Jeph Has Titled This Post: aAwwssde43333wea

Hey all. Time to read about my life again!
I'm on track to graduating with honors! I've gotten A's on every assignment so far and I'm beyond proud of myself. I've been working ahead when I can and letting myself take breaks during my flare days. I'm about a month ahead after I finish the section I'm currently working on. I've had several flares, but because my time management skills have been A+, I've been able to completely take that time off and just rest and recover and let myself breathe.
I've decided I'd like to become a Canine Good Citizen Test Evaluator. First, I need to work for two years with many different breeds and many dogs and then take an extra course through the American Kennel Club. In order to become a Therapy dog, dogs must pass the CGC test and in many programs, service dog candidates must pass this test as well. I think it's a good way to get involved with those communities while I save up money and time to do Service Dog Trainer courses and decide which organizations to look into.
I've been using what I am learning with Baby Jeph and he is responding incredibly well to it. I am very proud of the little guy and Ray is bursting with pride over both of us.
My sweet Riley started feeling ill a few weeks ago and I noticed almost immediately that something was wrong. She was growling at Jeph and sleeping all the time. She was also very reluctant to turn left and seemed to be almost hopping at times. We took her to the vet and my suspicions were confirmed. My little girl is starting to have hip dysplasia issues with her left hip. A surprise was that she also has a torn ACL in her right knee. She's on strict rest and no working for a few weeks while the knee heals and then joint supplements for life for her hips. Her right hip was a little swollen, but the left one has started deteriorating. Because of this, I feel like Jeph's training needs to take an even faster track. I'm not sure how long Riley will be able to work and I want to be able to go places with a Service Dog, as it does make a world of difference for me. It's honestly breaking my heart because I can't verbally explain to Riley that she gets to take it easy. She thinks I'm being unsafe in leaving her and asking her to rest instead of work. The looks she gives me are hurting my soul. She's honestly saved my life many times and I wish I could explain to her that I'm trying to return the favor. The good news is that the joint supplements have helped already and she's a much happier little girl.
I have a billion and one appointments with specialists coming up in the next month. Currently, I've finally found a muscle relaxer that helps me. It puts me to sleep, but I've been healing because of it. My new Internal Medicine specialist is absolutely fantastic and a dream come true. He found the muscle relaxer for me and has been attentive to all my needs and answered my many questions and phone messages promptly. He's also fought with my insurance company on my behalf...and won. Multiple times. He's my primary care doctor now so I'm in very, very good hands.
Speaking of that, my husband remains amazing. As if there was ever any doubt of that. He's always taking care of me and our fur kids (and now also our scaly lizard kid, Krit). I'm even more in love with him now than I was when I first fell for him, and even more now than our wedding day.
I let Jeph title this post. He did so by hitting the keyboard with his paw and dropping his Kong on it. Inspiring. Maybe I'll start him his own blog.

So Many Adventures

So this blog is entitled "The Grand Adventures of Abby" and it's funny because I've been too busy having grand adventures to write a blog post for the blog about my grand adventures.

I went to a Korn/Stone Sour concert. It was a religious experience. Absolutely phenomenal. I had chills, tears, I felt like I was floating, and I stared at the hazy sky above the outdoor stage, saying "Thank you," internally over and over again.

Husband and I keep making it a point to find new places to eat. We tried Rebel Donut, the donut shop that invented a donut based on the meth made in Breaking Bad, and it was delightful. I had one with black frosting and my teeth and tongue were dyed an inky tone for several hours. I regretted nothing. We also went to a local pizzeria which has been featured in many magazines and TV shows and it was lovely. The people obviously cared about their food and we dined by a signed autograph by a young Tom Selleck.

We also experienced our city's fair. It was...pretty bad, actually. Really underwhelming and all the rides were overpriced. But we enjoyed the free circus (which was abysmally small but still fun).
I took my husband on a one-night getaway because this month is our wedding anniversary. And also because we really needed it. We had a lovely time at an adorable hotel that had a water park connected to it.

The dogs were boarded together for that one night at our favorite boarding kennel. They've taken care of Jeph since he was a wee pup. I was so scared to board Riley, as she's never spent a night away from me since I got her. But every nervous phone call to the boarders confirmed that the two of them were having the time of their little lives. And when we picked them up, we noticed that they'd worked through some of their issues. Jeph no longer bites Riley under her face and she knows how to tell him to go away when she wants to sleep. Riley's gotten a bit more needy, but we expected that.

Another reason my baby girl is needy is because we added yet another member to our family. Kritopher "Krit" Wignarajah is a baby bearded dragon, just out of the egg. The name "Krit" is from a really terrible romance novel I read when my husband and I were first dating. We agreed it was the stupidest name we'd ever heard, and decided one day we'd have a pet with that name. Krit's been with us for just a few short weeks and already has established dominance over both dogs and eaten over 100 small crickets. He likes to sleep on my shoulder. Bearded dragons have the cutest tiny snores! We got him because we wanted a low maintenance pet that could keep me company while I studied but that I wouldn't have to play with and get distracted by. We thought about fish, but I honestly hate fish in tanks and bowls. It gives me anxiety to think of them trapped in that tiny enclosure and internally screaming their whole lives. But Krit does not internally scream. He internally judges everything we do. He thinks he is the king and everyone else is beneath him. The looks he gives us are hysterical!

Jeph is learning really quickly now. He sleeps at the bottom of our bed now, but sometimes he needs to go back to his kennel because he gets too rambunctious at strange hours. He is almost 90% loose-leash trained, but is afraid of cars, motorcycles, weed-wackers, lawn mowers, small children, and the occasional smell he can't identify. He's slowly becoming a "good boy," and we couldn't be more proud!

I'm so afraid of failing at this school thing. I can't seem to focus the way I could pre-brain surgeries. And I can only take notes for fifteen minutes at a time. It's frustrating, but hopefully I'll figure it out.
I'm a little scared because I had crawled my way out of that awful depressive PTSD trauma episode and today I suddenly felt...like I was in a dark tunnel and it was closing in on me. I actually said, "No, no no!" out loud. I feel like I am teetering on the edge of this nasty cliff after finally making it back up to the top. To try to help with this, my husband suggested I take tonight off from studying. Hopefully some extra rest will help. I am worried. I cannot afford to not be able to do my school work due to another crippling episode.

Love to you all. Stay safe. Stay here. I care about you.

A New Adventure Begins

I am officially enrolled in a program that, when I complete it, will let me obtain my Dog Trainer License. That's right, folks. I'm turning my hobby into a profession. My love for dogs is going to carry me through these intense classes and into a career I can tell I'm going to enjoy.
Not going to lie, this program scares me a bit. I wasn't at all worried about it until I looked over the material. This is definitely an in-depth program that is designed to ensure only the absolute best reach the end and graduate with their license. I really want to be a part of that elite.

My husband took me to buy school supplies. I've always forced myself to buy practical supplies, but this time I let myself indulge a bit. I do have normal pens, pencils, and erasers, but I also have a glittery zebra binder, a glossy pink folder, a shimmery planner, and a pretty golden notebook. My fellow EDS-ers can appreciate the zebra binder. It's mint green with glittery gold zebras.

Once I finish my book learning portion, I get to work with shelter dogs as part of the school's outreach program. I'm going to work with the dogs who really need it with the goal of getting them adopted. Both of my fur babies were shelter dogs, so I am ecstatic over this opportunity to help other doggos find forever families. I will then get to shadow a mentor and eventually teach classes under their supervision.

Those of you who know me know that I have a tendency to rank academics as #1 in my life. This means I will sacrifice sleep, food, family, friends, health, love, everything and anything for the grade. And not just any grade, the top grade. The one thing I have been scared about is that this program will ignite that toxic part of my brain/personality and that this toxicity will take over my life as it had for so many years. I am determined to not let that happen. Part of that is that I could start studying tonight, but I am forcing myself to wait until tomorrow. I went ahead and looked over the material, but then made myself log out of the online Student Center and I'm blogging and watching America's Got Talent and World of Dance (Fik-shun is a contestant and not a judge?? What is this??) and playing with my dogs. I also made myself stop and eat supper when I realized that I was so absorbed in looking over the material that I was ignoring my stomach pains. Many people don't realize that my GPA was my life for so many years that when I graduated college, I didn't know how to define myself anymore. I didn't know how to measure my success. It took years to get over this awful way of viewing my life, and I'm still not entirely over it. I don't think I ever will be. But I do know that being aware of it means I can make conscious efforts to not let this toxic mindset back into the driver's seat of my life. I will complete this course and I will graduate. I am determined. But I am equally determined that this will not be at the expense of my life, health, and happiness.

My baby Jeph is my "project" dog. I get to take videos of our training sessions, proving I can apply the lessons I'm learning to a real-life canine. Mr. Jeph is unsure as to how he feels about this. He'd rather climb on the kitchen counters and explore trash cans. But he will learn. He's a smart little guy.

To summarize: I'm so excited and so intimidated and so ready. Bring on the pups!