Things are, well NUTS around here.
One of my coping mechanisms is I've taken to writing my "to-do" list on the bathroom mirror in a dry erase marker.
There is a road trip packing list, a to-do list, a house chores list, a to-sell list, a word doc on my computer, post-it notes, notes on my cell phone, in my email, scrawled on the back of my hands.
When I think I've got it all, I know EVERYTHING we could possibly need to do before April 30th, of course something new is added.
That's the nature of moving.
It delights in making you feel as if you're running in place.
The other day TILTE emailed me asking for a Stella update. Is she ok? Medication working? No longer snacking on her own poop? And I keep meaning to email her back with a, "Thank you for asking, I love you so much, please can I come over to your house and have you pet my hair and so I can tell you all the sordid details," reply, but alas, I hardly have any brain function anymore.
So TILTE, here's my reply!
Among the list of things like, "research Alaska internet providers, sell boat, pack books, pay apartment deposit, wash exterior windows, repair kitchen wall, repaint kitchen, take items to Goodwill, continue breathing, etc," I am also trying to decide what to do with Stella.
You see, she's on an anti leaking pill she takes willingly every Tuesday night and on top of that she has another pill she takes every 8 hours. Yep.
Every. Eight. Hours.
This has taken us from a dog that honestly dripped urine awake and asleep (I know, ADORABLE trait) to a 98% normal dog. But we're still not 100%. We can't figure out if it's medical or behavioral, and I just wish I could get down on the ground with her and have her tell me what's wrong. Is it Oly? Is she stressing you out? Are you even leaking anymore or is this some kind of submissive peeing? Is it us? Are we not being patient enough? Is it the meds? What do you need my dear?
She also seems to have a constant case of cotton mouth.
And I really wish the solution to this problem was that I give her a stern talking to and tell her to stop smoking so much pot behind the bleachers with that horrible neighbor girl Nicole, but sadly, this is not the remedy.
Plus, she still enjoys eating her own poop.
Sometimes I feel like standing in the yard, looking to the sky and shaking my fist very sternly while shouting, "WHAT THE FUCK DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS? HUH?!?!?!"
There are less than two weeks till go time, and I feel so conflicted.
Do I take her to the vet who's seen this whole roller coaster progress for one last round of tests? Knowing that two visits will easily total $1,000 that could be put towards moving?
Or do I wait till we get to Anchorage and take her somewhere new? See if a fresh set of eyes can see something we've missed? I mean, this state has the Iditarod for crying out loud, might there be someone even more dog specialized for her to see?
How do you know the right way to progress with something like this?
When I talk to friends about Stella and the steps we've already taken to get her healthy (can you say $2,000+ in medical bills all before the age of 6 months?) they look at my like I'm out of my mind.
Who would do this for a DOG?
But you see, they haven't met this dog.
This dog that each person who has come into contact with has been shocked and amazed by the unusual personality of my little medical mystery.
The calm, dedication, love and complete lack of puppy behavior that oozes from my spotted pup.
She is in every essence what people dream of when they think of adopting a puppy and almost never get.
Minus the medical nonsense of course.
I need to fix her.
I just wish she'd tell me how…