muzzle the dog

I've had to buy my dog a muzzle and she is not happy with me, AT ALL. I've resisted for years, but she keeps eating more and more garbage and, finally, lastFriday night I came home, found her vomit everywhere and just had had enough. I had a complete meltdown. Not pretty. To prevent this from happening again I bought a muzzle. Bev (my Running Room coach who is the uber dog owner) suggests I get an electric collar so that I can break the habit that way. But, if I use that method, I'll have to be trained by professionals first. I'm thinking I'll try the muzzle for awhile.
I put the muzzle on and Belle gets this incredible sulky look on her face and refuses to walk, so i end up pulling her around the block (she weighs 25 lbs-- it's not as easy as it sounds). She puffs her cheeks out trying to get the muzzle off and puts her nose to the ground and drag it as she uses her two front paws to try and rip it off. I feel like such a bad dog owner, pulling her along as she tries to rip it off. Somehow, electric shock therapy doesn't sound like it would be any better. It's been raining for the past week, so Belle's not walking that much anyway, so she hasn't being going to the bathroom that much & the dynamic is a little crazy. Also, one of the reasons Peter (ex boyfriend) broke up with me was because I had a dog (I don't think it was Belle specific), so that makes me feel weird. I love her whole heartedly and the fact that someone dumped me because of that just throws one into a tailspin.

It's cool though that I can now see that relationship (with Peter) more clearly and so much of the hurt and anger seems to be ebbing away. Talking to him the other night really helped. I don't know if we're going to be friends: he did (does) mean a lot to me, but hearing him talk about other women (no matter how tough I am) really makes me cringe.

I've realized that one of the reasons I feel so crappy is that I've been drinking coffee the past month or so, which I'd given up. So that's probably why i feel so headachy and pukey all the time. Coffee is such a drug.

I did get some sleep last night. I went to sleep without the CBC and I turned off the light. I woke up around 4, went back to sleep until 6:30 (didn't get out of bed until 7:30). So-- I may have turned a corner in sleep deprivation. Yahoo! and--I did some dishes and laundry. I even cleaned the house a little.

Tonight I am going out with Sharon-- who is such a party girl who had pretty much the same thing happen to her: she reached the limits of a committment-phobe's abilities. So tough. Beer will be good.

ok-- I've got work to do :( damn it.

Another Day...

Ok-- I've tried this before (blogging I mean). I have been really bad at it, don't keep it up, full of good ideas, no follow through- you get the drift. So, maybe this time won't be different, but I'd like to think it will.

The blog is Sadie Belle. I am Sadie (or at least part of me is) and my dog (standard sized dachshund mix with long black hair) is Belle. It's just easier for me to remember...

I am currently working as a secretary at a university. I really and truly hate this job. The good news is that I am leaving it soon: I'm moving to Ottawa in 9 weeks (more or less) and starting law school in September. And I am pretty excited: a little nauseous, but excited.
In 30 days I am running my first marathon, which is both exciting and nauseating too. Perhaps this is a theme in my life right now.
I was dumped about a month ago by someone I cared a lot about because I was moving to Ottawa (and he doesn't want a dog in his life) so maybe that's where all the nausea is coming from. It sucks. I ended up talking to him last night (first time since he dumped me BY PHONE, because "if we saw each other, i wouldn't be able to do this"). It felt good, ok. I'm over him, or as much as I can be. But, sometimes feeling stick, you know? and that's what feels not so good. But, soon I'll have moved away and then that's that.

What else? still being haunted by a cold (congested) and think running in the rain last night didn't help. My house is a disaster (I really need to clean) and the weekend is coming up! I'm running 34 km this Sunday. Isn't that great?

that's all for now.