the rainbow is gone

Attempting to fight the blogger widget bull-shit by trying to combine it with my html template did not work. I succumbed to the pre-formatted blogger template. Boo. The other one was splashy and bright and now this one looks plain old dull in comparison, but for all involved, this is probably easier. Especially little Olive. I don't think she could have caught on very quickly to any html commands. She just learned her own name this week.

Olive has been getting much better with the biting and "No!" command. She comes when called by her name (usually) and waits patiently without barking for her food. She always goes potty in the correct spot (the kitchen piddle pad) and is growing and, ahem, filling out a bit.

I cut her nails again this weekend since the first time I did it, I really didn't take enough off, but bad mommy had the frickin' clippers backwards and so I got a vein. She let out a little cry, but no different than the first two cries she had let out the weekend before upon the first two nails, but after a bit she started bleeding all over. She was fine in the end. My pants and shirt were covered in little bloody paw marks which just breaks my heart, but I held a wet paper towel covered in the styptic powder that came with the clippers (thank god!) and eventually she stopped bleeding. It was quite scary and I am very sorry I did it. I'm pretty sure she forgives me, though, since she has been acting fine ever since.

The accidents continued to roll all weekend long. I slammed my right index finger in a car door and took off a corner of the nail. It is better today with a band-aid strategically placed so I can type, but I also gave myself a burn on the wrist making grilled cheese while Jess-ter was sleeping. That'll teach her to never leave me alone to my own cooking devices...heh. This isn't that unusual for me since I am the most clumsy person you will ever meet (I have broken almost all of our graduation present glasses, and we haven't even been graduates for 9 months), but it is particularly difficult when you still have accidents on your hands from the week before. Yeah. Trying to shave the skin off of your pinky...don't try. Washing the knife and slicing the same finger that would be slammed in the car door...not so much fun. I just can't help it.

Tomorrow Olive goes to the vet for another set of shots. I think this set will mean that we can take her outside (finally!), but it might be another 3 or 6 weeks until we can take her to the park. I am seriously so excited about this prospect. (heh...especially since we the closest park we will be going to is Prospect Park...ha!) At night when I come home from work, she is so excited to play fetch, but the apartment is only so long for her to run! She runs all around, in laps, doing "mad dog"to let out that energy which would be the perfect use for the park! She is ready. I can tell. But, we will have to wait for what the vet says.

Last night I had a serious happy-attack. Like giggling with glee happy. I just got so, so, so excited that I finally have a pug puppy like I have always wanted and talked about. It is unbelievable to get what you want and even more unbelievable when it turns out better than you ever expected. I mean seriously, I am in such a happy place in my life because of this puppy and the love around me!