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Friday, November 9:

Ok, let's start this off with a bang. As any readers of my Journal entries know, there is this adorable little rascal of a Jack Russel Terrier that's, more or less, being dumped upon us in the attempt to keep the canine within family ties. A couple of days ago we had gotten confirmation that, indeed, we were receiving the little one.

Sunday afternoon was the set determined date for Denise (the wife who is currently marching through the family at a gestapo pace and ordering family pets to go bye-bye) and Brian to suffer the drive down from Chicago in order to hand over the 5 year old dog. Knowing they were coming down, I asked my boss if I could have the evening off Sunday to be home and help with the exchange. She pulled through for me, and I got the entire evening off Sunday (only working a few hours in the morning, which I rather like).

Everything was going according to plan. I should have taken this as some sign that something was going to hit or miss, and plans were going to take a upheaval and change.

Sure enough, after walking out to the car after my shift was over yesterday afternoon, mom nonchalantly stated that there was, in fact, a change of plan.

"Oh, wow, we don't get the dog?"

"No, we still get it."

"Damn." Of course, you know I have mixed emotions, as stated before. I want to save the animal, but I feel bitter over the constant pulling around my family has been put through for the last weeks.

"Well, what is it, then?" I continued, wholly puzzled at why, of all times, and now so close to the date that there would be changes.

"They're coming down tomorrow night."

"WHAT!"

It seems Denise can't come down Sunday or Friday (tonight) due to her work. She's a Doctor in the medical field and is constantly on call; understandable, because my last Girl Scout leader was a nurse herself and she was barely living at her house. The Hospital sucked away most of the waking hours out of her.

Anyway, since the queen can't come down, Brian is bringing my cousin Scott and they're doing the trip tonight. Of course I CLOSE tonight, so I'll be getting out of there at 8:30 or so. Not only that, but the drive from Chicago is quite a long one, so I won't be surprised if they stop up at our doorsteps, furry friend in hand, at about 11 at night.

The worst thing you can do is drop a dog off to a new home, on the new family, that late at night. You'd want to do it earlier in the day so the dog can get used to it's new environment and wear itself before the family goes to bed, leaving it alone (or, in this case, with another dog and a finicky teen cat). These terriers are known for spaztastic energy, and I know I most likely won't sleep tonight with the dog whining and what not.

I know I shouldn't whine about all this. Most likely I should be doing a Snoopy dance, happy to get this whole blasted ordeal over with. Problem is, I hate it when people don't think and pull a stunt like this. It turns all the plans my family had put together around, and we find ourselves scrambling to adjust our work schedules with our superiors and bosses. I betcha Brian and Scott really didn't think about this at all...

On another note, I had a Doctor check up today. So far I'm gaining weight again, and my health has improved greatly. I'm not out of danger yet (it can flare back up at anytime if I do one major thing wrong) but so far I have a temporary clean bill of health. I'll have to take the IV drips every 8 weeks, but my large number of medications should go down soon enough.


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