So, soon there will be room to stick treadmills and all kinds of other things, because there will be an empty space where Coby used to reside. I am so sad about it, but unless he suddenly can handle being inside when we are not home, there is no way we can keep him. We are planning to move soon, and he won’t have the freedom he has now.

If anyone knows a place that he can go that won’t put him down, or has a home where he can live happy and free to be his wonderful self, please do let us know. We would rather him NOT have to be put down. He isn’t a bad dog. He is loving, protective, caring, and energetic. He adores my son and would die for him. He loves to play and wrestle. He loves to chase animals. He loves to be loved. He would be awesome for anyone with small children, a yard, and a home he would be able to sleep in at night with the family.

battery.

So I text my husband (wish I would have had a Bluetooth headset then, cuz the text wasn’t quite enough info), and he says he forgot to charge the battery. That’s all he said. Okay,so I figure I have time to get to my aunt’s, then my father’s and get him to charge it. I only barely made it to my cousin’s house. By the time I got to the city where she lives, I had no signal lights, no ABS and no brake lights.

I had a good time at the party, then called my father to come with his charger. After a few wrong turns, he got there and charged up the truck battery. Surprise! It wouldn’t keep a charge, so my family decided that we should drive it to Wal-Mart and get a new battery instead of trying to continuously charge this one.

That’s where the real fun began.

It took us 3 hours, and a God sent good Samaritan named Tom Earl, to get the battery loose from my truck to install the brand new one. We had to get tools and it was just not pretty. I even injured my hand, which is making it difficult to work today *sigh*. The battery kept its charge long enough to get to my mom’s house, and then come home. The fact is:

We need a new alternator.

When I got home, I came in on a horror scene. The dog had broken from his cage, eaten everything that we told him he wasn’t allowed to have (seriously), threw it all up all over my house, peed, and rubbed his hair on everything. Needless to say, his nasty self stayed outside last night. … sometimes I wonder why I got a dog.

My son and I were headed to my mother’s so that I could get my hair done. On the way we had a few stops to make. That was loads of fun, as there is still a huge detour around the bridge near my house. What they are doing to that bridge, I have no idea. It’s been closed since February. So we had to make a huge U turn of sorts so I could go to the store, get some gas, drop off the dog, all while technically waiting for UPS to let me know when they were going to be at my house. I bought something interesting today while I was out, though I hesitate to say what. Why? well I might tell you in pictures

TOMORROW! HA!

I asked UPS to drop the package tomorrow since they decided to come well after I needed to be gone. I hate that they say they will be there between 1030am and 2pm. Like everyone can wait around that long PFFT.

We finally arrived at my mother’s house around 11am. My mom started my hair and such, then had to go pick up my sister from school, come back and finish my hair. About halfway through, my sister decides to buy tickets to the local airshow for everyone, so I called Husby to ask if he could get those days off. He informs me that my father in law is in the hospital. He might have had a minor heart attack, he said. SO here I am in the middle of getting my hair done and unable to get up to go to the hospital as I would have ended up BALD.

I wait, make a few more calls, and find out it wasn’t a heart attack at all but an episode of PTSD *post traumatic stress disorder*. He gets them every once in a while and they are pretty severe. My husband was there for him, and he is now resting overnight at the hospital.

When I finally am able to get up and leave, the car decides not to start. UGH! It was a lose cable on the battery, thank God. My father was able to fix it up for me, check out other things on the car, and get me going within an hour.

Husby got home not long after we did. The dog *who I picked back up at 7*, is here ans sniffing for food. We ordered out for dinner again since we have been ridiculously tired and not in the mood to cook.

Now we are all lazily laying about the house, getting into the mood for our upcoming adventure to Puerto Rico.

Husby got to finish my car yesterday before the rains came. It took him the better part of the day. We thought the brake line had been loose, and from my view it seemed as if it were only the back brake that was affected. Come to find out, the brake line had snapped at the bolt. Husby, being the handy man that he is, was able to take the same length of piping and securely reattach the broken bolt.

The dog decided to take off yesterday, but I will talk more about that later. At least I didn’t end up with hard feelings toward the dog, but I don’t think he will take off again for a while after yesterday…

I got my Kona in the mail from Marisa. I have a tribute to write to her later…

Husby had his phone stolen yesterday *at least that’s what I gather from the unusual story around it*. So here we go again … on another saga with VM for a new phone…ugh.

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I got some gas in the car, went to McD’s for a McGriddle and iced coffee, swung back across the way to Wendy’s for some nuggets for the kid, then headed across the bridge.

The bank didn’t open its lines till 11 so we had 1/2 an hour to walk around BJs. That was calm enough. Took us about that long to shop and be gone. I bought a huge pack of nuggets, ground beef, skinless chicken, juice, and soy milk. Then we went back to the bank, did our business there, and headed home.

All that was fine and dandy, until I actually got back to my house. That’s when I found out what the dog had been doing in the less than 3 hours since I had gone from the house.

TMI to follow:Coby got…

Kathy invited me to the Akita yahoo group this morning so I am over there reading now. Great stories about Akitas. Coby is not an Akita, but he came from the association so I qualify for entering the group. Go me!

I need to go to a store and buy a few things in the process whether we go to get him or not. I want to hit up Petco for some toothpaste and maybe a toothbrush for the dog since I apparently can’t fine any suitable bones that will offer long term help to make sure his teeth and gums say healthy.