So it seems Chiantra is the real star of my blog. People are overly amused at my personal losses of Tupperware (yes brand name overpriced Tupperware that I can still not refrain from buying despite my OCD food-motivated bitch) and the like. So I suppose I should say something about her since I really haven't for the past while. And why have I not. Because for a short span of time she has been tamed. I have found a cure for her food-stealing obsession and that cure is called surgery. Yes, that's right, on May 30, my dear bitch got her womanhood ripped from her in the serenity of general anesthesia. I cried, yes I really did. I don't know if I was crying for her, or for the thought of her 7 beautiful puppies being the only ones she will ever have. Maybe it was because I thought I would of loved to have one of her puppies but since I will never have more than two dogs that would never happen (we freeze dog sperm so we can have pups from dead males but have not gone that far off the deep end to start freezing eggs and doing IVF with surrogate bitches). And that got me thinking about my dogs getting older and how I, and now Mayson, would cope with their deaths. I never thought of having to explain that to a child when I got the dogs. Maybe I cried because I think about my own reproductive years and how as hard as the last day of breastfeeding is now, how hard will it be when you know it is your last time ever or that you are pregnant for the last time. But who knows, maybe I was pregnant for the last time already, we can not bank on the future.
So yes, the bitch go spayed and I think they took a little part of her brain out that was labelled "sanity" because she has been a "crazy bitch" ever since. Barking like a maniac (yeah, way more than usual, even at us for like the first 5 minutes we are home), snarling at Kusa (but really he deserves it), and holing up in her kennel (her "house"). Anyway, I am giving her some lee-way (how the heck do you write that?) that she is playing the wounded dog role but seriously she better snap out of it soon or....
You know she is crazy when she hasn't stolen any food for 2 weeks. Well, I did forget about this weekend when my mom, who was in from GP for Mayson's birthday, heard her garbage diving in the middle of the night (metal garbage can with step on lid make lots of noise when you open lid with nose and let it drop closed). Anyway, apparently the paper plates from Mayson's birthday party were too much to resist so she had all 20 of them pulled out and chewed up, along with all the fruit debris and drinks. I love waking up to the usual party aftermath only to find my feet sticking to the kitchen floor whilst trying to get a crying toddler her breakfast, preparing for a second birthday, and hosting out of town company on an early Sunday morning. That is my idea of a good time. And so thanks to Chiantra it WAS a good weekend afterall. So that is all she has managed to muster the energy for lately. I do hope she continues on with her new and improved behaviour but I know better than to hope for the sky to turn green. So worry not dear readers, you can take away her womanhood but you can never get her bitch-hood.