Think of the tune from "The day the music died" ,by Don McLean

Bye bye, Mr Maccy dog, bye

Drove my pettie to the vettie

And watched my dog my die

He was a good old boy

He brought a tear my eye

As I whispered

This'll be the day that you die

Rest in peace and eat all those flies (hey it rhymes and he loved to eat flies!)

Yep. Yesterday was shithouse. THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE. We had to take my beloved 14yo furbaby Mac the std poodle, who I got for my 16th birthday, to the vet to be put down. He has had some troubles in the past year with tumors and arthritis, and in the last few weeks he has been given extra medication to assist with the arthritis. Quality of life has always been the issue and even on sunday he ok and wanted to go for his walk. He has had good days and bad days, bad days he just slept and ate! But yesterday he couldn't get up and when he finally did, he couldn't walk, it was like he had a stroke. He didn't want to eat either. It was awful. I

finished work at 5am and came home for a little snooze. At 8.30am Mum and I bawling made the decision that we couldn't let him suffer any more. So we called dad and he came home from work and at 11am yesterday morning the vet injected Mac with the old green sleep, and that was it. He was gone. OMG here were mum, dad and myself bawling in the vets room, while our neighbour kept Grub outside while it happened.  After he had passed away I let Grub come in and say goodbye to him, he gave Mac a kiss and cuddle and told him that he loved him and wanted to keep him. It was so lovely. So we had to leave Mac at the vet's till last night as Dad had to go back to work and we didn't have anywhere to keep him till we had a hole dug for him.

At 4pm our nieghbours from next door and across the road came over and dug Mac a grave under the frangipani trees at the front gate. He loved that spot and would always wait for us there till we returned home. Dad picked him up and took him for one last drive past the pony club where he always went to on his walk then brought him home where we buried him. We put his blankets, dad's old work boots (he always took the arounds the yard if we went out without him!!), a plugger of mine that he chewed up, sundays newspaper (that was his last ride to the paper shop!) and some doggie treats, in with him. All of his favourite things. The said goodbye and filled it up. So we cried again.

After we had buried him, I brought Grub out so he could see where he was and cried a little bit because he wants to keeep him! So the first thing he asked for this morning was to go up to the gate and talk to Mac. Then he wanted to have his breakfast with him too. He's so used to telling Mac to shove off when he's eating!

So not having him around is certainly going to take some getting used to. I cried all day yesterday and got a headache from it. I was supposed to work last night, but called and told them no way. I've got to go to work tonight and I still can't not cry when someone asks how I am!

I am just a friggin mess. He was the best dog ever. He adjusted so well to having a baby in the house. He and Grub became the best of mates. I miss him sooooooooooooooo much already.

RIP Mac. Love you lots, but now you are in peace and playing with all of your mates that gone to puppy heaven!

Thought I should drop by and say hi. Haven't been around much lately, just had heaps on.

OK from the last blog.....

The "bring everything" party....well it seems karma got the better of the host...it got rained out and cancelled! Aww shucks, I sure was disappointed! And it seems that everytime since she has tried to arrange something like lunch or movies etc either she has gotten sick or someone has been working etc and we can't make it work out. Hell she has some bad luck there. But really. I'm over it now. I decided to take a page out of her book and think about myself for a bit. It's only fair that I should!

So what's been happening.........

Finally got notification from the hospital about my ENT surgery. Oh I'm non-critical, so good luck with getting it done before I'm fifty and my whole head explodes from the pressure! Yeah had probably my worst sinus infection a couple weeks ago, it was so bad that I spent about three days just in bed with a wheat pack on face to try and releive the pressure pain. And that was as well as using antibiotics, antihistamines and ibuprofen. I was boogying in my dreams that's for sure!

Started my uni course. So have been trying my hardest not to be distracted. Got all my stuff in the mail. Yikes! Having a little trouble adjusting and getting motivated as I don't have any classes to go to as it is all through open universities and I do it at home. But motivation will kick very soon, as I have an assignment due in about 3 weeks time. I seem to work better under pressure!

Oh and to top it off.....some srtange part of my brain thought it might be a good idea to get a JOB! Like I don't have enough to do. Couldn't find any govt jobs with 20hrs or less, so am going to be doing a no brainer. Woolies night fill! So we'll see how that pans out and how I cope with it all. If it's not working out then I'd say that it will be first thing to go. But let's see what it brings.....

Mmmmmmmmm what else........

Grub is doing really well. Can't keep enough food to him! I've had to put more in his lunches now. When he goes to kindy I pack him 2 full sandwiches (4 slices of bread), tub of chopped friut, either a banana or an apple, tub of yoghurt or jelly, tub of savoury snacks like crackers, ham stick, dried fruit etc, his bottle of water and sometimes a juice!!! Then after kindy we go for our cino where he has his babycino and a slice of fruit toast or a scone. THEN he comes home and eats all of his dinner and about 1hr after that he's lining up for dessert!!! Breakfast is either 4 weetbix or porridge!!! He eats like it's his last meal!!! Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, he just blows me away!

The other baby of family is also eatin well too, which he has never done in his life. Happy 14th Birthday my fur-baby Mac! Yep my 16th birthday present, celebrated his 14th birthday with a visit to the vet where he had his temp taken (up the bum!), his prostate checked (again, up the bum) and then got a jab of some really good gear for his arthritis (not the bum this time!). Poor Bugger! My mother sure knows how to book these! My 16th birthday she booked me in for my tetanus shot and then I had to play netball that night! Thanks mum. She also sent my brother for vaccinations on one of his birthdays! Nice to know she doesn't have favourites! So to make it up I stopped on the way home and brought him some lovely diced veal, doggie bone biscuits and liver treats. I think he has forgiven us!!! But the downside of it all, is that this time next year we will most likely be without our beloved Mac. Basically if his condition deteriorates any furhter we know that it will be time to put him to sleep. Not looking forward to it, but quality of life and comfort is the main priority here. I love him to much to have him suffer. And I'm going to cry for at least a week when it happens. He's the only pet I'ver ever had, and he is just part of the family. He has such a wonderful temperament and character. There's just no words to describe how much I love him, and what an effect he has had on the whole family. He has such a placid personality, he has never ever bitten anyone or even looked like it. His bark is enough to frighten people, but he's a big baby....but we've never had a situation where he has had to defend any of us and I know for sure that he would if he ever had to. He  adjusted so well when I came home from hospital with Grub and the two of them are best mates. Even when Grub shoved his finger up Mac's nose when he was asleep! He could never be replaced. I love my dog.

And in between, been selling bits and pieces on ebay to try and clear out some wardrobes! Which only get filled again because this child won't stop growing! I had to go and buy him all new shorts for playing and kindy the other day because they were all too small. There goes $55 I hadn't intended to spend. Thank goodness for sales! Got him 3 pairs of good shorts and 7 for home/kindy. Far out is it any wonder I need to get a job. It seems like I am buying clothes at least every four months. Damn it. Can't a live somewhere that has the same temperature all year round so I don't have to buy clothes because the season changes!!! Ahhh my little dream utopia!!

Anyway, what I thought was going to be a short and sweet little blog has turned into this. OK so that must mean I really have been busy!!!!

So have a good weekend all!

I am having another whinge today. I had to discuss this with another friend who is involved to see if I wasn't reading wrong or over reacting.

OK here I am in the midst of arranging mine and dad's combine 30th and 60th birthday party AKA the 90th! Caterer is booked, getting quotes for hire equipment etc So all going well.

I get an email invitation (that's fine) from a friend on wednesday saying she is having her 30th party next saturday night ie the night before father's day. Nothing like a bit of last minute planning there missy. But this seems to be the usual with her, we should all drop everything because she has decided that she wants to do something now, on her terms, and that's how she has become.

So the email goes on about her birthday, where it is etc (at her house) then proceeds to say BYO drinks (I'm cool with that), BRING a bottle of white spirits or wine to put in the bowl AND bring something for the BBQ!!!!

OK I am little bit miffed here. It's her party and she's providing what for the whole 10 guests she has invited?

I am really annoyed. ATM I don;t have a job, but I am using what little spare $$$ I have to go towards xmas and putting this party together with my dad.

Yet she and her husband both have really great paying jobs and think nothing of going out and buying $800 necklaces or $300 shoes, yet is being really tight about a tiny little party.

I don't know if it's because I am still shitty with her about her behaviour at my night out I had with the girls for finishing my course.....short version...she kept pissing off because we weren't at a club that she wanted to go to, then when we did go there, she still pissed off and we waited 45mins for her and found her down the road coming out of another club. It was my night and she couldn't even stop thinking about herself for a few measly hours. After 2hrs she said "oh you don't mind if I leave do you" to which my reply was "Of course I don;t". Just annoyed.

So yeah, I am annoyed and puzzled by her behaviour of late and this just feels like the icing on the cake so to speak. I just keep shaking my head in disbelief.

I'll go, as I usually do, because I am a friend (one that is becoming very weary). But I am not taking anything for the bowl, as I don't drink those nasty concoctions. I am not taking anything for the BBQ as I will have eaten dinner already (doesn't start till 7.30pm) and I will only take one delicious can off CC and Dry as I will need to know what I have drunk as I have to drive home. I will not be staying late, as I already have family plans the next day for fathers day that involve breakfast and I want enjoy that time with my family.

So there. Whinge over.

OK here it is, no holds barred.

Saturday wake up with the sweats/chills virus Grub had earlier in the week, biggest meanest period I have had in over 5 years AND due to the crappy pizza on friday night a relapse of my diverticulitis. So that means I am vomiting and pooping like there's no tomoorow.

Today, still my bum is still doing overtime and I've HAD ENOUGH. I hate my bowels.

There. Now I will stop the self pity and perhaps start looking at my uni texts instead. Now that's constructive, I can sit on the loo and study at the same time. BINGO!