Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Probably.

Ok. So probably, it's been a while since I posted my last Jaxon blog....but probably I have been busy. I'm lying...really I just found a new series of books to read and I just haven't wanted to sit at the computer.
But, because I love you all, probably, I put together a million pictures from our fun Christmas to our crazy Monday night.







Here is our little goof-ball on Christmas Morning...this bundle of joy wasn't sure what she was about to get herself into.







Probably she was a little excited.







And probably she had no idea where we were going to put all of these new toys...o wait that was my probably and not hers. check out my morning hair. eep!
Probably the best gift of all...her little Tinkerbell 4 wheeler...remember this toy later on in the blog.



She was very excited to see Dora on Nana and Poppi's front lawn...and probably she wanted to take her home with her.





















Probably Brooks was treading on new territory...Jaxon had apparently forgot how to share over the holidays...and was really into taking away Avery's toys and not wanting to share hers...just like her daddy. jk.











However, Jaxon and Avery tested their Tinkerbell batteries till they needed a new charge...so update over Christmas...Jaxon learned a few more names over the holidays...she decisively began calling most of her grandpas, papa. She has a papa, pops, papaw, and a poppi...all sound like papa...and then she learned Heather's name, YAYA! and of course Neena was already instilled into her brain. And now she has a new name...one morning on the way to Grannys house...Jaxon just started yelling "Giggi! Giggi!" So I know Cathy has already staked a claim on her grandkids calling her giggi...but it's too cute to try and correct. She also has gotten really good at saying, "No." Really good.
For New Years, we went to a lake cabin of a friend of ours off of lake Brownwood. We had a blast enjoying things we don't have...like Blu-Ray dvd players...huge, ginormous TVs, and a Wii...and my body was sore the next day. anyway, I took 4 pics while we were there...Jaxon is all of them.




Here she is eating pizza at the table like a big girl.











And the other was of her in the huge ginormous bed...and we were eating breakfast that her daddy made for us while we were in bed!!
So our entertaining Monday night. Let's start with Sunday...while trying to put Jaxon's hair in a pony tail...i noticed a little bump on the back of her head. It was about the size of a mosquito bite and was red...so I thought to myself hmmm....probably a little bug bite. Well later that evening Mitch noticed it...when I completely had forgotten about it...and then he started mentioning all these scary options like her having a staff infection. So Monday rolls around and as I'm getting off work and he is getting done with practice he decides he wants to take her to a walk-in type of clinic that is by my grandmas house. There were no other patients, so he just decided...well why not.
After sitting in the house for about 30 minutes, Mitch calls and says "why don't you come up here." Gulp. So I lock up Petey, run out the door and I get there as fast as Mitchell's truck would get me there. I enter the office and the ladies lead me to my angel who I hear crying...and I turn the corner, and she is just so happy to see me. Well, what's going on? Probably it wasn't a bite...it was an abscess...what does that mean? I dunno. But the Dr. recommended to slice it open, get all the gunk out...and give her antibiotics...Gulp (again). Well, if that's whats best.
So before we head to the "operating room" I see a picture of Tinkerbell. And I show Jaxon...and she points and says "dere's Tinka!" She was just so excited.
Next room...no Tinka. In fact, it's just pretty Vogue models and Jaxon points to each and says "Tinka? Tinka?" Like, why in the world would you take me away from Tinka...well the Dr. and assistant are ready and they wrap her up like a burrito...Jaxon was already not into that...Mitchell had to hold her head...I held her feet...one nurse held her butt area...and the other nurse was the scalpel lady...and then the Dr. pulled out the needle. And omigosh if I could have passed out from seeing what was going into her head I would have...but I turned away and Mitchell saw the rest.
What he saw was the medicine going into the infected area...then I glanced and saw a scalpel...i turned away again...and Mitchell said "wow." I looked again and I see him pulling "stuff" out but really all I see is blood just everywhere...I look away again...and then I hear Mitch say "uhh I wasn't expecting that." Curiosity killed me, and I see the Dr. spreading it open with scissors and just ugh...ok no more description because it was basically over. We sat her up...they wrapped her up while she was still screaming...and gave her a sucker...after the sucker magic started to work she looked at me and goes "Tinka?"
Oh, my sweetheart. So here are the after pictures of our war veteran. She is always so pretty in pink.



















Petey checked on her...and no further development in the Petey case...just know that him and Tex have yet to be in the same room together.



Today, our lunch menu consisted of Ramen noodles and Peas...she wanted to play with my chopsticks and so I let Jaxon-son give it a try.




Not too bad...definitely better than her daddy.



She's a goofball like him too.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Heartbroken and don't know what to do.


So...you all know how much i love my family...my husband who is fantastic, my daughter who is perfect...the fetus growing inside of me...and the two fur balls who have completed my life since 3 and 4 years ago. Well, (this blog is about my dogs btw), most of you know that my dogs have a history of fighting with each other...not with anyone or anything else...just eachother. It's the alpha male in Petey that just triggers something sometimes and man can he take it out on Texas.

Well we had been keeping them separated (one inside and one outside) while we were away from the house...until one got separation anxiety or something (boxers get that) and began peeing in the house. We tried the other...after a few days the same thing happened...peeing in the house...which is just stupid for potty trained dogs...i mean they can go from 8 at night to 10 in the morning without peeing in the house but an hour and a half during the day time and it's enough to make me vomit when i walk through the front door.

Needless to say we couldn't have the house smelling that way so we decided we had to keep them outside. They have been getting along fine for months...maybe something changed.

So today they fought...and I have been crying since 5 pm because I know we have to make a decision. Tex is ok. The fight was alot worse than his scars are going to be...but it's not fair to him to let Pete stay here...it's not safe for one of our kids to play in the backyard with him back there...because you just never know what COULD happen. And Pete has been a saint with Jaxon...he lets her climb, pull, pet, and kiss all over him...but after seeing what he did to Tex today, AHHHH! So, I'm heartbroken.
One of two things is about to happen...one...which is the happier one is that we build two pins (that we don't have money for) and just bring them in together at night which makes me kind of sad because they do love eachother (sometimes) and the second choice which thoroughly breaks my heart is to give Petey to someone else. I feel like I would be failing him or something...I know he's just a dog...but OMG if one person says that to me I will probably scream...they have never been just dogs to me and certainly never been treated that way. So if I give him away who do I give him to? I want someone who will spoil him like I do...love on him at night...rub his back...feed him people food...rub his ears...play flashlight chase...just all our little things...but I will never know if I give him away. And...AND he is like the first initial thing that David gave to me...y'all know my strained relationship with my brother!!! Petey was his dog first...and when Dave comes to visit me I know in part it's to see and wrestle with his dogs. Sorry for the long, exasperated vent about my K9 babies, but if anyone has any GOOD ideas I would love to hear them.