his presence, LOUDLY, to the group that had gathered?

Here's what really rubs me.
This officer was wrong. Flat out WRONG. Not only did he not apologize to Shawn (scared the life outta him) but Shawn was made to apologize to the cop - over and over.

There was paper work - an 'incident' report was filed, but we have heard nothing else about this. I always thought that there was an investigation whenever a police officer pulled his gun.
I guess not.

I don't know if Shawn getting off the bus made a difference. Maybe that security guard would have done worse if Shawn had just turned away. I don't know. I will never know.
The one thing that I do know is that I am proud of Shawn for doing the right thing, it just scares the hell out of me that it could have cost him his life.


What Would You Do ?

Update

When Jessica and her friend were swarmed at the mall in January, I really didn't expect much to come of the subsequent police investigation. I thought that maybe the two girls involved (the girls that actually attacked Jessica and her pal, the others, three boys, just kind of stood around and acted as look out) would get a slap on the wrist.
Honestly, I was just happy that the police took us seriously enough to make a report and look for the girls. The mall security certainly didn't do much about the incident until they were notified by the police. They brushed my phone call off quickly enough.

One of the girls was sentenced on July 9 th (I am waiting to hear about the other offender) and she got 18 months probation, a two year weapons ban, and, best of all? She served 52 in custody.

I am shocked. Canada has been notoriously easy on it's young offenders. There is always a publication ban (no names or photos of anyone under 18), which I personally think is bullshit. I don't care about a kid that was popped for shoplifting a sweater or a can of food, but I do want to know if a violent kid is in my neighbourhood.
Wouldn't you like to know if there were a dangerous offender living on your street? Is a rapist any less dangerous if he/she is under 18?

There won't be any names published in this case. I know the girls names, I have not told anyone else who they are, but I am ok with that. I am hoping that this is a lesson enough for these two young ladies (I use that term very loosely) and that from now on they will think about the consequences before they act again. Fifty two days would be one heck of a deterrent for me, that's for sure.

I wonder if the five dollars was worth it?

In Memoriam

January 15, 1934 - July 11, 1999.

It's been close to a week since my last post and I have no idea where the time is going. The summer is just flying by, at warp speed it seems.

Kayla was accepted to college. We had the tour on Monday and got the confirmation this morning that she is IN. I am so freaking proud that I am busting at the seams. No, really, I am.
Kayla wants to be a chef. A chef! She is following in the footsteps of her Dad and Uncle TMOC. They all love the kitchen. I avoid the place like the plague and don't even like making sandwiches for myself. Seriously. Shawn says that it just easier for him to cook cause he can't stand to see me in there crying.

Anyway, enough about my issues. This is about Kayla.
For a kid with learning disabilities that struggled through school, and generally hated every minute of it, this is amazing. Incredible.

Have I said how proud we all are of her?
I know have two daughters in college!

Tomorrow I am heading up to the coffee shop to meet an old friend from high school. We have not seen each other in about 25 years. That is a hell of a long time. I am feeling pretty ok about it though. A couple of months ago this would have been heart attack inducing, but since meeting Kim at the library a while back I have a new confidence in myself. That and some Rx meds from my shrink :)

Shawn is another story...He is bored to tears and wants to be back at work, now. He has gone back for a couple of days here and there, but the pain is just too much and the doctor wants him to stay off his leg as much as possible. His appointment with the specialist is in November. Gah. Sometimes I wonder if time is standing still, the wait is never ending. Other days, I marvel at how quickly it all passes.

I am planning a trip to Colorado this autumn, to see my sister, Kelly. I have never used her real name before, but have always called her Lucky, the nickname that TMOC and I call her. Thing is, she hasn't been so lucky recently. She has gotten along fine for years without me, but my well tuned sister radar tells me that she could use a (large) shoulder to lean on. I can't get there any sooner, for practical and financial reasons, but I am going to move heaven and earth to get there before Thanksgiving.

Friday will be the 10 th anniversary of my Dad's death (and marks the 13 th for Kelly's Mom).
I think that I will try to spend the day doing something that my Dad loved. It feels like the right way to honour him, ya know? I'm not sure what that will be yet, but I will think of something.

Long Lost Sisters?

40

I am exhausted! I had more fun than should be legally allowed with my family.
It's been a pretty good start to 40 so far................

Bruno, Bumble and Lola, caught playing in the tub.

Molly/Bella and her new mom.

The new love of my life, baby Ryder.

Yesterday I spent some time at the cemetery with my Dad, my Grossie (great grandma) and some other old friends. I don't get out there often, it's in Smallburg and I rarely venture out that way anymore. There is nothing for me since my family became fractured and my Granny passed away a few years ago.

I do like the quiet solitude of the cemetery. It's peaceful and I find myself reflecting on my life, my Dad, lost friends and loved ones while I walk the winding pathways. I always clear the clover and dirt of off the plaque for the Smallburg Board Of Trade that bares my fathers name. Seeing his name always gives me some measure of comfort... It has been nearly 10 years since he died and he has not been forgotten. His name is there for everyone to see...I like that.

Today was relatively quiet..As quiet as can be when all of my girls are at home. We don't see enough of KC - she is busy with work and school, and of course, Spencer. Shawn got a pile of gifts from the girls, and best of all, we were all in the same room. At the same time.

Kayla and Cody have two more days of high school and then they are done.

Forever.

It is so hard for me to wrap my brain around the fact that wee little Kayla is all grown up. She is undecided about the fall, she is wants to take something, learn something, but what is the real question. In the meanwhile she is pounding the pavement looking for work.

Cody is taking a summer school course and then is thinking of an apprenticeship. I have no idea how much longer he will be with us, but we are not pushing him out the door. We want him to have a head start and the only way that he can have that is if he has a safe, warm place to live with no worries.

Jessica is almost done grade nine. My baby. How? When? It seems unreal to me. Sometimes I wish that she were 4 again, and I was her whole world. Those days passed so quickly, at the speed of light.

Sigh.

Friday I will be 40.

I don't feel 40 and if you ask most of the people that know me, they will saw that I most certainly do not act 40. Still, there it is...

My mental health has improved expediently in these past weeks,and I am happy with where I am right now, but I still pause to wonder....

I`m not sure what I wanted to be when I grew up, but I am pretty sure this isn`t it.

Who knows what the next 40 years are going to be like? My guess is that whatever the universe has in store for me, it will be anything but boring.

Happiness Is

Hearing from an old friend that you thought had been lost to you forever - even if it is only two simple words...
Thank you.

Busy, Busy, Busy

I went back to see my shrink last week, a couple of hours before we had to get ready for Kayla's prom. I have to admit that I do feel a lot better since I have been on the new meds. They are kicking my ass as far as sleep - I can't seem to get enough - but I am a changed woman! I am no longer crying for hours on end, I actually smile now, and best of all, I have been getting out of the house - alone.
That's right friends, I have been walking the dogs all by my lonesome.
There are no words to describe how incredible it is to finally break free.

Shawn and I got FREE passes to the movies last week and saw Drag Me To Hell. I loved it. I am a huge Evil Dead fan, so this was right up my alley. We have two more free passes, but we can't decide between Up and a couple of others. I have to chose carefully - these are the last of my freebies.

There have been other things to occupy my time and keep me busy.
Last Saturday we had a visit with Heidi and her girl, Tribble. I love girl time with Heidi, and it was especially great to have her girl along. I couldn't help but look at the sweet 15 year old with the gorgeous super model smile. I wanted to tell her to smile more, but I didn't. I should have. She is such a great kid, I love to see her smile.

Shawn and I have had numerous doctor's appointments in these past few weeks. Shrinks, dentists, and a couple of specialists, too. Shawn has had an MRI, CT Scan, an ultra sound, and was checked out by a vascular surgeon. I am not certain what is happening yet, but we do know that there are no blood clots in his leg or knee. We do know that he has a large cyst behind his right knee that will most likely require surgery, but that is about all that we know right now.
I have put off discussing this with my friends, mostly because it scares the hell outta me to think of cancer or surgery, or any more time spent in the hospital. I am ready to go into full on PSW mode if I have to, but let's hope that it never comes to that.

Honestly, this change in meds could not have come at a better time. I just picture myself moping in my room, fretting about this and that. I actually feel ok.

I do.

How cool is that?

Oh, one other wee bit of news. I will turning 40 in 20 days. Not sure how I feel about that...I'll let you know. :P

Kayla`s Prom

Help!

The new meds must be working because I am crying less, and cleaning the house more.
Damn meds.

Not Crazy Enough...?

What a week it's been!

Wednesday evening found me preparing for a walk to the library, to listen to local authors reading selections of their work . It is a relatively short walk, even I can do it in about 15 minutes. I took two anti anxiety pills that KC gave me, took a deep breath, and stepped out the door.

I have not been out on my own since Jessica was in the hospital, over a year ago. I have not walked to the store, taken the dogs for a walk, or hopped on a bus alone in over a year.

My heart pounding, I made my way up the street, passing an old man in dirty trousers drinking minty green mouthwash, the corner store that is open 7 days a week (except Sundays) and the house on the corner with the red tulips and purple iris'.

I was nearly half way there before I realized that I was practically running.

No wonder I was out of breath and sweaty.

I slowed down enough to calm myself. There was nothing, after all to panic about. I was just out for a walk, heading the same library that I had been to a hundred times before to see my bestest childhood friend that I had not seen in 15 + years.

Yup. Back into panic mode.

I made it to the library with time to spare, but had heart palpitations when I couldn't find the right room.

Walking into crowded rooms is another phobia of mine.

I took the 1st open chair, which, thankfully, was right behind Kim.

Kim was the third one up, and in my opinion, the best. I have always loved Kim's work. When I lived in Nova Scotia, she wrote to me almost weekly. I would read and reread her letters over and over. I could picture myself there with her, on her school trip, at the movies, or eating lunch in the caf. Whatever she wrote, I was right there with her.

All of the authors were brilliant. I lost myself in the poetry and stories for over an hour.

We had a chance to reminisce, for a short while. It was like we were 12 years old again, although neither Harrison Ford or Christopher Atkins were mentioned even once.

Our time was too short, but I am so pleased that we reconnected.

Today was a something altogether different.

Today I saw my shrink, the elusive Dr. Soprano (as Shawn calls him).

I had a small list of things that I wanted to say:

My meds are not working, or the dosage is not enough to give me the qulaity of life that I feel I deserve

I need something to help with my anxiety. Leaving the house alone should not be so traumatizing.

I need to be monitored more closely, and more often.

Shawn helped enormously with this. He spoke for me when the words got caught in my throat, and became my advocate when the doctor told me that -

are you ready?

I am not psychotic enough!

Shawn told the doctor that I am, indeed psychotic and I should be monitored more often.

(Sniff, sniff. This is where I get a little emotional. I mean, how incredibly sweet of him to stand up for me like that).

I think what the doctor means is that most of his patients are psychotic and/or schizophrenic. While I may be crazy, I am not at a high risk for injuring myself or others.

The end result of the visit was another anti depressant, Cipralex, an anti anxiety medication that I can take every night and whenever I feel a freak out coming on, and another appoinment in two weeks.

I guess he thought that I was just crazy enough. :)