I'm a survivor, a strong person. Despite almost continual abuse as a child, I became a career woman,and a single Mom. Despite alcoholism, and drug addition, I am now clean and sober for ten years. Everything I did in my earlier years I did despite the weight of my problems. At present I am medicated for my mental health problems of depression and anxiety. Life is better now although I am disabled, and ride an electric wheelchair to get around. I also have a wonderful companion. His name is Donovan, he's a boxer, a dog, that is! I wouldn't trade him for anything. I have a chocolate lab puppy that I am training to be the successor of my boxer when he can no longer work. My boxer will get to relax and enjoy life, with me.
I have a grown daughter.
I like to read mysteries, and take photos. I used to like horseback riding, too.
I'm a survivor, a strong person. Despite almost continual abuse as a child, I became a career woman,and a single Mom. Despite alcoholism, and drug addition, I am now clean and sober for ten years. Everything I did in my earlier years I did despite the weight of my problems. At present I am medicated for my mental health problems of depression and anxiety. Life is better now although I am disabled, and ride an electric wheelchair to get around. I also have a wonderful companion. His name is Donovan, he's a boxer, a dog, that is! I wouldn't trade him for anything.
After the eleven month old boxer went his way, I got a chocolate lab puppy. She was three months old when I got her, and in the month I've had her I've pretty much housebroken her. She is a wonderful dog. The exact opposite of the aforementioned boxer. Her name is Ziva, which means "splendid." She is splendid.
The eleven-month-old boxer went back to the breeder because he was to aggressive to be a service dog. I got back exactly half what I spent for him, and am still paying on his healthcare plan. I had him neutered and that is expensive, so the healthcare plan won't be paid off until a year after I started it.
Am I turned off on getting a new puppy for training to be my service dog? No. I will be getting a labradoodle puppy in September. A labradoodle is almost a sure bet as a service dog, so this should be a much better experience.
The eleven-month-old boxer went back to the breeder because he was to aggressive to be a service dog. I got back exactly half what I spent for him, and am still paying on his healthcare plan. I had him neutered and that is expensive, so the healthcare plan won't be paid off until a year after I started it.
Am I turned off on getting a new puppy for training to be my service dog? No. I will be getting a labradoodle puppy in September. A labradoodle is almost a sure bet as a service dog, so this should be a much better experience.
I have a new dog. An eleven month old boxer, male. His name is Dazzler. He's a great dog but he has pretty big paws to follow. He's supposed to replace my service dog, Donovan. Donovan is eight years old right now. By the time I train Dazzler, Donovan will be ten. Boxers are supposed to live eight to ten years, but many have lived to be twelve. Time will tell.
With the holidays over, winter begins. Winter for California means Rain. Some of which is real rain, but mostly, this far south, it's showers. This is the wettest winter since the first one I was here for. That winter the sidewalks of the apartment complex I lived in flooded. We had to put stepping stones along so we could get to the public sidewalk.
It's not that bad here and now. Of course if I were still in El Cajon, it might be. It rained pretty good last night. Showered earlier today, and has now not rained in nearly four hours. There are a multitude of dark clouds out there, though. I expect another night like last night.
Christmas has come and gone. I'm neither sad nor happy that it has. Unless of course you count my just being happy because of Christmas. LOL! Does that make much sense? I had a good Christmas. A genuinely good Christmas, with presents and everything. There's nothing else to say.
Oh, I went to the doctor and we managed my medications so that I wouldn't sleep my life away. As much as I enjoy sleeping in my new bed, and as much as I enjoy my occasional naps, I want to be awake for my day. This way I am.
Christmas has come and gone. I'm neither sad nor happy that it has. Unless of course you count my just being happy because of Christmas. LOL! Does that make much sense? I had a good Christmas. A genuinely good Christmas, with presents and everything. There's nothing else to say.
Oh, I went to the doctor and we managed my medications so that I wouldn't sleep my life away. As much as I enjoy sleeping in my new bed, and as much as I enjoy my occasional naps, I want to be awake for my day. This way I am.
I am hanging in there. My bedroom has been painted. The carpets have been shampooed. The dressers have been moved in I have the frame for the queen size mattress.
Now I need lumber, specifically one by twelve planks, to make the foundation for a queen size mattress to be put on. I also need the queen size mattress.
I can't afford either of these things. So it will be a while before my bedroom is complete. I keep the dream of it fresh in my head by imagining different bed linens on the bed, and imagining sleeping in the bed.
For the first while, I will be sleeping on my double bed mattress on the floor. I hope the mattress is soft enough for me to stand lying on the floor. I'm sure it is. After all I'm lying on wood now.
The caregiver I fired came and got the last of her stuff. Actually, she sent her boyfriend to get it.
The caregiver I thought quit on me didn't. But it's too late to keep her working for me because her feelings are hurt. (Poor thing)
The remaining caregiver is waiting for the papers telling her how much she can work, before starting to work for me.
My apartment is getting messy. The cat litter stinks. I'll have to throw it out and put in new. Such fun. If only I didn't hurt so much all the time. The lycra works only if I take it easy. How do you do that?
I will just be glad to get Maria working for me. Maria is the last caregiver. She does a really good job, and she always shows up. We'll see how driving with Donovan goes.
My caregiver got all her things out of my room. She still has part of it on my patio, so I called her today to come get it. She says she will tomorrow or the next day.
I hired a different caregiver. She quit on me. I guess I didn't realize how different she was.
Now I have a bid in on another caregiver. She is reliable, and has a car. On the minus side, she's afraid of my dog. I will have to sit and hold my dog on his leash the entire time she's here cleaning. Or tie him outside. That'll work except for the day she does laundry. That day I'll have to sit with him on his leash. There's always a trade-off.
That next thing... Is getting my former caregiver's belongings out of my bedroom. I'm afraid it's going to take a welfare company to remove it all. They will be getting some good stuff, and some junk.
I am sort of stupified about this entire thing. I can't think about it anymore because there's nothing I can do. I can't get her to show up and pack her things. I can't get her here with a truck to move the things. I am not calling her again.
Calling her would only put me at her mercy, and she has none. She said once that we had to talk about this. There's nothing to say. I said it to her a month ago when I told her she had to be more reliable. She then became even more unreliable. It's almost as though she wanted me to fire her.