So the dog didn't really eat my ring. Whew! She did move it though! I fed her the vaseline sandwich Monday night thinking it would work like a laxative and get going fairly quickly. Wrong!
I was supposed to be somewhere at 2 p.m. on Tuesday. I was getting ready to leave and took Cinnamon outside before I left. It was a nightmare! The vaseline definitely made it easier for things to come out! Unfortunately it was not my ring that came out. I won't go into much detail because it was just gross haha. The short story is, I had to call my dad to drive all the way here (about 15 minutes) to help me hold the dog down while I hosed her off. I wasn't going to even attempt to pick her up. I had just showered and gotten dressed! And she was so scared of the water hose that she was fighting and trying to get off the leash (and she can get off the leash). I couldn't hold her and hose her down at the same time. I didn't have time to chase her down, especially with her having a several thousand dollar ring in her gut! She was worth too much to let go!
There was still no sign of that ring for the rest of Tuesday or even Wednesday morning. I was cleaning up the bedroom some Wednesday and sorting through my textbooks for my upcoming classes when voila! I found it! The ring was between two books, books that happen to be on the opposite side of the room where I had left the ring. This is how I know that Cinnamon did move it. Matthew and I had both looked through those books though, so I think we might have just moved it around some.
But at least we found it!
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Monday, August 15, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
My Dog Ate My...
...engagement ring! Bet you thought I was going to say homework, huh? I wish it was my homework. At least I could redo that and it wouldn't cost thousands!
I woke up this morning, like every other morning, stumbled to the bathroom until my eyes decided to join the party. I did my usual routine of using the bathroom, checking facebook on my phone (it wakes me up!), and washing my hands. Finally I was ready to take a shower so I grabbed my towel and off I went. I have been showering in the guest bathroom for a while now. I like having the window open in there and since my bathroom is on the front of the house, I can't exactly open it up and let the sunshine in.
As I walked back in the bedroom no more than 10 minutes later (is that a long shower?) I saw my beloved Cinnamon sitting on my bed with something shiny in her mouth. I approached her and she ran under the bed. I got up to see what she had and realized all of my jewelry was no longer on the table where it had been. I cried, I screamed, and then I got on the floor and crawled around right after I took a shower and might have just had an OCD/germophobic moment. I guess my screaming got to her and I managed to pull her out from under the bed. She was eating my "pearl" earring. I found the other one on the bed. So I started looking for my ring. The band was next to the bed. But where was the rock?!
I searched with a flashlight for ten minutes. I was going to be late for work so I just gave up looking. I thought about it all day long. I felt naked without my ring on. And I felt like a terrible wife. How could I let my dog eat my engagement ring? By the time I got home from work, I was so mad about it I was laughing. You have to find humor in this situation. How many people have this problem? And how many times does it happen to them in a lifetime? I'm hoping more have this issue than I'm thinking do, and I'm hoping this is the only time it happens to me. But what a story for when I'm old and gray!
Matthew searched during his lunch break. We searched again tonight. No luck. I did call the vet and they told me to feed her a piece of bread with vaseline on it folded in half like a sandwich. Yummy! I did that and nothing has been pooped out yet. They told me to keep an eye on it for 2 days up to a week! So stinkin fun! (pun intended!) Cinnamon better hope that she can poop that thing out and doesn't get sick or have to have surgery because of it. I cannot afford for this dog to have surgery right now, although it would be cheaper than a new ring! Does anyone know if homeowner's insurance covers your dog eating your jewelry? haha I've never been more excited for this dog to poop in my life! It's like panning for gold, but pooping for diamonds!
I woke up this morning, like every other morning, stumbled to the bathroom until my eyes decided to join the party. I did my usual routine of using the bathroom, checking facebook on my phone (it wakes me up!), and washing my hands. Finally I was ready to take a shower so I grabbed my towel and off I went. I have been showering in the guest bathroom for a while now. I like having the window open in there and since my bathroom is on the front of the house, I can't exactly open it up and let the sunshine in.
As I walked back in the bedroom no more than 10 minutes later (is that a long shower?) I saw my beloved Cinnamon sitting on my bed with something shiny in her mouth. I approached her and she ran under the bed. I got up to see what she had and realized all of my jewelry was no longer on the table where it had been. I cried, I screamed, and then I got on the floor and crawled around right after I took a shower and might have just had an OCD/germophobic moment. I guess my screaming got to her and I managed to pull her out from under the bed. She was eating my "pearl" earring. I found the other one on the bed. So I started looking for my ring. The band was next to the bed. But where was the rock?!
I searched with a flashlight for ten minutes. I was going to be late for work so I just gave up looking. I thought about it all day long. I felt naked without my ring on. And I felt like a terrible wife. How could I let my dog eat my engagement ring? By the time I got home from work, I was so mad about it I was laughing. You have to find humor in this situation. How many people have this problem? And how many times does it happen to them in a lifetime? I'm hoping more have this issue than I'm thinking do, and I'm hoping this is the only time it happens to me. But what a story for when I'm old and gray!
Matthew searched during his lunch break. We searched again tonight. No luck. I did call the vet and they told me to feed her a piece of bread with vaseline on it folded in half like a sandwich. Yummy! I did that and nothing has been pooped out yet. They told me to keep an eye on it for 2 days up to a week! So stinkin fun! (pun intended!) Cinnamon better hope that she can poop that thing out and doesn't get sick or have to have surgery because of it. I cannot afford for this dog to have surgery right now, although it would be cheaper than a new ring! Does anyone know if homeowner's insurance covers your dog eating your jewelry? haha I've never been more excited for this dog to poop in my life! It's like panning for gold, but pooping for diamonds!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Oh Yeahhhh!
The kitchen is so clean! I can't even believe how it looks! I will post some pictures this evening. I am impressed with myself! My mom and I cleaned from 6 until 8:45. My dad came over when he get off work to help out some with the heavy lifting. Yes, there was heavy lifting going on in my kitchen! We had boxes of laminate flooring and tons of boxes for the trash. We organized the tupperware, handwashed all the things that were left, organized the holiday platters and all the bakeware and serving dishes, organized all the pots and pans, and the list goes on. The new hutch I purchased was wiped down inside and out. It was outfitted with shelf liner and stocked full of the new china! And the kitchen table (yes, I found it under all that stuff) is glowing with the new placemats and cloth napkins (yes, cloth)! Matthew has made a promise that he will put up the new light fixture and touch up the paint on the hutch on Friday when he's off. Hopefully he will also feel like working on the floor!
And in the middle of all this hard work, Matthew got back from his interview more excited than I have ever seen him! Well that is apart from our wedding day, or that's what I'm telling myself anyway. The pay is better than expected. The hours are incredible. And the commute is not so bad. There were six people interviewed total, so maybe there's that chance! Matthew is just so excited and impatient about hearing back! They told him he would get a call by the end of next week to let him know if he did or did not get the job. So please pray with us until then!
Of course, while Matthew was not helping clean because he was "tired", his sweet baby Cinnamon decided to show him what tired really was. My dad had taken some trash out and left the back door open. And when one door doesn't shut and it stays open, well Cinnamon runs through it! And boy did she run! Matthew and my dad both walked to catch her. Bad idea when the dog is running at the speed of a NASCAR race! Thirty minutes passed by and they were still trying to catch her. She was running circles around them! I walked outside to hear, "Morgan! Get a hotdog out of the refrigerator!" So I did. Cinnamon ran to me in about two seconds. I was then instructed to not give the hotdog to her. How hard was that? They couldn't have done that thirty minutes ago? Men. After a brief punishment, Cinnamon was back inside practically laughing in our faces, or rather the faces of Matthew and my dad. I'm still laughing about it. I wasn't laughing about the fact that my favorite child Cinnamon could have been hit by a car. But I knew she was smarter than that. She just wanted to show Matthew how tired he really could be! And she did a darn good job! I also heard that Matthew fell into two ditches and lost his shoe four times. I so wish I could have seen that!
And in the middle of all this hard work, Matthew got back from his interview more excited than I have ever seen him! Well that is apart from our wedding day, or that's what I'm telling myself anyway. The pay is better than expected. The hours are incredible. And the commute is not so bad. There were six people interviewed total, so maybe there's that chance! Matthew is just so excited and impatient about hearing back! They told him he would get a call by the end of next week to let him know if he did or did not get the job. So please pray with us until then!
Of course, while Matthew was not helping clean because he was "tired", his sweet baby Cinnamon decided to show him what tired really was. My dad had taken some trash out and left the back door open. And when one door doesn't shut and it stays open, well Cinnamon runs through it! And boy did she run! Matthew and my dad both walked to catch her. Bad idea when the dog is running at the speed of a NASCAR race! Thirty minutes passed by and they were still trying to catch her. She was running circles around them! I walked outside to hear, "Morgan! Get a hotdog out of the refrigerator!" So I did. Cinnamon ran to me in about two seconds. I was then instructed to not give the hotdog to her. How hard was that? They couldn't have done that thirty minutes ago? Men. After a brief punishment, Cinnamon was back inside practically laughing in our faces, or rather the faces of Matthew and my dad. I'm still laughing about it. I wasn't laughing about the fact that my favorite child Cinnamon could have been hit by a car. But I knew she was smarter than that. She just wanted to show Matthew how tired he really could be! And she did a darn good job! I also heard that Matthew fell into two ditches and lost his shoe four times. I so wish I could have seen that!
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