Lilibet is Home!

Miss Lilibet Beatrice arrived yesterday! She’s 8 weeks and 1 day old, and just impossibly adorable. Just look at that cute little face!

So far, she’s a big fan of food, paper bags, her new plush flea Freddie, her ‘snuggler’ bed (which is really intended for cats, but she adores it) and whichever one our cats runs into her path (I’ve been watching her on Facetime :lol: ) Not so fussed on being out in public, though. We had to walk up and pick up some puppy food at the local pet shop, and she was not thrilled about that.

Can’t wait for two weeks to go by so I can go to my parents’ and cuddle the little cutie :marryme:

Lili-Bee

Introducing Miss Lilibet Beatrice, the newest addition to the family. My mum is over the moon – we’ve been looking for a beagle puppy for awhile now. We get to pick up the little cutie next weekend – and I get a cuddle before they head back home, since I won’t be back at my mum’s place for another few weeks.

Introducing Our (Future) Newest Member of Our Family…

The unbelievably adorable Mabel, a shih-tzu/maltese, was two weeks old when this photograph was taken, and will be coming home at roughly 9 weeks on October 28th.

Mabel is my sister’s (she spent weeks checking out different breeders and pet shops, calling them and investigating the different breeds… along with picking out the most fashionable-hispter dog supplies known to man; luckily, only some have been ordered so far) but I can’t wait to give that tiny little fuzz ball a cuddle! And I think introducing our cats – especially the ‘baby’, Oscar (who is four this year; not quite a kitten anymore) – to a rowdy little puppy is going to be hilarious!

(Sorry about the picture quality, they were all taken on the spur of the moment with my phone and pieced together with the PicFrame app. Still, how darn cut is she?)

A Long Weekend

Wow. The weekend was kind of crazy.  -_-*

Thursday: Mum went up to the hospital for seven hours with severe dehydration. My sister went with her, and I stayed how to feed the pets and get some sleep, since we were meant to be going to Sydney early Friday morning (we didn’t know that Mum would be up there quite so long. She left just after 4pm, I expected her to be home by 9pm. She didn’t get home until 12am.) I ordered pizza for tea, and my dad yelled and bitched and complained because we had no white bread or potatoes for his dinner; he wanted meat and vegetables. Apparently potatoes are the only vegetable in the world. By 10pm, I was crying because he was so nasty :sob: . At 11pm, I fell down our concrete laundry stairs and cracked my bad knee (I’ve done something horrible to the muscles in my right thigh, so that all the tendons are getting trapped … or something. It’s super painful and feels like felt ripping every time I walk).

Friday & Saturday: My mother and sister undertake a massive, incredible, huge task of cleaning out our laundry and the kitchen. We had so much stuff we don’t use anymore. We have two giant bags of things to donate to the animal shelter (beds, coats, blankets, bowls and food) and two giant bags of food to give to one of my sister’s university friends. Plus five huge bags of things that couldn’t be donated, recycled or repaired. It’s crazy, we have so much space! I spent most of my Saturday cleaning out my tiny closet of a bedroom and studying.

Sunday: Oh man. Part of the ctazy-laundry-clean was because we were ‘interviewing’ a dog for a possible adoption. Meya is a 2 year old beagle that was being rehomed. Now, we originally had one sort of beagle – they had hunting instincts but were ultimately affectionate, friendly and obedient dogs. We got a pair of white rabbits, Blossom and Harriet, when Molly was roughly 10 years old and Bella was 8. Normally, beagles hunt rabbits. But we managed to introduce our rabbits to the beagles to the point where they liked them and considered them pack of the ‘pack’ (well, when they got out, Bella like to herd them, but she never hurt them. Molly was better, She’d get in their pen with them and just lie down with them.

Meya was taller than Molly and Bella were, and full of energy. We were leaning towards no in the first fifteen minutes, but it was when she made eye contact with Harriet that it was a firm and fast no. Then she worked out our neighbours had guinea pigs. She was determined to have two guinea pigs and a rabbit for lunch (and I learnt that the old gate between us and our neighbours’ property isn’t as strongly blocked off as I thought (next time we go to the hardware shop, we’ll have to get some kind of bolt or something). We quickly put Harriet back in her cage on the verandah and blocked off access to the verandah completely. We couldn’t keep her – we could never leave her alone with a rabbit on the property and the guinea pigs next door. It would end in tragedy. (It didn’t help that she was frightened of our cats and once she realised we had five of the scary, fluffy things, she waited at the gate for ‘Mum’ to return.  XD

Alls well that ends well, though: Mum learnt that we’re not ready for another dog and that she’d like a puppy she can train to suit herself, and Meya’s owner made the decision to keep her, since we couldn’t take her, and the first family she visited were… well, idiots (they had a toddler and another beagle in a townhouse with a courtyard. Beagles need land or roughly 10km of exercise a day. Anything else is cruel.)

The only vaguely amusing thing was that the owner brought her daughter and she went to City School. Mum mentioned that my sister went to Another City School and the daughter glared and sneered at my sister and I the entire time. God, we are ALL in our 20s. Who cares where we all went to school? Grow up, no one cares about high school rivalry anymore. :nyah:

And now, today? My knee is going again – I can feel the clicking, the next stage is the muscle ‘ripping’ sensation. My father is still an ass, my printer refuses to scan and the software updates are for a newer OS release than I have and I think the frelling optical drive in my Mac Mini has died on me.  :pissed: So I can’t even dig out the original printer CD and reinstall from that because the drive is probably dead OR install the software for my DSLR. (I wasn’t going to install it at all, then I figured I better since I know diddily squat about photography and DSLRs and cutting corners is always a bad idea.)

I don’t want to have to go to the local Apple Store. :tantrum: I know and dislike several of the Geniuses – wouldn’t trust them with a glass of water, let alone my computer. This blows. I’d say next week HAS to be better but at this week I will end up at the Apple Store and that will not improve my mood at all. Upside: at least I’ve got repairs covered. Nothing would tick me off more than having to have the same problem repaired twice in twelve months and have to pay for it (last time, the quote for repairs came to more than I paid for the actual computer and the monitor… and the keyboard and mouse. Luckily, it was within warranty.)

Long Days

Every year, I think to myself that life has to get better. That I can’t be more unhappy, that my home life can’t get more miserable, than it already is. And every single damn time, I am wrong. Things can get worse.

In August, we lost one of our rabbits, Domi, but also our 18 year old beagle, Molly. That was like a suckerpunch, honestly. I’ve lived more years with Molly than without her. She came to us this sad, neglected little two year old beagle who didn’t understand toys, bones or why there were three excited little girls crowding around her; she arrived the day after my 11th birthday, and one of my friends was staying over.

And she came with us, across two states and at least half a dozen moves, if not more. She was a beautiful, wonderful dog and she just… wore out in the end. She had various medical problems but in the end, she was just old.

Plus, my dad is living with us at the moment. He is really hard to live with. Like, he gets really angry and nasty when he can’t find specific things to eat. He doesn’t ask us to buy them or buy them himself, he just expects them to appear. It’s sure as hell not helping my depression. I’m getting worse again.

And my sister moved home from Sydney. Wow, that’s been a shock to the system. On one hand, we are really similar, which causes us to clash but also bond. So similar, I find myself saying things with a similar inflection to my sister and not realise it until I’ve said it. Or I’ll make a gesture that she makes.

On then other hand, we’re different. Very different. She’s lived away from home for five years – two years at boarding school, three years at university – by herself. We’ve both got different experienes, different ‘codes’ of behaviour, and I just feel very hunted and crowded with her home. `

So, yes, August has been hard. And my sister is home indefinitely, my father has no jobs coming up that will take him away from home, so I’m stuck in this horrid environment, making me sick and sadder.

On one hand, I’m so ready to live by myself, by my own rules and have a life after being stuck in an unhappy place for so long. On the other hand, I am so goddamned terrified. I like to plan and outline and prepare myself and every little detail. That’s way harder to do when it’s just me by myself.

And right now I’m tired, angry at my father (it has been a very long night) and waiting for my mother and sister to get home and waiting for my naughty, evil little cat to come home.

Tomorrow’s another day, I guess.

The Third Thing

It’s been a garbage few days, honestly. Domi died, and then I dropped my glasses case as I was getting into the car. They were still there when we got home, but Mum had driven over them as we left.

Thankfully, my Versace case took one for the team, and whilst it is crushed beyond repair, my glasses were only slightly bent. Your sacrifice was not in vain, Versace case! I haven’t been wearing my new glasses all the time at the moment, and at that moment I was SO glad, because if I had been, it would have been them in my case and they have bigger, plastic frames and definitely wouldn’t have survived. So, the glass is definitely half full.

Anyway, things happen in threes. So what was my third thing?

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A No Good, Very Bad Day

Today was so very, very long. And short. And just awful and dreadful.

Mum went to check on our rabbits about 11am and found out that Dominic had passed away some time last night :sob: . Mum just reached in to pick him up and he was stiff. It took me ages to go out and even look at him, honestly.

We don’t know what caused him to pass away – he did have several health issues that, whilst we were managing them, were incurable. The medication that he was on was bad long-term, but apparently had no alternative. He was also almost seven years old. Some suggestions have been some kind of virus or infection, his health issues catching up with him… and most likely manifested in the form of a heart-attack.

Dominic was a Mother’s Day present to my Mum more than six years ago. I’m just heartbroken and feel like I’ve been suckerpunched. He’s been with us so long and was still so happy, even with his problems.

I don’t have a photograph on this computer, but I’ll get one tomorrow. Poor little man.

There was going to more, but I’ve made myself sad, so I’m going to take my wheat-bag-sheep and curl up in bed. Give all your pets a big cuddle for me. :ohdear:

Coda

 This is one of our cats – the eldest, Coda. She’s a funny, nervous cat that tends to scream when she wants attention and runs really low to the ground as if the KGB are after her.  :D

This is also the 2012 Winner of Stupidest Feline.

Why?

Well, our elderly beagle, Molly, has a small portion of food with a codeine tablet in it every morning. Coda always hangs around – she just loves food – and on Friday morning, she ate the dog’s codeine.

Codeine is toxic to cats.

So we raced down to our vet and – quite frankly, he was kind of an ass – luckily, she didn’t seem to have any negative side effects, due to the fact that she’s seriously overweight. 7kg (well, she’s lost more than a kg!) and is kind of pillow-esque but it saved her life. If she’d been smaller, she would have been in serious trouble.

She still had to spend the day at the vet, but she seems fine, thank god.

(And before anyone rants at me for her being overweight, she has a lot of nervous problems coupled with a neighbour insisting on feeding her despite us asking them not to. But the neighbour has gone and we’re working on it. I’m hoping to take her to Sydney next year, where she’ll be in a one-animal household, so I’m hoping she’ll lose even more weight. Not that I give a stuff what someone on the internet thinks about how I keep my pets :cool: .)

Bitch, bitch, bitch

Oh hai July. How’s it hanging?

It’s been a seriously exhausting few weeks. First, my lecturer at uni was replaced, along with the first assessment’s question, so I had to rewrite my 1500+ words and the new lecturer is super strict about… well, everything, Word count, font choice, formatting… ugh. And I totally blew the damn word count – with my bibliography, it was closer to 2k.  -_- As long as I pass, I’m happy. Thank god for an education system that is designed around the minimum possible requirements.

And it’s officially school holidays here. Which means instead of hearing the neighbours scream between the hours of 5am-9am and 3pm onwards, I get them twenty-four-seven. I know that kids make noise, and I can totally live with normal kid noise. But my neighbours have practically patented spoilt-brat screaming temper tantrums. The eldest and the mother. At all hours of the day and night.  :pissed: My kingdom for one full night of sleep where I’m not woken up by an enormous screaming match from next door.

My father and sister totally frelling screwed up a planned trip to Sydney, as well. Mum and I had a free night in the most amazing hotel, and I was going to get my hair done in time for SMASH 2012. My sister was meant to come home to look after my mother’s old dog, the cats and the rabbits, but despite knowing about our plans for weeks, proceeded to cry over an essay she hadn’t finished – which she’d also known about for weeks – and wanted to stay in Sydney. My father isn’t very patient with… well, anyone, so we couldn’t leave the dog at home with him, so we had to cancel. We lost the free night at the hotel, and I can’t get my hair done until after SMASH now, but at least my sister and father got what they wanted.

I’m still pretty ticked at my sister, honestly. I live in a constant state of being pissed off at my father, so nothing changed there. Things are pretty shitty, though, when you’re getting used to being disappointed by half your family.  :ohdear:

On a lighter note, I did take advantage of the EOFY sales. I finally got a new printer, since it was more expensive to get a new power cord than a whole new unit. It’s an HP multi-function, which is what my old one was. It has the coolest touch-screen control panel, it double-side prints without a separate attachments, and the ink cartridges are so skinny! I’m very easy to please XD I also finally own my own suitcase – a 65cm American Tourister Prismo in pink! I got it for half-price, which makes it even more awesome.

And… that’s what has happened in the last ten days. Mostly suck, but a little bit of win. So far, plans for July involve rewriting another essay, SMASH (the Sydney Anime and Manga Show) on Saturday the 14th, and back to Sydney on the 18th for my erstwhile haircut.

Something to look forward to; that’s always important.

Home Again, Home Again

Our dog is home! XD Molly was transferred from the emergency vet to her normal vet yesterday morning, and we got the go ahead to pick her up yesterday evening. She’s not 100% yet, but so, so much better than she was on Sunday. At this rate, it looks like it was one of her medications that caused all the problems, so we’ll be trying out some other medications for her over the next few weeks.

It is currently at least ten degrees colder inside than out, and I’m fighting a bad headache – I’ve been getting them for several weeks and have a doctor’s appointment on Thursday. I’m guessing either a pinched nerve in the back of my head or migraines. Right now, I just want to take some Advil, crawl into bed and have a nap, but my mother is in one of her strange moods and I’ve been given marching orders to clean and sort a heap of stuff, regardless of how I feel.  :ohdear:

Over the last two days, all my online shopping has turned up!

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Another One Of Those Days

It’s been cold today. Not quite cold enough for one of my new knit skirts and tights (plus the top that goes with those skirts hasn’t arrived yet :ohdear:) It doesn’t help that inside our house is ten degrees colder than the outside. At least I have my beloved ugg boots (fyi, I had Ugg Australia Cardy Knit boots and they are worth every cent. Seriously, I have had other brand of uggs, and they were garbage compared to this pair.)

Mum and I got home this afternoon to find out that our elderly beagle, Molly, wasn’t doing so well. She was miserable looking and dazed. And then she walked into the bathroom and passed a puddle of blood. It was bad. We took her down to the emergency vet down the road, and they’re keeping her until tomorrow – pumping her full of painkiller, fluids and medication. They think one of her long-term medications (poor Molly has a lot of medical problems, sadly) has started stripping her intestines et al :ohno: . But one of her blood test results has come back abnormal, so we’re still worried. I mean, she’s almost 17 years old. I just hope that by tomorrow, she’s better and ready to come home, not just be transferred to her regular vet.

Mum’s sad and worried about Molly, so we had a quiet dinner – pad thai and spicy fish, take away. It was strange without the geriatric beagle wandering around and getting stuck into corners, and to save her from three of the cats.

It seems like we have emergencies like this far too often. Poor little puppy dog.  :sob:

My Christmas Eve Eve To Do List

When I was a kid, one of my friends coined the term ‘Christmas Eve Eve’. And that’s how I always think of the 23rd of December. Christmas Eve Eve. The last day of pre-preparations before the Last Day Before Christmas.

My family has a list of things that have to be done that is a mile long, and I’m already exhausted, having had a very long week. I’ve also discovered that roughly four scheduled posts haven’t been posted, so I have to had a fiddle with WordPress.

But by Christmas Eve night, I have to have…

  • Made Christmas cards for my mother, father and sister, as well as my maternal grandmother and paternal grandparents.
  • Cut out, spray-painted, written on and glazed handmade ornaments for both my grandmothers. (Huffah, I cut them all out and am now waiting for them to dry, which takes about a day.)
  • Wrapped all my gifts and some of my mother’s.
  • Made sure my bedroom, and possibly the lounge and dining rooms are utterly spotless for guests.
  • Add some last minute decorations to the tree.
  • Bake three batches (err, roughly 72) cupcakes (my vanilla cupcake recipe is to die for – like tiny clouds) and iced them.
I also need to…
  • Test one of the gifts for Mum
  • Find my camera and my camera charger (that sounds terrible; I’m positive my camera is in my drawer but haven’t had time to check.)
  • Charge my DSi (I’m getting Professor Layton!)
  • Order some of my Christmas gifts (a few things on my list aren’t available in Australia, so I’ll be grabbing them online – my mother’s not particularly au fait with online shopping. I’m not bothered that they won’t arrive until January – a gift is a gift and just as heartfelt two weeks after Christmas as it was Christmas Day. I think a lot of people forget that in the holiday crush.)

And as well as that, on Saturday Mum and I have to…

  • Head to the Fish Markets at 4am to pick up prawns for Christmas
  • Bake gingerbread
  • Ice gingerbread
  • Decorate and assemble a gingerbread house (the house itself is made, thankfully!)
  • Do the second round of Christmas groceries
  • Pick up a sushi platter
  • Pick up flowers
  • Make rocky road
  • Make chocolate cake
  • Finish an ice cream layer cake
  • Pack up and tidy my sister’s room
  • Move all the boxes on the verandah back into my sister’s room
  • Pick up my poor, sick rabbit Harriet from the vet (more on that in another post).
  • Pick up medication.
  • Prepare platters
  • Pick up my Xmas/Boxing Day shirt (I found this awesome top I really want to wear, but I needed a different size. Luckily, the shop is in the same complex as the supermarket, so I can just run upstairs and grab it.)

I just know I’m forgetting something. I’m so tired and everything has gone wrong for us today. I hope Christmas turns out well.

I hope I’m awake long enough to enjoy it.

Pass Me a Pillow

My mother has spent the night in Sydney with my sister, which left me to hold down the fort. And baby-sitting one geriatric beagle, two rabbits and five cats with a wide selection of emotional issues. It’s… exhausting.

But I managed to feed and water all the animals, make endless trips outside to make sure the dog hadn’t fallen into the fountain or gotten stuck somewhere (or simply stopped in a corner; I found her next to one of the toilets, just staring and unwilling to leave) and still finished off the washing, tidied the kitchen and made myself dinner. But, somehow, I didn’t make it to bed until after 2am.

And then I needed to be up at 6am to release the cats from the laundry and make sure the dog could go outside for bathroom breaks. Then I went back to bed for four hours, and quite frankly, I’m contemplating a nap. Considering it’s almost 1pm and I’m still in my jammies, it wouldn’t be that hard. But for some reason, I need to get dressed before I nap. It feels less slothful that way.

But I digress. The dog, Molly, is very attached to Mum. Understandable since Molly is partially blind and deaf, with the canine equivalent of dementia and is known to have ‘turns’, so Mum is the most consistent factor in her life, the Master. I’m the Playmate. So Mum disappearing for a day is a Big Deal. For a small dog,she’s high maintenance. But we survived with no accidents, and she tucked herself into her bed in Mum’s room and I figured as long as I was up early enough to make sure she could go outside, it would be all good.

Except, I got up to find her asleep. On the kitchen floor. Waiting for Mum. I took her outside and went back to bed, only to get up hours later and find her asleep on the kitchen floor.

Waiting for Mum.

Just so sad.

The crazy thing is that even though she’s old and not the same energy filled Family Protector she once was (she almost bit my father for surprising her when she was younger. We’ve all had the urge to hurt my father, so it’s funny), I still feel better when she’s around. Our yard is huge, and we have a low fence, combined with the fact there’s a pub at the bottom of the street, it can get kind of creepy late at night. But the dog went walkabout, so I donned my thongs and grabbed a flickering torch and ventured out to find the dog. A shame the torch only shines about thirty centimetres in front of me, and not very well.

I was scared.

And then the elderly beagle appeared and I felt better. Because even if we got into trouble, it would be me protecting her, she still makes me feel safe. I hope that even with the mean cats and my frustration that I’m probably doing everything wrong, that she feels safe with me.

I shouldn’t blog when I’m tired. I think I’ll join her on the kitchen floor.