My dog Kye is like my first born son. I've had him since 2004 and he will be turning 11 or 12 this January though he doesn't look it in his photos. I worry more and more about whats going to happen at 'The End' when he simply just gets too old. Today I found what I think may have been a urine puddle on his dog bed which got me worried, if he is becoming incontinent is there something internally wrong with him or is it just one of those dreams where you swear you are in the bathroom? (or outside, whichever)

I have him thoroughly checked at the vets every year when he gets his shots and the vet assures me he is in peak physical condition. He complimented his eyes, weight management and teeth and assured me that if he hadn't known Kye he would have said he was 5 yrs old at the most. I always wonder what exactly do they know from yearly checkups though? Shining a light into a dogs eye, listening to heart beat and checking teeth only get you so far :\

Kye has been with me through a lot of my firsts in life (hell, he was my first dog even!) First car, first car accident, first not-hand-me-down car, first apartment, first solo road trip (turns out he really cannot navigate a map worth shit) and first big move when we moved to Vancouver Island after High School. I adopted him the day before he was scheduled euthanasia, rehabilitated him so that he was not afraid of everyone. (he was so severely abused he was terrified of anyone but me and a friend of mine) We bonded immediately and since then he has been my copilot for life. Getting my second dog was a blessing as well but the bond between my first dog, and a dog that I have spent so much time on/with is something I doubt I will ever experience again.

Which begs the question, how will I know when its time for him to call it quits and how will I cope when he is gone? Just thinking about it is making me tear up! I hope he just dies in his sleep one night, nice and quiet. Im not sure I have the strength to put him to sleep. I have a hard enough time flushing goldfish before they are 100% dead! When do I start preparing for the eventuality of his passing?

I guess his last breath will be the last first he shares with me... the first pet to die.....

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Turns out the last trip to the vet was a waste of $40 exam fee. Carbon didn't have ear infection (thank god) like I thought he did again (I must be getting paranoid) but both dogs do have fleas. Ugh, I have had Kye almost 6 years now and have never even seen a flea, this summer created prime flea habitat or whatever I guess so now I'm treating fleas left right and center. I got charged $120 for some Multiguard flea/tick/somethingorother topical treatment, which had better friggin work! On top of that I found fleas in my own hair -_-"

And in other news....

The other day I had a customer come in through our drive-thru and ask for a 6" pizza sub with pepperoni and salami, which we were told by our manager not to do as they can get either a spicy (same thing as a pizza with 4 extra pieces of meat and only 20 cent difference, or a BMT (which includes ham) So anyway, I tell the customer we are no longer allowed to put salami on the pizza sub and suggest the other 2 subs. She then throws a tantrum that would have made a 2 year old proud. "I dont WANT a BMT, I dont WANT a SPICY.. I WANT (intake of breath) A Pizza sub with PEPPERONI AND SALAMI!" After a few moments of her going through hysterics she asks why I cant put the salami on and I explain that it is not the correct formula and our store gets marked out of compliance for putting it on which in turn pisses off the managers/owners (shorter version) and that I would like to avoid being reprimanded for 3 pieces of salami. She then mutters something followed by "fuck" and then pulls out of the drive-thru. It rankled me because I dont go out of my way to be a bitch or to be difficult, it makes my job harder.
And then later that night....
Her dick of a husband comes storming in demanding my manager. (whom is in another town over-seeing the take over of another store atm) I tell him that she will be back on Tuesday and he could leave a number. He then begins to say "My wife came in through the drive-thru..." I then told him it was I who had talked to her and he starts saying "my wife called me in tears! Saying hat you yelled at her and then refused to make her a sub." I explained what happened and then he tells me "Well I believe my wife which makes you the bad guy." He then mutters something about calling the owner and storms out.
I think each employee should get one "fuck you" card. We should all be able to choose one customer a year and get to tell them to fuck off free of repercussion. He would have been my Fuck You Recipient. I had to bite my tongue from asking him if he runs for his spoiled bitch of a wife every time someone tells her no.

I...
Fucking...
Hate...
People...

But on the bright side, no ear infection!!

Bad:

Poor Carbon! His ear infection came back when I started feeding him the raw food my Auntie makes for us. Apparently he is now allergic to beef, lamb, wheat, rice, pork, fish and poultry (excluding duck) What is left you may ask... Duck and Potato. He loses so much weight on that food I hate to feed it to him but its the only thing that doesn't make his ears flare up. Any suggestions would be grand for alternative foods or any home remedies.

Good:

I had a tattoo appointment with an apprentice who was going to do my tattoo cheap but she threw her back out and had to cancel. My friend wanted to go to the other one just down the street and we were both able to get in. I got the tattoo in my gallery and Krystal got Latin txt for 'she flies with her own wings' Which is in memory of a pit bull she had to put to sleep when she worked at the SPCA.
SIDE NOTE: A tattoo on the top of a foot is unbelievable painful. Not cool but oh so cool!

Tonight I get home from work and pull my brand new $200 cell phone out of my pocket only to see the screen has completely fucked off. Its like on the computer screen when you press and the colors go all weird but its permanent. Its the only screen on the fucking phone so its not like I can read anything anymore. I was so happy with the phone and my day was going so good I should have known that life was going to be unimaginably cruel and shut me down right away.
Its 3:30 am here... I wish my mommy was up...I need a hug :'(