Dear Chessie:

I tried to be the best dog mom to you that I could. I am sorry that there was nothing that could be done to make you better. I had to make that hard decision and while looking in your eyes at the initial exam and me thinking I am going to have to end up putting you down, was the hardest thing to do. Getting the phone call from the vet telling me what our options were, but the end result and most comfortable way for you was to put you down. I am glad that I was there and the last person that you saw and was with when you took your final breath.

Sure, I got you as an adult rescue six years ago. Not knowing exactly how old you were and what your upbringing was, but you were a challenge and an awesome one at that. Eating my Kenneth Cole heels, your fine taste in my couch among the other things that you annihilated in the house, not to mention your pee/pooh place in my office and ruining my hardwood floors, rugs and the carpeting in the bedroom. Yes, the carpeting in the bedroom. I was not too fond of the color either, and with you using it as your bathroom at times, made it easier for me to pull it up and get rid of it faster than I wanted. Your craziness with thunderstorms and freaking out trying to get into bed with me, meanwhile, panting loudly/nervously and shaking the bed. Not to mention your digging to China in my closet.

In saying that, you were an awesome dog who let Miles (my nephew) and Tayler ride like a horse. You never left Tayler's side when she was home. You were mothering to Roux (my other dog) although I thought that you two had lesbian tendencies, but I'll stick with your maternal nurturing of Roux.

You were a challenge that I would take and do all over again. You taught me patience and even though I got angry, I did not stay angry at you long. You were very loving and understanding of moods and always there.

I will miss you and I do look forward to bringing you home on Tuesday (ashes). You will always be in our hearts.

xoxo

I love surprises!!!

I thought that it was going be another slow day without attorneys in the office. It's been anything BUT quiet. The office email server was down, people were calling like crazy maniacs asking stupid questions about subpoenas that were served upon them and a few other things. I am not superstitious, but today being Friday the 13th, it was one huge cluster f*ck. Sheez....

My lovely husband did stop by and give me a wonderful surprise though. He is good for that. I had been eyeballing this watch for a few months. I first saw it when I was with him and even tried it on. He went and bought it yesterday. See, Sunday (August 15th) makes five years ago that our lives changed. He asked me to marry him and it was done in such an awesome way, how could anyone forget??? So, I was looking forward to a nice dinner out or something on Sunday (which we will do down in the French Quarter), but he bought THE watch that I wanted :). He cannot keep a secret from me and I always get things early if they come in earlier than the time they are supposed to be given.

He is a very special breed of man and they do not make him like that anymore. I am such a lucky girl to have him as my husband. I am so happy that I told him yes because life has not been boring since he came into it. I never believed in soul mates, but I am slowly beginning to start to. He is my best friend and that is what makes what we have so special and a once in a life time love.

White trash tv

I mean really, who can actually sit down and watch Jerry Springer or Maury? I know that when I am home, I am guilty of turning it on and watching it, but I also lose a few brain cells. In fact, I think that I lose more watching those shows than I did when I was out partying/drinking all night long. Ahhhh the college days. I also wonder where in the world do they find these type of people who will actually go on tv. You know the ones . . . the ones who find out that their spouse cheated on them with a toothless barmaid from the local trailer park, their date for the prom was a goat, he does not know that I am a transvestite even though we've had sex, etc. Oh, and the whole showing tatas for beads thing is just stupid. I'm from New Orleans and those beads do not cost that much. Show a pair of beads to a stipper and they'd laugh in your face.

Where exactly does Maury find these people who have had 7 DNA tests and none of the guys that have been brought on tv were the father. "I swear, Maury, I was only with him. My baby gots his ears, his forehead and his toeses." How do they come to that conclusion, I have no clue either. Only to have the results come in and "Suckah who slept with ignorant imbred queen of the trailer park/ghetto, you are NOT the father." Then you watch that same woman run off crying like she just lost the lottery (well, she kinda did if you think about it. The baby child support lottery).

Then there is the one who swears that this guy IS the father. Fails to mention that she was still sleeping with her ex-boyfriend while with this new guy. New guy allegedly knocks up this chick. She swears that it is new guys because ex-boyfriend shoots blanks. DNA test comes back that new guy (who got suckered into marriage and is raising the poor kid as his own) is NOT the father. It is, indeed, the ex-boyfriend's. WOW.

Not to mention the girl who is 21 and on baby number four. WTF? Ever heard of birth control? I've heard that they give it out monthly at the free clinic. I watch "Teen Mom" and I am sure that you do to. Piss in a cup once a month and get a free pack of pills. Not that hard, right?

I guess that I will never understand the white trash/ghetto way of doing things. I will also not get those hours of my life back that I lost watching those shows either. I find that it is like a bad accident. You know that you need to look away, but you cannot help but watch/stare.