Marlanu

Same old, same old

I guess I’ve become quite bored of my new freedom. I’m stitching, watching movies and keeping the pets from destroying the house altogether.

Yet, I don’t have any energy to do other stuff. Stuff that girls my age do, like going out, work out and just take care of themselves in general. So, I guess I’m stuck.

There’s a good side to all things, I suppose. I mean, I am making good progress on my Grigorescu needlepoint project.

needlepoint

I’ve said that I will leave the black at the end but I couldn’t help myself. It’s taking shape nicely and I’m quite proud of it. I’ve stitched about 4-5 hours each day for the past few weeks (my back is killing me). It’s something that I’m actually proud of. If I finish it by the end of the year, that would make it a record for me. 3 needlepoint projects finished in the course of a year.

And then there are these two, Pluto and Marlanu':

Pluto and Marlanu

They seem to get along whenever sleep and food is involved. I can’t actually believe how big Pluto is at the moment. And I don’t think I’ve processed the fact that he is still a pup and that he is still growing.

Oh well,  I do have big plans for the next couple of days. I am planning on taking Pluto to the park. That’s a big task since the park is a 15 minute walk from home and Pluto is not yet used to the chaos that goes on in this big city. Still, I shall try my best.

Health scare

I don’t know how but we just have this really bad luck when it comes to pets. With Marlanu’ we were expecting him to have health issues since he was a stray. But, we weren’t expecting Pluto (Smotocel) to have so many health issues since we bought him from a breeder.

He gave us quite a scare 3 days ago. The day started so nice, everything was OK. There were no signs that he might be feeling ill, until he pooped something out of a horror movie and was throwing up. We went straight to the local vet, who gave him some shots and advised us to not give him any food or water till the next morning. Instead, to make sure we give him mint tea for his stomach pains.

We followed her instructions and it was basically an all-nighter for me, and Pluto wasn’t getting any better. Marlanu’ was the reason why I woke up Johnny and went straight to the animal clinic at 3AM.

Usually Marlanu’ sleeps with John and Pluto sleeps with me. Well, Marlanu’ didn’t leave Pluto alone at all. Wherever the dog went, the cat followed.

Pluto and Marlanu'

At the animal clinic we did multiple tests, including the one for parvo. Fortunate for us, he doesn’t have parvo, but after an X-ray we learned that his intestines we’re bloated in some areas and blocked in others, and he had a lot of gas in him. Which made his tummy hurt really bad and made him really sick.

Pluto

The vet didn’t allow us to take him back home since he got so sick in such a short period of time. We didn’t argue with him, since we we’re both tired and unable to properly look after him. We did visit Pluto the second day, he was better but still needed treatment. We we’re only able to take him back home yesterday morning. He is better, but he is on a diet, he has to go to the vet daily (for his treatment) and we also are treating him at home for his ear infection. And I won’t mention his skin condition for which we will have to get other tests done to see what exactly is the cause.

Pluto

While I am happy that Pluto is back home and is feeling better, playing around, eating properly and just being a normal pup, I am pissed that there is nothing that we can do to report the breeder. Apparently, the dog should’ve come with a warranty (seriously?!?) and there is no law that can force the breeders to improve the conditions they keep their dogs (as long as they are feed and given water, plus the fake health certificates).

The warranty part pisses me off the most. I got a dog not an appliance. Since when do living things need a warranty? I understand the pedigree part, but why a warranty?

Seriously, what’s wrong with people these days?

A new chapter

I’ve almost finished cleaning the house. I still have the laundry so I can take a small break for my house chores.

While I’m writing this, Marlanu’ is drinking water and Pluto (also known as Smotocel) is sleeping on my foot. You might wonder who Pluto is. Well, he is a 2 months old Labrador puppy. Yes, we got a dog. After many months and a lot of begging, Johnny caved in and now we are 4.

Pluto Smotocel

As you might imagine I am really happy with the outcome. We’ve bragged about him to everyone, except to my parents. In fact, it would be for the best if they didn’t find out just yet. I know it’s their house and they’ve allowed us to stay (we pay everything and take care of everything), even with a cat, but I don’t know how they’ll react to a dog that will grow to be 30 kg.

I hope we’ve done a lot of good things so they won’t be that mad when they find out. Because, they will find out and they will be mad. It’s just a matter of time.

Pluto is a really small pup for his age, even if we bought him from a “breeder”. He came to us dirty, with a fake health certificate and no pedigree. We don’t care about the pedigree, but he wasn’t dewormed and he doesn’t have his first vaccine. The vet we went today told us that the signatures and stamps on his health certificate don’t have certain things that all vets normally have.

That means we have to start from scratch with Pluto as we did with Marlanu’. That’s not a problem for us. We wouldn’t have gotten a dog if we couldn’t afford it. It’s just annoying we’ve gave money to someone that does this kind of things.

I’m also happy that Marlanu’ is not aggressive towards Pluto. We we’re worried on how the cat would react to the dog. Well, we left them together alone for 5-6 hours and nothing bad happened. Even the house was in one piece.

I just can’t wait to take him for walks and for him to learn to sleep alone. When people say dogs are like children they aren’t joking.

It’s official!

I don’t even know how to start this post. I think I should be happy, but I can’t seem to feel a little uneasy as well. It might be from the weather (we’re in June and it’s still cold and gloomy) or from being tired (I work on the night shift now).

I just quit my job. I have one more month at work (last day of work is on the 22nd of July). I did promise myself that I will not work longer than 2 years in customer service, and I should be proud for keeping that promise. But, I will miss my co-workers/friends and it feels I will not find people like them anywhere else.

It’s funny because at the first job I had, I loved what I was doing by not the people that I’ve worked with. And now, I love the people I work with but I hate the job. I should make a new promise to myself to not lose touch with my friends.

And there’s more..

We (me and Johnny) are officially living alone. Yup, just the two of us and Marlanu’.

I can honestly say I haven’t had a cooked meal in almost 2 weeks. That’s my only complaint. Not only that I don’t have time (because of the night shift), but I never actually cooked meal that involved more than potatoes and meat. So, at the moment I’m on Google looking for easy and quick recipes, like chicken soup. I also have to find recipes that Johnny would eat. After all, he’s a fussy eater while I could eat anything.

There is also the cleaning (which I love!), shopping (groceries and things needed in the house), making sure all is paid on time and the usual stuff that involves keeping up an household.

I think this is a milestone for me.

~~~~ An update on the chicken soup ~~~~

chicken soup

It’s done! It tastes good. I have FOOD!!!