Sunday Night ( Monday is holiday!)

I have tendency to want to use the words La at the end of every sentence now. I am sitting here, half tipsy, with my boyfriend and best girl/guy friend watching Dr.Who. Love, love, love Dr.Who.

I went to Hailey's tonight, and there were a bunch of skinny, white girls dancing with hula hoops, it looked pretty sweet. I was a hula hoop champion in 5th grade...that still counts...right? Although I refused to try to swipe one despite the boyfriend's encouragement. I did dance like a superstar, which led one hula hoop girl to dance with me and another to invite me to her birthday party ( also bc she said I was pretty...although this may have been marketing tactic...WHATEVER). I would get so tired, and would have dance for 10 minute intervals. How did I even have energy to dance at Electric Daisy Carnival last year? Must be the energy of Johnny Five! Also I was super not drunk and completely sober. Although one douche bag, an old Indian dude I used to hang out with, was completely high and decided to tell my brother I was high too and that we had sex. WTF. DONT GO SPREADING SHIT LIES.

Anyways, Dr.Who is love and Matt Smith is adoramable! Got all three dogs being super sleepy sweethearts too. =)



Haha...whats better then photoshopping your flaws...BLURRY PICS!
Ciao,
Sisi

I should explain about how I pay for my dogs' food, toys, clothing ( just for Willow!) and medical bills.

1. I used to have a decent job as a Grad Assistant on campus. I could pay my rent and take care of Willow and Fred. However because of budget cuts and new higher ups, I had to leave. That was a huge blow to me because I ended up needing help with rent and what not.

2. Now I work part time as a baby/pet/house sitter for a vet in Flower Mound. It's nice, an open schedule and although I work less then 10 hours a week on average, when I house sit I can make a nice little bit of money. That goes straight to my pets. Shopping, partying, eating...I love these activities too but the plus side of being a grad student is living in an area that caters to very poor college students. I become aghast if I ever have to pay more then $5 for a drink...unless I'm already drunk.

Anyways I got my camera back, so plenty more pics soon and videos too!

Updating when the year is almost over!

That's my little 6 month old Lionhead bunny, Anya ( TV show reference)

SO I was doing my random internet surfing, when I ran into a popular website, well a blog written by a person in Singapore. I decided I too shall look up my old blog...and well instead of finding the evil old high school one ( all blogs/xangas' from high school are filled with evil) I found my puppy one! And as I read my last post, I cracked up.

I totally have a 3rd dog now. I am still a poor college student, except now I have three dogs and also a rabbit ( Mr. Fantastico the hamster passed away this year, I am taking care of another one for a friend who moved to NY). My boyfriend, is sadly, at times I think at the bottom of my affection hierarchy. It's just there are too many hairy bodies to pet...

I get scared for the future ( also since I'm supposed to be done with my Master's August 2012) My parents still don't know I have all these pets, and they have been supporting me through college. I really need to find a job next year, because besides fulfilling basic human needs and wants, I am responsible for 5 little precious lives. Oh and a boyfriend too.

How do I manage in a one bedroom apartment? I really think its dumb luck at times. First of all the deposit for all three girls runs up to $1,200. So...yeah...they can mess up the apt...because I doubt I'll get any of that back. My boyfriend also has a relaxed schedule so he's around enough to take care of them whenever I am in school or babysitting. There's also a wonderful dog park/hiking trail just a 10 minute car ride away. With the weather getting shittier/colder it's harder to move my already lazy ass body to go out, but I'm trying to let our lab get as much running time as she can.

Anyways the introduction to my pet family! I get to live out my maternal needs without having to get sass thrown in my face. Just poop.



Willow the Shih-tzu/Lhaso Apso/Poodle mix
Winifred aka Fred, the Beagle/Terrier/Poodle mix
and Beatrix aka Bebe, the chocolate brown lab

My boyfriend constantly denies me the desire to have a third dog.

Correction.

I can desire, whine, be illogical all I want, but he denies taking me to the shelter and getting a third dog. I can't help it. I'm so happy and satisfied...and well broke from having the girls but everytime I see someone selling or giving away a young puppy on facebook, my heart cries a little. I keep thinking, I've already gone through two puppy stages, one after another, at this point I should be a pro if I went through another one.

But it's not fair to my boyfriend who also puts time and money into our dogs. Not fair for me, for me and for the girls. I would simply not be able to give them enough attention. I already spent 2-3 hours a week trying to groom Willow, and Fred is still a young hyper puppy.

Just last week , Willow who is now 1 years old and completely house trained...well had two accidents one after the other( #2) right in the living room.

Ultimately the question is...do I really need to pick up that much crap...NO

Introductions

I'm laying on the couch with little Winifred, snuggled into the crevices that my flabby trunk of a body creates for her, thinking about how to become famous.

I figured since I can't sing ( s0me days I think I can) I'll blog. I've blogged before, but that left me cold and bitter, a relationship that was split wide open and spit on.

Basically I was in my angsty teen years, wrote a lot...of teeny things, and an uncle found it and told the rents. Good feelings when your mom's younger brother decides to yahoo search your name for fun all the way in India ( I also did not understand the concept of public and private entries then).

But that's all about me. The main focus is to explore the growing pains that are my girls, yes I choose the motherly aspect when it comes to the relationship with my two dogs. I treat them like my daughters. I console myself in my lacking of a human child by constantly mentioning to myself and others how I will never have to invest into college for them.

Anyways.

Willow is my first living thing every. I mean that as in I've had an assorted amount of pets in India, but they were...in India...and I'm not for the most part of my life. So really, I didn't do shit when it came to taking care of pets. My aunt or cousins would be stuck with work.

Lets see...living in a farm has led me to have ....a deer, 3 dogs, 2 peacocks, 2 turtles, hares, 2 goats ( one whose death still traumatizes me to this day), a parrot, a rat ( much guilt on this as well)...and possibly more...basically a pet to me then meant I claimed ownership while my grandma fed and cleaned them.

Willow is going to turn 1 years old in 2 more days. A whole year, after many unnecessary vet visits, useless arguments with the boyfriend on raising her and nearly $1,000...my little girl will be a "big" girl.

She's stubborn, spoilt, STUBBORN but in general my darling, with the kind of hair you can't keep your hands off. I have moments where I cave in and literally stuff my face into her little 6 pound body and breathhhhhhhh in those luscious locks. Even after the recent atrocious haircut I gave her ( I SAVED $70 DAMN IT) her hair is still amazing to feel. There should be a ban on how pleasurable her hair is.

Great. First entry and I write about my affair with my dog's filaments....

**That pic up there...3 am in the morning, the very first night I got her <3