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A Fabletics Purchase, A Vet Visit, & Another Missed Run

Yesterday was a roller coaster of a day.  As soon as I woke up I knew something was off with B.  When I left her she did not want to play or eat breakfast and she was whining at me like she was trying to tell me something and I just could not understand.  I feared she may be in pain, but I couldn’t pinpoint a problem.

Does this look like the face of a happy puppy?

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No, no it doesn’t.  So I planned to come home at lunch and see if she was feeling any better.  She tends to get sassy and boss me around in the morning when she’s not getting enough exercise/attention, so I couldn’t rule that out.  During lunch I got her to eat most of her breakfast and take a lap around the block, but something was still off.  One/both of her back legs seemed to be bothering her, so I took pictures and videos of her walking, but still no real conclusions.

When I got home from work at the end of the day she didn’t even greet me at the door after I called her a couple times.  At this point I was terrified of what I was about to find.  I found her laying on the couch acting like she couldn’t get up (so much relief, and then worry again).  Then I was worrying that we were dealing with some sort of torn ligament, a bunch of astronomical vet bills… something that only B could pull off.

Long story short, we ended up at the vet and left with an antibiotic and some pain meds.  The cause of the problem?  A gland infection.  If you have a dog, you may know what I’m talking about… if you don’t have a dog, you don’t want to know.  So we will just leave it at that, and hope for a speedy recovery for my furry little drama queen.

On a  side note – I’ve heard many people compare dog’s personalities to their owners.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the little B dog more than anything… but she is one sensitive, finicky, little girl.  Should I wonder about what this says about me??

Due to all of this madness, I did not go for my planned run… again.  Life has just not been very conducive to training for this half marathon lately.  And to top it all off my right knee has been hurting when I bend it.  I can only guess that I have been sitting on it weird at work (it’s always the strangest things that cause injuries). Maybe a rest day was just what it needed.

On a brighter note, I received a Fabletics order in the mail and I am pretty pumped about this saweeet headband:

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I am a terrible selfie-taker.  But maybe that’s not something to be ashamed of?  The headband is super comfortable and it doesn’t seem to slide around too much.  The only problem is I feel like it’s too nice to work out in!  But I’m sure I will get over that pretty quickly.

Have a great day!

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Don’t Step in the Lava

Good morning!

Today is a busy one! Breakfast was a yummy whole grain English Muffin with Justin’s vanilla almond butter and a small glass of OJ. (Shocking, I know… you never saw it coming.)

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I guess I may need to switch it up a little bit for the new year.  It’s nearing time for a change, and my almond butter is nearing the bottom of the jar.

I’m rushing around doing some cleaning, last minute shopping, and hoping to squeeze in a run with B. Speaking of the little stinker, she’s been a real help so far this morning (not).

One of my biggest pet peeves is coming home to a messy house, so since today is the big road trip to the great white north, I have a few chores to do. Can you find the little B dog?

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Yep. No help at all.

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I’m pretty sure everyone as a kid played the age old game where the floor is lava.  Am I right? And it was an awesome game.  Well, B has the lava complex (and while it’s comical, it’s not all that awesome).  Yesterday she got herself stuck in the bathroom on the shower mat, because she thought that she couldn’t cross the lava to get to the carpet outside of the bathroom (it’s maybe a 3 ft space). I went downstairs thinking she would just manage to escape on her own, but she sat on that shower mat and whined at me until I came and got her. She is literally her own worst enemy. Once she realizes she has bolted onto an uncarpeted floor she immediately panics and suddenly starts slipping all over the place.  She is lucky she’s so darn cute.

Well I better get to it.  Have a great day!

My 60 lb Dog Thinks She’s a Pug

Why, hello! I hope you’re having a great hump day!

I think the title of this post pretty much explains it all.  But first, let me give you a little background on my crazy fur child. This is ‘B’ – short for Bianka.  Also goes by Busy B, B dog, and BEEBEE (in a high-pitched voice that could probably shatter bullet-proof glass). She’s a 6 year old German Shorthaired Pointer with enough energy to outrun any human being for days, a huge attitude, and special place in my heart. If you’re ever thinking about getting a German Shorthair you will need:

1. endless space,

2. limitless energy,

3. probably a small village to help out,

but they are unlike any other!

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Leave me alone, mom! I’m so sleepy and cute

B enjoys normal activities, like helping in the kitchen:

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Stealing abnormally large pieces of firewood and chewing on them:

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Going for long runs:

My all-time favorite running buddy happens to have fur
My all-time favorite running buddy happens to have fur

And sitting on my lap… wait, what ?????

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Yes. My 60 lb bird dog thinks she is a pug.  And the culprit? Bear.

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(Yes, there they are in all their glory.) Bear is my parents’ puggle (Pug + Beagle), and B’s puppy brother (or I guess technically maybe my puppy brother?)

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We’re really good at handing out Halloween candy

Either way, things get pretty interesting when your dog doesn’t realize her size, often times leading to a path of mass destruction (and in my case, a hairline fracture in your front tooth).  Incase you were wondering, that is probably the best case scenario when your dog comes jumping out of the car full-force into your face.

So there you have it. She is a real handful (literally), but I wouldn’t have her any other way.