tjschettner

Hi there. Easter was great, I hope everyone had a great time with their family, friends and enjoyed the wonderful food served while being safe. I did not make it to the pet communicator, there will be other times. Unfortunately my grams is in the hospital so I decided to use that time and visit her. I am sure glad I did. She will be staying in the hospital possibly another week or more. For those that read these blogs please say and prayer for her. I forgot to disclose this, or if I did I forgot that I did. I have joined Fred Astaire, ballroom dancing. It is so fun, I love it and it is certainly takes my mind off of those other things (divorce) that are happening in my life. Butchy has calmed down since moving in, he is getting used to me leaving which is good. I am going to try to work overtime this weekend which I haven't done for 2 months and the paycheck shows.

I can't believe Easter is right around the corner. It's amzing how time flies, hopefully it slows down to enjoy the summer. So the stories continue.... After I was so fed up with the pooping in the kennel and smearing it around. I washed him and the kennel up. I stored the kennel and swore I am not going through that again. I put up a baby gate for the next day, I actually had to work this time I had left for a longer period of time (working full time -gone about 9 hours). I had called my parents part way through the day to check up on him. My mom had told me that Butchy got loose and scratched at her door. I kept saying I am sorry because I had thought I didn't lock the gate. Well as we were talking Butch got loose AGAIN he started scratching at the door again. After our conversation, I talked to the that evening. Here Butchy escaped 5 times. I have a little escape artist on my hands. The next day, I had no idea what to do next so I went to the vet. There we talked about what was going on and what can be done. The only conclusion is to give him Tranquilizers. I ended up buying them, to my surprise I have never used them as of yet. He was/has been such a good boy since I bought them. We are going to a pet communicator this Saturday, it should be interesting to hear what she has to say.

It's a beautiful day, I wish I didn't have to sit here at work. Although in today's economy I guess I shouldn't be wishing anything other that having a job right now. Let me go back to my story about my boy. So after I heard about the bad things he did the first time I left him, I decided to kennel him. This boy has been so spoiled in the past years that he has never been in a kennel. I thought I would make it nice and comfy, I bought a nice pet bed. I left again for a little bit, this time I placed him in the kennel, with a belly band on. I placed the pet bed in the kennel with a "special" toy. While being gone for a while again I called my parents, they said he's being really good and that he did bark/cry at first but he stopped. He must have gone to sleep. I was so happy knowing my boy was being good. Well that feeling didn't last long. I got home, so excited to see my boy. Went to take him out of the kennel (the top opens so it's easier to take him out/in). I found the pet bed on top of him I removed the bed to find that he was all sweaty and he took the belly band "diaper" off. Well the next day I did the same thing EXCEPT I just put him in the kennel, no diaper, no bed or toy. Again I called my parents, this time he was not being good he barked/cried and howled the whole time while I was gone. I decided to come home early and check on him. I can't believe this (well I sort of can)! I went to take him out and he pooped in the kennel. Not only did he poop but he smeared it all over. I am very upset right now. Can you believe there are more stories to come

Went to the dog park like I had planned on Saturday, Butch really enjoyed it and met many friends. Saturday night I joined my sister, her boyfriend and friend for dinner and games. It was a great night. Sunday my sister and I went to the mall, and spent a sister day together. Enjoyed eating, chocolate, massages and even had fun at a mirror maze. That was hilarious, strongly recommend anyone that hasn't already, pay for it. It is so fun. Then we went over to my sister's and played the xbox with her boyfriend, and the friend from Saturday night. Well my husband just informed me that the paperwork for the divorce has been filed. Soon it will be final. I was asked how a feel, and you know I am okay with it. Unless something major happens with the divorce process that I feel I need to talk about it, I will no longer be discussing him or the divorce. I do enjoy telling stories about my baby, so you probably will read alot about him. In fact he's such a bizarre creature that I am bringing him to a pet communicator this Saturday. So let me tell you how my move went with him. After being home (off of work over a week) in the new place, I decided to leave only for a few hours to get him used to being alone while I was at work. With my parents living upstairs it makes things easier, especially to check up on him. So I called them half way and I guess he cried, howled, and barked, scratched the door as soon as I left and didn't stop until I got home. Boy did he have larengitis that night. I am writing this at work, can you believe between helping customers and typing this it took me 8 hours. More to follow tomorrow.

Thank you for the idea fking, unfortuately this little dog, that seems like he couldn't hurt anything is nothing to mess around with when it comes to his nails or even ticks. I guess being a mommy to him I would rather pay for someone else to do it, then I can be the consoling mom.

I survived the week! It started off badly, but towards the end all is well now and I am moving on. I have dinner plans this weekend with my sister, her boyfriend and a male friend of hers. He also had a stroke, there will be much to talk about. My sister, her daughter and me plan to go out Sunday to spend a sister day together. We have been doing that alot lately. Lately I have been planning outings with my boy, my baby - a pug (Butch(y)). This weekend we don't have anything too exciting planned. Maybe get our nails done (well really his, a nail clipping). He loves potatoes so for a treat for being good (that's a whole nother story) so we go to McDonals for fries or a hashbrown. I think also if it's nice like it has been (I live in Minnesota) I may go to the dog park too. So, here's my story about getting his nails done. I brought him to a local Petsmart to get his nails clipped. This isn't the first time that this has been done, but he seems to be very touchy with his nails. This particular day I brought him to Petsmart was the last day. The technicians placed a collar on him, had 4 people holding him down. They did not finish the nail clipping, instead they gave him back and said we cannot finish. Here's your money, and he's not allowed back. Bad Butchy! So I bring him to the vet and pay more now to have his nails clipped. He used to scream, yell, bite and poop he would get so upset. Until one day.....I told him if he was good that he would get a hashbrown. Guess what? He was a angel, the vet technician was was so surprised that it was the first time in 5 years that he was ever offered a treat. I was so proud of my boy that day.

cont... So as of 3-1-10 I have been on my own with my boy a pug named Butch. He is my world. My husband was my world and to this day he remains to have a big portion of my heart. No matter what happens down the road he was the one there for me everyday in the hospital and assisted me to my therapy appointments. I am confused and angry, but also sad at the same time. I am sure that is a given. Since joinging this group I have realized things happen for a reason. As of 3-22-10 I signed our divorce papers, I thought everything before was fine. I broke down, I didn't handle it well. I even called my husband and begged not to file them. It been a few days since then and I am feeling better now.

I don't have a title yet for my blog. I was advised to keep a journal/blog and thought this may be the best so as I can get support/help from others. I moved alot during my school years, and then graduated from Somerset High School in Somerset, WI in 1994. From then I attended community college, worked 3-4 jobs at once, dated a guy that ended up being my husband years later. We moved into an apartment and started our adult lives from there. We married in 1999, and both had very good jobs earning an income that allowed us to enjoy new vehicles, toys and hobbies. In November of 2001, I suffered a severe brain stem stroke due from Fibromuscular Dysplasia, and the doctors believe the high stress life from work helped the disease. November 27, I arrived to work only to lose vision, and throw up. I was rushed to a nearby hospital where they eventually released me for dehydration. WHAT! I couldn't walk and asked for a wheel chair, where they basically laughed but did end up giving me one. My husband brought me home and I went to bed. The morning of November 28th my husband slept on the couch due to a major snow storm and plowing that morning. My mom called, he answered and came in the bedroom only to find my half on and half off the bed. I guess he asked what I was doing and I said trying to use the bathroom. So he informed my mom I was unable to talk, and helped me to the bathroom. He realized then that something was wrong and called 911. I was rushed to the hospital then. At the hospital, my husband was informed to call the family because I was not expected to live much more than 24 hours. The hospital I was at could not provide the services I needed so I was transferred to another hospital using life link. After I made it a night in ICU, the doctors then informed my family they did not expect me to live 48 hours, and then as I continued to live they kepted putting expectations for me. After 3 weeks in the hospital and now out of ICU and into a rehad center I attended rehab. I was informed that I may never walk or talk again. I attended Occational, Physical and Speech therapy 2 times a day 5 days a week, there my husband was told by me speech therapist that I may not talk for another 6 months. After therapy I went to my hospital room. There I guess I decided that the therapist was wrong (I honestly don't know how I did this) but I remembered the house phone number and my husbands pager after 2 months of not using them and surviving a stroke. When I did reach him, I couldn't speak in a loud tone but I wispered "I Love You". He couldn't believe it and questioned "Tonya". He was so excited that he flew to the hospital to be with me that evening. Let me go back a little, because I wasn't expected to survive and when I did relatives and doctors didn't know the outcome, if I would be in a nursing home or not my parents went to my husband and gave him an out. Meaning they went to him and said they understand if he wants to divorce me. He was so young, 24 years old. His reply was that he wasn't going to do that and he believes in our vows. The nurses were in shocked to see such a young man stand by his wife on a daily basis. It was in February of 2002 that I was released from the hospital, but continued all therapies at the hospital and then eventually at home until it felt I didn't need them anymore. I began driving in the summer of 2003 and went to work full time in May of 2005. In 2005 was also the year we moved up in the world and bought our first house. It was just a great time for us both. Or so I believed. As the years went on, and I am sure with the stress of owning the house, the economy, and the lasting effects of the stroke (which weren't too many) our marriage of 10 years, and relationship of a total of 15 years ended as of 3-01-10