Oscar: part - hell i can't keep track

I crated Oscar up at around 9:30. I got sick of him peeing on things, and figured worst case scenario, he'd pee on the bedding in the crate that could either be thrown out or washed. I got kind of tired of hunting down pee puddles. At least I didn't find one with my socks. :)

Oscar did great in the crate last night. He didn't whine or bark. I was very pleased. Now I'm just debating on what time I should leave. It'll take me about 2 hours to get to Champaign, but I need to get gas, also. *sigh* I don't want to be late, but I also don't want to be incredibly early. I need to remember Illinois is also an hour behind us now.

Oscar: part 2

Oscar 3: Codi 0

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Things pissed on: yarn tote, cat spa, and the front door. Note to self: if ever to get a male basset, make sure he was neutered earlier than 3 years old. *eye roll*

Oscar..part one point five (I'm sure there will be more)

I found out that Oscar is not crate trained. I thought that the organization kind of made this mandatory, but I found out that since he was heartworm positive, that he could not be crated. I have no idea why, but I should probably find this out sometime in the future.

I set up Madison's spare crate, and Poor Oscar is just too big for it. So, I'm going to have to throw some blankets and pillows in there for Madison and let Oscar have the larger crate. *sigh*

So, as I was cooking dinner, I decided that having one basset running between my legs was enough, much less two. I crated both of them up, and Oscar actually responded well to being crated. He did let out a few whines, but I hope he's tired enough later that I can actually sleep in my bed...ALONE! (Adam is in Berlin)

After I called Oscar's new family to tell them how he was doing, I told his new "mommy" that he hasn't ran through the baby gate we have set up to block off the back part of the apartment for the cats. Apparently I spoke too soon. I sat down to allow myself to digest, and I heard something go *crash*. Well, it wasn't that big, but I thought they got a hold of something in the kitchen. Madison just looked at me with her "I didn't do it" face, and for once, I believed it. Oscar was no where to be found. He was hanging out in the bathroom, then decided to have a sniff at the litter boxes, and then decided to run in the bedroom (where the cats are).

I've found out that Oscar is pretty submissive. I was pretty hesitant to shove his butt in the crate as well as pull on his collar to get him out of my bedroom. Some dogs have a tendency to growl (I won't mention names *ahemmadisonahem*). He's been running into the front room (where I am now) and lets out these sighs/whines. I know he's probably really confused as to what is going on, but this is all going much smoother than I had anticipated when I brought him back. I do, however, have fears that I will have to keep both dogs uncrated this evening. I don't think it's fair to crate Madison and not Oscar since he is a guest in this house, and I won't have him roaming around the apartment pissing on things. He already marked his territory on my yarn tote, which thankfully, is water proof. A sigh of relief, at least. We'll see how it goes. They're both camped out on the floor flat-basset style. I've taken a few pictures, and I'll probably post them later tonight, if not tomorrow. I hope this all goes well, and things can remain semi-normal with keeping them crated overnight and me sleeping in the bed with my other two furbabies.

Are you kidding me?

I just got Oscar and started to bring him into our apartment. Apparently there's some "father son time" going on next door in the middle of the sidewalk in front of our apartment. As I'm bringing Oscar into the house, the father THROWS THE FUCKING BALL TO HIS SON WHILE I'M CROSSING THE SIDEWALK. Way to be observant of other people, jackass.

Oh, it's today. - Blood withdraw

I got 3 pages done so far for my 4 page geology essay. I got that done before I went to have my blood drawn for the IU Medical Research Center. I made sure I ate a decent lunch before I went. I stopped at Walgreens to buy myself some cookies and a soda just in case anything were to happen. Good thing I did.

I got to IU Hospital at around 1:40 and was escorted to an examination room. The woman came in and asked me questions and began finding a vein to tap into. Well, unbeknownst to me, my veins are hard to find. I never had a problem with the multiple blood tests I'd had in the past in regards to Osgood Slaughter and stomach ulcers. The nurse tries to take the blood from my ever so veiny hands, and all we got were slow drops. She said she would return, and then another nurse came in. She wrapped my arm with the rubber hose and was unable to find veins in my left arm. She did the same to my right arm, and she finally got a vein to pop a little in that arm. There we go. My blood was running like a small stream into the tube. One tube was filled, and I had 3 left to go. This is the first time I had actually watched this happen. I'll regret this later.

Once we got about a third through the third tube, I started to feel like my lunch was going to come up on two very nice nurses. I told them my hand hurt, and my stomach was upset. While I was telling them this, I started seeing spots everywhere. All of a sudden, I broke out in the worst sweat I could ever imagine. I'm a sweaty person, but this was like I had worked out full force for an hour. My head started wobbling, and my already pastey Irish face was getting whiter. The nurse yoinked my glasses off my face and helped me put my head down on the table. Had that table not been there, I'd have been eating some nice hospital floor.

They finished taking my blood, and I could hear another nurse talking saying she had heard the small commotion and brought me 2 OJ cups and a Pepsi. I was still pretty disoriented at this time, and I felt one of the nurses wiping my head and neck off while the other scooted the OJ cup under my arm. I had a momentary thought of being Madison lapping up my OJ out of a bowl. Yes, I actually thought for a second that I was a dog. Then the nurses made sure I drank the entire OJ cup, and I started feeling better. It was the longest 10 minutes I'd felt in a while.

I had to finish filling out some forms to claim my whopping $25. The older nurse was trying to get me to laugh saying how I told her that my veins were easy to find. I looked at her and said, "I definitely earned my money today." And that I did. I sat there for a few minutes, and both nurses were talking to me. Asking what my major was in school, etc. just to make sure I wasn't going to pass out in the middle of the hospital. I then chugged the second OJ cup, and I asked if I could walk around. My feet felt like they weren't there, but I had no problems walking. I needed to get the sugar distributed to the rest of my body, and I figured at least standing or walking was how it was going to happen. So, there I was, $25 in my pocket, and a nice story to tell.

As I left the hospital, I decided I should probably call my mother just in case something happened on my way back to my car. I could just imagine passing out in the middle of Michigan St. only to either be taunted by other students or run over by the many ambulances or dump trucks that are on campus.

I made it to my car with my Mom on the phone. I then opened the box of Soft Batch cookies I had bought myself. I began eating a few of those, and I decided I should probably drink this Pepsi. I sat in my car for about 15 minutes to make sure I was able to drive. I promised my Mom that I would call her when I reached the Holy Cross Community (about halfway from our apartment and school). I called her to tell her I was fine and where I was. When I got about 6 blocks from home, I see Adam driving home from work. We reached a red light, and I told him to make sure I got home okay. So, I followed him home, and here I am. I have 1 page left of my essay, and now I'm in dire need of a nap. I'm sure Jaeger will give me some snugglin's. :)

how fucking nice of you to run off when i'm having a computer problem, but when shit hits the fan with you, i'm expected to fucking HELP YOU WITH IT#%7 9

Random things

I forgot I'm to go "donate" blood on Wednesday. It's for osteoperosis research, and they're giving me $25. Sweet.

On another note, it looks like Oscar will be staying the night here on Thursday. His foster mom has to work at 6 am on Friday, and honestly, I don't want to wake up at 5 am to go pick up a dog that's only 6 blocks away. It's been okay by the adoption coordinator for GABR. Now, I just have to hope the landlord doesn't find out and have a shit fit.