The truth is out
I found this on the internet and I’m pretty sure this is what everyone in my class sees me as (it’s what I see myself as), as well as all of my professors. Did I mention lately that I hate vet school and I want to drop out and just drive my new car around all over the country with my puppy dog in the passenger seat and Jack Johnson playing on the radio, floating out into the beautiful autumn sunshine? Man I wish that kind of thing could pay the bills.
Sigh.
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As requested, I am posting about my new car. My parents were planning on buying me a new car sometime this year because I had the oldest car of everyone, and although it certainly was in the best shape (other than my brother’s fancy Subaru), it wasn’t a very good vehicle for my future occupation and hauling around my 71.6 lbs dog. So I got a surprise call on Saturday from my mother.
“Guess what I’m doing right now?”
“What?”
“Riding around in a sleek looking navy blue CR-V with all the options you want!”
“Reaaaaally?”
“Hey, this is pretty nice!”
Later that day I called my father to ask him how to change out the showerhead in the shower and I got another tidbit of exciting information.
“Hey Daddy, whatcha doing?”
“Oh, just signing the title for your car.”
“My what now?”
“Your car.”
“Well, I’ll see you bright and early Sunday morning then!”
And so the story goes. I packed up my dog, my boyfriend and all the papers I had on the ‘99 silver civic and we trucked the 90 miles down to Houston to trade in two bicycles with flat tires, two dollars in coins, nine pencils and four pens, and two car washes for the most beautiful, slickest looking car you ever saw.
It rides like a dream - I’ve never sat in a car that rode so smoothly. The Silver Bullet had pretty stiff shocks and I was one of those people that went 2 mph over potholes for fear of having my car fall in it and never see it surface again. The CR-V is pretty roomy, especially considering it’s less than two feet taller (but it has 17″ wheels) and only about a foot or two longer than my old car. The car came with a plastic liner for the cargo area, which I had originally intended to be Beau’s riding place, but, of course, he is deathly afraid of the car, so we may have to try alternate doggy-riding arrangements.
The CR-V has a lot of get up and go too, which is really nice. I finally have a car that actually accelerates when I press the go pedal. I mean, I passed someone on 359 with no problem yesterday afternoon - I didn’t have to gauge and wait and gauge and wait until no cars were coming in the opposite direction for 500 miles before passing. It’s kind of a scary power too because the engine is super quiet. It sounds like one of those hybrid engines - there’s a little click and a whoosh and it’s on. Accelerating is equally as quiet and before you know it, you are crusing down a 35 mph road at 50. I just love the fact that now when I get on I-10 behind a 100 year old Dodge Spirit trying to go East to Houston from Brookshire, I don’t have to fear for my life as I hit the onramp at 35 mph from the feeder. I can simply just blow that Spirit out of the water as soon as I can get away from it.
I am so incredibly fortunate to have the parents that I do. I can’t believe they paid for the car for me in full (and ordered an Acura for themselves all in the same day) and let me drive off with it the next day. It’s gonna take a bit to get used to (can’t corner as fast as before) and I promise the world in this moment - I swear, on my honor, I will not be a dipshit SUV driver who can’t park, who tailgates, and who runs little cars off the road because “it’s a big car and they should see me.”
Amen to that.
ps// I have no idea why my hair looks orangey in that last picture.
old stuff | Comments (2)Poor doggy
I feel bad for Beau. Poor guy is taking a drug cocktail at the moment that rivals what some eldery people swallow every day. Just this morning he got 1 levothyroxin, 2 benadryl and 1 sentinel, not to mention the 1/2 tablespoon of dietary supplement and the 1 1/2 cups of organic dog food. Later today I will clean his ears with malaseb and then put in an anti-bacterial/anti-fungal to kill off the yeast and the Pseudomonas spp. All this medicine is meant to alleviate his symptoms of hypothyroidism, protect against heartworm, fleas and intestinal parasites, keep the symptoms of his seasonal allergies at bay, bring out a healthy coat and skin and keep his ears from smelling so darn funky. But I also know that the medicines make him feel funny - the malaseb foams up in his ears and the anti-bacterial/anti-fungal is probably cold and oozy as it drips down the ear canal. A couple of months ago he threw up the Sentinel, and now everytime I give it to him, I can hear his poor tummy squelching. The worst is the Benadryl - he takes two twice a day which is more than enough to knock me out flat. Instead of just becoming really drowzy, Beau simply stares at the walls for prolonged periods of time, and if I touch him he flips around like he was just attacked by a spook. He tries to shake his head, but instead can only rotate his face slowly from one side to the other and then he falls over. The main reason I know he feels weird is because I had cheese and crackers yesterday and he didn’t beg.
Last night it rained buckets here - well at least in Bryan it did. I’d have to say we got at least an inch and a half, if not more. Poor Beau hadn’t been out in quite a while, and so the mean spirited person that I am dragged him around the block in the pouring rain trying to get a doped up dog to go potty. I’m pretty sure how wet we were after this ordeal will be an impossible feat to repeat. You could not get as wet as we were even in the shower. I was literally dripping from head to toe and Beau was quite odiferous in his wet doggy fur.
To get back at me however, he began howling in his sleep again. He was a bed hog. He high-fived me in the face at 3 a.m. As if I wasn’t having enough trouble sleeping already.
Oh the things we do for our dogs and what they do to get back at us.
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