I know I’ve been MIA for a while. I finished up with classes a couple weeks ago, then I went to Vegas for some much needed R&R with my sister and two other girlfriends. We were originally there to celebrate my sister’s 30th birthday, but it was a great getaway and girls’ trip.
Since I’ve been back there’s been some good and some very bad….
I primed and started to spray paint my other end table. Remember the other one I did way back when it was cold?! The spindly legs are the trickiest part…I bought a spray paint and primer in one in a gloss white. It so far has not covered like I’ve wanted. So, I’ll be making some follow-up trip to Lowe’s to buy a Kilz spray paint primer. Oh, and I’ll need a couple cans. I used one entire one trying to do the legs on ONE table! And it’s not even covered as I think it should be.
Now to the bad:
You all know my dog, I’ve posted pictures. He’s a pit. Very protective of me. He can definitely be the sweetest dog. But sometimes his excitement borders on a bit much. He’s bitten before, and it’s getting progressively worse, even though I’ve tried to work with him on it. I know he does it because he’s unsure of the human that’s around me. And I admire that quality, especially where I live (I’m not in the ghetto, but it can be shady at times). But, I can’t have a biter. Last Monday he bit another gentleman (one of the maintenance guys of my complex) pretty bad….and we were outside. There wasn’t a threat that I can think of other than Kane recognized him from being in my apartment before. I don’t know.
My community director called me on Friday (one of the worst days ever for other reasons) and told me I can’t have my dog in the apartment anymore and to call him on Monday and tell him what my next step is going to be.
While it is literally killing me on the inside, I know I can’t have this liability walking around with me…what if it happens again, and the victim isn’t so understanding about it? I love my dog with all my heart, and he has so many years left (he’s 3), but I don’t think he’ll get any better…
Friday was also bad because: 1) there was road construction I was unaware of and I had to take a detour to work–thankfully I wasn’t late; 2) our ATM at work is stupid and frustrating; 3) one of our branches was robbed at gunpoint–all employees are unhurt, just shaken up, and the suspects have been captured; 4) got the call from my community director about my dog; 5) my friend’s grandfather passed away; and 6) it was all on a Friday, a day that I work an hour later than normal anyways.
So there you have it. More to come, I’m sure.


















