Life of Lorin: All Moved In, And It Feels So Good!

Let me start by saying in advance that I realize there are a ridiculous number of pictures of my dog in the following blog. However in my defense, I've been without cable and internet for almost a week now, and I had to find some way to pass the time. Apparently that way was taking pictures of Lucy.

Anyway, I'm all moved in now! Logan was so sweet and when he got off work Friday he brought me some "Welcome Home" flowers. They're beautiful!

Ugh, I absolutely hate moving. It always feels like you'll never finish packing, and then when you do, you think you're all settled into the new place and can finally relax - but then you remember you still have to clean up the old place. Blah. I just finished that yesterday and turned in my keys. I always get all nostalgic when I leave an old apartment. I had a lot of good times at that apartment. A few bad ones too, but overall I think I grew a lot as a person while living there. Ultimately I rediscovered who I am, and what I'm looking for out of life. Ahh, and I'll miss living so close to Breadwinners, and Pastazios - even though I didn't eat there as often as I thought I would (which is a very good thing...). And I'll miss my bartender friends at Quarter Bar... but even though I don't live right behind it anymore, it can still be "my" bar.

So while packing up my old apartment, I never realized how much JUNK I had. I'm a very sentimental person (a.k.a. a pack rat), and poor Logan - God bless him - he was very patient with me while I carefully decided what "treasures" I needed to throw away and which I could keep. I think we ended up throwing away 8 GIANT garbage bags of just stuff. Not trash - but stuff! He kept saying he'd never seen anything like it. And I guess I have to agree. I still can't figure out where I put all that crap in a 679 sq ft apartment!!

I've also decided my new favorite thing is Craigslist. I sold so many things on there and made some serious cash for stuff I would have just thrown away. All together I've made about $600 so far, and there's still a few things that people are still interested in. So if you know any fellow packrats that need help getting rid of their treasures, just convince them to make money off it on Craigslist! I'm cured. Just trying to sell anything I can get my hands on!

As for Miss Lucy, she had her vet appointment on Monday. In addition to severe separation anxiety and hypothyroidism, she has now also been diagnosed with incontinence, which is pretty common in Giant Schnauzers. She wasn't having accidents all the time or anything, it was mostly when she was sleeping. She'd wake up and find she'd wet herself and she'd be so embarrassed, she'd get up and hide under the table. Its really sad because she knows she's not supposed to be doing that, but she just couldn't help it. I'm actually relieved its incontinence. The symptoms are very similar to those of diabetes, which is way more difficult and expensive to treat. For incontinence I just give her half a pill twice a day. I did have to take in a urine sample for the vet to analyze, and let's just say collecting that was quite interesting. I'm sure my new neighbors think I'm sick. So now for the pictures...

While the movers were here, I took Lucy to get groomed by none other than Deb Stover herself. If you'll refer to the pictures of Lucy from my last blog, you'll be able to see what a wooly mammoth she was! She was in desperate need of a haircut! So here she is, freshly shorn. Her ears always look twice as big when she's just gotten a haircut. :)

As I mentioned before, without cable, phone, or internet there isn't a lot to do. So I took several pictures of Lucy today. I thought these were funny.

The first one I tried to get an action shot of her begging for a goldfish. I guess she got tired of waiting, and she just went for the fish. No bueno.

This was the second attempt. Much better.

One of the things I sold on Craigslist was Lucy's old dog crate. This was the picture I posted for the online ad. Back when we were actually using the crate (years ago) she wanted nothing to do with it. She'd even bang her body against the crate door until it opened because she couldn't stand being in it. Well when I got it out to take a picture of it, I couldn't get her out of it! Weird. (And look at that shaggy dog! She looks much better post-groom.)

Yesterday I took Lucy to Petsmart, and her favorite part is going down the toy aisle to pick out which one she wants. Usually as she passes each toy bin, she takes a toy from each bin, squeaks it a couple of times, then throws it down and moves on to the next. Well yesterday she wouldn't play with anything except this ugly stuffed soccer ball with a knot chew coming out of it. I tried and tried to give her the cuter, more girly toys to play with. Even the ones that were twice as expensive! But she wouldn't put down this soccer ball toy. Since we brought it home, she carries it everywhere with her. If she goes into a different room, she brings it with her. Well, while I was getting ready today this is how I found her.