Saturday, June 30, 2012

No, you can't put a good dog down.

Meet Norm(an) Kozcunningville. Yes, that's his real name, the last name a beautiful blend of the surnames of his 3 - yes 3 - dads. Born in the fall of 1996, this pup is a whopping sixteen in people years ya'll. As in 112 years in dog years which also makes him kind of magical. Do you know anyone that's 112? Bilbo Baggins doesn't count. Norm was born into a frat house where his formative years were, let's face it, probably spent eating cigarette butts out of ashtrays and lapping up bong water. But clearly there's something to be said for the frat house diet because just look at this face. Is it the face of a 112 soul? 

Three weeks ago Norm stopped getting out of bed. He just laid there. Glazed eyes, not eating. We had to carry him down the side steps to go outside where he'd just stand in the yard, disoriented, back legs shaking, and not sure of how to get back to the house. Granted, there was a lot of random shit in our backyard at the time because our next door neighbor was trying to move a giant hot tub from our other next door neighbor's yard to his yard (on the other side of us). To accomplish that task, sections of our fence had to be taken down on both sides, but then 'The Great Hot Tub Move of 2012' was suddenly put on hold due to lack of funding, so our fence was propped back up with 2x4's and cylinder blocks for weeks. All of of the ladders and moving equipment also stayed in our yard and now that I think of it, it's not fair to say that Norm's disorientation was entirely due to old age and failing vision but maybe more due to feeling like he was stuck in a corn maze and couldn't find the shortest/safest route back. Inneresting.

All weekend Norm refused to eat and had no interest in water. I kept telling myself - and Special K - that he'd rally like always. Finally Special K came onto the porch, my porch, to have a sit-down, a crucial conversation if you will, where he pretty much assured me that Norman is 16 and probably would not be bouncing back this time. Keep in mind that Norman is my first dog. I grew up with cats which I now don't like because I think they're aloof and judgmental. Thus our conversation went something like this.

Special K: We need to make a decision about Norman soon.
Me: A decision about what? We can keep carrying him up and down the stairs. I can do mornings before I go to work and you can do afternoons and evenings.
Special K: Not that kind of decision.
Me: Food? Does he need a different kind of food since he can't really stand up? Something soft maybe?
Special K: Nicole, we need to decide when we are going to put him down. He can't keep living like this. 
Me: WHAT!?! How do we get to make that decision? Who decides that we get to decide that?! (Again, I'm so new to this.) The tears are flowing now.
Special K: Um, we do actually because we are his owners parents. He's not going to come back from this. We will probably need to do it soon. Trust me, I've been through this before.
Me: How can you say that? He always comes back. He can still stand on his own. His eyes may not see us well (at all) but he still smiles! He was walking around the living room a little bit and nibbled on a treat (before his legs gave out and he hit the floor). Not even Bubba can do that and no one's talking about putting her down! 

Clearly at this point I had stopped making sense and Special K shook his head, patted me on the knee, and left me to cry in my coffee. #saddestmomentever. The next day, I went to work, puffy-eyed and somberly, I informed my co-workers of Norm's impending doom. Then I masochistically used the above photo as my screen saver and I actually have two monitors (because I need 2 to toggle) so it's like I'm surrounded by that face all the time. That night one of Norm's other dad's came over after work to spend some quality time with him. He still wasn't maneuvering the stairs at all but was at least getting out of bed on his own. Eyes still gray, he was eating only those things which were covered in tuna juice until he threw up so then we had to stop the tuna juice. It ended up being a slumber party because Jamie wanted to stay with Norm. The next morning he got out of bed when I came downstairs and after being carried up and down the side stairs (Norm, not Jamie) he ate his breakfast. My 13 year old brother made a surprise visit the next day and stayed for a week and a half (that's a whole nother post - maybe 2) and in that time Norm-Dog continued to get showered in love and affection. Then I took this picture, check out that smile:

He started going down the stairs on his own if a treat is thrown down ahead of him, and he started eating more. We still have to him carry up the stairs most of the time, but ever since Special K  we accidentally left him out all night the other night (He was still standing in the morning but man did he sleep the rest of the day! #worstparents), he has started making his way back up the stairs on his own. He has even has started whining again to let us know he's there and ready to come in. 

The moral of this story boys and girls? You can't keep a good dog down. 
You can't put a good dog down either.

The End. To be continued.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

The Weight.

Still finding things to make me (and you) #furiouslyhappy.
You're welcome.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

It's Progress, Ya'll.

In honor of all things Gay Pride this week and because I'm finally getting around to it, I wanted to make sure that I documented this post for My Future Self.

Dear Future Self, remember back in November of 2008 when we were all warm and fuzzy for all things change while reserving the right to still be miffed regarding Obama's - and California's - stance on gay marriage? Well, wouldn't you know, for all the shit that's hit the fan since then, some things did change. Some things like Presidents and Vice Presidents finally taking a stand and saying it loud and proud:

"Personally it was important for me to go ahead and affirm that I think same-sex couples should be able to get married”
- President Barrack Obama, May 2012

Years from now this will be seen as both a historical inevitability and a no-brainer. Kind of like how today's generation thinks of interracial marriage as a no-brainer. But really, it wasn't that long ago when folks were fighting for Civil Rights and equality for blacks while remaining pretty conservative regarding interracial marriage. It wasn't until the late 1970's that public opinion started to change. When the 'younger generation' started to grow up and see interracial marriage as the norm, but it took time.

While today public opinion polls reflect a growing-but-barely 50%+ approval on gay marriage, our conservative right are still passing their legislature to ban it in their conservative right states. And to them I say, enjoy it now because that too will change. As our 'younger generation' grows up with openly gay friends and sees same-sex couples pushing strollers and walking down the aisles, my optimistic self finds comfort in knowing that our current generation of conservative friends will be out-grown on this subject. I look forward to the day when folks realize that homeosexual marriage did not end up undermining heterosexual marriage, contributing to it's ultimate demise and downfall of procreation and families. That it did not in fact, open the door for the leaglization of polygamy and legalized marriage to animals. And instead, what it did do,was create an additional avenue to grow well-balanced little humans with open minds. That it allowed for said little humans to be raised by 2 loving parents in a nurturing environment because they were wanted and they were loved. That it paved the way for all little humans to feel free to be who they want to be and to know that they will be loved no matter who they love (cue Marlo Thomas's Free to be You and Me here).

So where do we go from here? When do we get past the part where as some states continue to ban same sex marriage others fight to legalize it? At what point does it finally get to become a federal issue and thus acknowledged that this is vital to the pursuit of happiness

My optimistic self doesn't know ya'll, but for now, let's appreciate Obama and Biden's pronouncement for what it is - a small victory, a stepping stone to an inevitable social norm, an inevitable no-brainer.

If Wonder Woman was a Hot Wheels Car...

I imagine that she would look something like this...

See there? Still having fun at work.
You're welcome, Mattel.