Moppit Diaries

I can't believe that my little puppy is a year old. Its crazy to thing almost a year ago I was driving down to St George to pick her up. I will never forget that day. I was so excited I didn't know what to do with myself. I invited my dad to come with me because I don't get to see him much and I figured that we could use the company. He invited his kids to ride down as well-- so it was Conner, Rosie and I crammed in the back seat with my dad in the front. We were all so excited.

A long car ride later we were pulling off the exit to meet the people. I looked out the car window and I could see 2 women and 1 man standing beside a car with a cage and 3 puppies inside there. We hurried and parked and ran over to meet the people and my puppy. When I looked in the cage I was thinking "wtf none of these puppies are the one I picked out from the Internet." I was so annoyed. They had two Pomeranian/Yorkie mixed puppies and then just one Shorkie. But she wasn't the one I had picked out. I played with the puppies for a minute and they told me to decide which one I wanted. Even though the Poms were really playful and energetic I decided to go with the Shorkie because that's what I wanted all along.

Her temperament was very weird. She didn't move much on the car ride home- she didn't make a single noise and when I would pick her up she wouldn't flinch. When we dropped off my dad and his kids we let the puppy stretch a little. She could barley even walk and I got a feeling things weren't very good with her. I tried to give her some water but she wouldn't take any. We got back in the car and I held her all the way to my aunts house. I was picking up a free TV from her because my other roommate was moving out. She has a Yorkie and I figured I could ask her some questions about how they act and what theirs was like when they first brought him home.

Aunt Camille looked at the pup and was all "you should just make sure to take her to the vet, just in case something is wrong with her. Just make sure that you take her Monday." I started to freak out and get nervous that I had spent money on this dog that was going to die on me on the way home. GREAT. Just what I needed. On the last stretch of the long drive home I thought of names that I could name her. I was thinking CoCo or Chanel or Dolce or something like that.. (a total typical girl-dog name) but when I said Chloe I knew that was it. When I picked that name I thought it was a unique name but now I realize everyone and their dog is named Chloe (literally).

Well when Monday rolled around I took her to the vet and wasn't too worried she was kind of eating and I just figured the vet would tell me to watch her close. She only weighed about 1.2 pounds, she was all hair and no meat. The vet said I needed to give her a milk supplement in her food so that she could gain more weight and that I needed to chop up her food in a blender and mix it with baby food (it was a pain in the butt). Also she said the lump on her neck was just from the shot she had before I got her. We were almost done with the checkup when the vet found that Chloe had 2 hernias. This meant that if her intestines fell through the hole in her muscle that it could kill her- or that if I had to fix them it would be $1,500. Uh what was I supposed to do?? I didn't/DON'T have money for that kind of thing.

I called my mom crying-- she was not comforting. She just said "I told you so Ashlee." I didn't know what to do and the vet wanted to see her in 2 weeks for more shots. I fed her the way I was supposed to and helped to teach her how to walk (how sad is it that a little puppy couldn't even walk? She would just take a step and collapse-- it was depressing) When we went back in that 2 weeks she had gained weight and the doctor said that I was doing a good job as a 'mother' but her hernias were still there. We kept going to the vet for shots and check ups and one day when I went in there the vet looked at me with a smile and said, "Hey her hernias have healed up all by them self :)" I was soo happy.

All in all Chloe and me had our hard times (when she was lying on her death bed!!) and it really stressed me out because she was like a dogchild to me-- but now she is a rambunctious little dog. She has tripled in weight and size. She doesn't even look like her old self anymore. I call her my miracle dog :)......

The day after we brought her home-- look at her precious little nose haha.

Growing up a little more-- she could walk pretty good at this time.

My favorite picture ever-- Sam is laying down calmly while Chloe is chewing on her tail and Ozzie is humping her.

After bath time with mom!

Graduating from puppy school.

Chlo sleeping with Suzy-

Chloe at Dave's basketball game-- she is so cute. :)

This is why we call her Moppit Head. Her hair is out of control.

Poor puppy- getting tortured by Coco's hat.

TREATS!

She might look innocent but she is totally not... She is thinking, "Hey Aunt Lindsee you best be giving me that treat before I rip your freaking head off."

All. About. Her. Blog.

So there is this friend I have, she is amazing. I don't know what I would do without her. Do you ever have friends that make you feel bad about yourself? Or that you feel don't treat you as good as they should? I have many of those. I mean I've been through a lot of friends- always learning the hard way that they are only in the friendship because it works for them but as soon as it stops benefitting them they screw you over and leave. Well THIS person is not one of THOSE friends. She is the kind that everyone hopes to find eventually in their lives.

We had a falling out my senior year. I was more into hanging out with 'party' people when she was into hanging out with the old original high school friends. We had our moments of immaturity and back stabbing but I knew that if I EVER needed her she would ALWAYS be there for me. We would make up and be close again but someone always brought drama between us. Our friendship rekindled a couple of months ago when we both realized that our drama was SO high school. And since then things have been perfect. This girl is seriously my sister and a part of my family.

I guess why I am writing this sappy blog about her is because I feel like she has truly made an impact on my life. She is so strong and so willing to be there for me. If I'm having one of those "fck my life" kind of days I know she will always be here to pick me up when I fall. I love this girl so much and I don't know how I ever made it without her. She is the perfect friend and I just want her to know that I owe her my life. She brings out the best in me and we are perfect together.

I love you Linds. Through thick and thin NEVER forget that. You are my angel.

Birthday Surprises

So the night before my birthday I was complaining about HOW GAY BIRTHDAY'S REALLY ARE to Bre. I feel bad now ha ha little did I know my wonderful roomies were going to throw me a party to remember.

At about 12:10am my birthday "morning" this happy crew pop into my room. They sang me Happy Birthday and Chloe was so excited all she wanted to do was jump down and give me birthday kisses (ha ha NOT, its more like she would wanna bite my hand or lip or anything she could get her teeth on) anyways, that was a nice surprise and here is the image I captured of the lovely gathering. (Lindsee and Bre will probably kill me for this lol).

When I was getting ready for work that morning I hear a small knock on my door, it was the girls again with a cupcake and candles singing happy birthday again. lol. I asked them, "Wow you guys are tweakers, when the crap did you guys make these cuz I was with you both all night!" Bre, "The same time we did the rest of the apt." To my surprise they had decorated the WHOLE apartment with streamers hanging from the ceiling and all over the floor. There were balloons and birthday hats scattered throughout the apt, and a big huge card :) it was great. When I was walking out to my car it was not in the spot it always is in, so I looked around the parking lot. They had wrote all over my car that it was my birthday and then moved it. It was embarrassing but i still liked it :)
The rest of the day was good and just like a usual birthday-- cake at work, dinner with the family, getting great gifts, etc. Afterwords all my friends came to my apt and we all just hung out. We made friends with the Hicks that live across from us and they gave me $20.00. SCORE! The rest of the night was just fabulous. And then with all the birthday money I got a pierced my nose for my own special gift :) I love it and hopefully it lasts this time!
I think what i learned from my birthday this year was to not have these expectations that it will be a horrible day because if you think you will have a great birthday you really will :) I'm very happy I have the friends that I do and i need to be grateful for what I have, which I always try to remember!
Ooh and then I found this lovely picture the morning after my birthday-- ha ha love surprises!

(LOVE YOU LINDS!!!)

Since when did birthdays suck major butt??

So its only about 18 minutes to my birthday and I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of dreading it. Birthdays used to be so fun when you were younger. BUT SINCE WHEN AM I OLD?? Everyone in the neighborhood would know it was your birthday 2 weeks before the actual day. Everyone was super stoked and you handed out birthday invitations to all your close friends. When everyone came over you got lots of gifts, played pin the tail on the donkey, ate cake, etc. It was so fun and memorable. These past couple of years have just been like any other day. Mind you I don't think that i need a huge birthday celebration since I'm older and don't have all my neighborhood friends, but hell you could at least get your close friends together and have a little party.

I guess I'm just frustrated that all my friends are busy with work and their own lives these days but it makes you feel bad when you have these false expectations for your birthday. You always hope someone is going to throw you a surprise birthday party, or have everyone planning on getting together to celebrate. But these days its not like that. Oh well. All in all at least I have my family who will take my out to dinner and give me something to look forward to, and at least I have a boyfriend I can count on and the girls night on thursday. But its times like these that you learn who I'm trying to grown in my own really cares about you and who is only nice to you when it benefits them.  :) Happy birthday to me! Growing a little more every year.

Raging Water Adventures

The weekend came here fast, and its getting close to my birthday (only 3 days left!). Karina decided to get everyone together to go to raging waters in early celebration of my birthday. It was so fun! We didn't get there till around 2:30 which kind of sucked but we were there for a good 5 hours. But with our luck it was party cloudy and overcast most of the day. Oh well though.

Me and Hole (aka Taylor Hanz-a-lick) got a two seater tube. It was awesome. We played for a long time in the wave pool and then went on lots of slides and let me tell you, when you have 2 people in a tube for a slide you go alot faster and its alot more enjoyable. Well anyways, we were standing at the top of one of the slides waiting for our turn to go when we hear a slap. When we look to the right of us there is a kid (about 12?) laying face town at the top of the slide. Wtf?? It all kind of happened in slow motion, you know when you feel like something is lasting for 20 minutes but in all the spare time you have NO idea what to do? This kid is just laying there... for my guess about 5 seconds, and not ONE person goes to help him. No one reaches down to check him or to make sure he is still alive. The life guard just kind of shrugged and had a stupid blank look on her face, when all of a sudden the kid jumps up and is like "I'M READY TO GO!" But you could tell he was trying to play it off like nothing happened.

I felt bad for the poor kid, he was not ok-- obviously-- and no one bothered to help him. I'm just glad it wasn't me. But its not like I didn't have anything embarrassing happen to me. When we were all in the wave pool me and hole thought it would be fun to tip ourselves over. Maybe I should back up and tell everyone that my swimming skills suck major butt, I am still plugging my nose to go under water while no one else has to do this. (When did everyone learn that trick anyway??) Well we fall off our tube and the waves kept covering my head when I thought it was a safe time to take a breath. When I finally gain control and got back on the tube my bottoms fell down and my whole bare butt in right in this fire crotches face... he was older, probably 40, and had a creeper look to him, he enjoyed that sight way too much. I was pretty embarrassed.

But other then that I had an amazing time and I'm super glad everyone that went was there to support me for my birthday. :) I'm excited for my real birthday! 3 days to go :)

4th of July, Should Have Listened To That Little Voice

This 4th of July was eventful but maybe not in the way I would have liked it to be. As you can see I'm starting a blog (not that anyone is going to read it). I decided I would like to work on my writing skills- but who knows how long this will last. Anyways--

Me and all my friends went up the fireworks, and besides a few complications it was a pretty good time. I mean the fireworks look the same as they did when you were a little kid. They aren't anything too special. Plus there were alot of people and I was dreading having to drive in the traffic. We all went out to Brice's later that night which was fun, the boys played games and the girls ate food (best part about holidays-- lots of food). After that some things went down that I'm not going to blog about but they sucked butt and ruined my weekend and my families.

All in all the weekend was good, but do you know when you have that little voice in your head that says, "Ashlee, stay home, don't go out. Just put on your Friends dvd's and STAY IN BED!" Well thats what happened to me this weekend. Sometimes you regret not listening to that little voice, and after this weekend I've definitely learned that I'm just going to listen to what that voice tells me more often! But since that I've been creepin on the low, me and Josh take my puppy Chloe to the park every day. She loves to be our watch dog and let me tell you she is a killer. I really don't have any more details to write about in this blog except that my 19th birthday is in a week from today (yay) and I'm going to a water park Saturday. I'll hopefully be posting pictures of that next week. As for now I'll see you all on the flip side.