Friday, October 17, 2008

Attack of the Beagle  

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Like I said before Roxie has adjusted pretty well to city life but there's something we still disagree on every time we go for a walk... There are little fried chicken restaurants scattered all around and apparently it is custom to just throw the bones on the street. While Roxie loves this custom I'm not too fond of it. For those of you that don't know, chicken bones (any bird bone) are harmful for dogs because they're hollow and brittle and then can splinter and cause internal bleeding. I have tried my hardest to keep her from eating these bones but it is practically impossible because there are so many and her hound senses are better than mine. She never mastered the skill of dropping and so that means I have to pry her mouth open to get anything out. She also never gets sick from them and hasn't had any problems thus far. So I pick my battles. Well on one occasion, she grabbed a bigger bone than normal and I decided this was a battle worth fighting. I pryed her mouth open like I've done all her life and as I'm trying to grab the bone out she was able to clamp down on my finger! She has never bitten anybody or harmed anything before, besides maybe a grasshopper. I was shocked and very upset that my little baby would do this to me. She apparently couldn't tell the difference between my finger and the chicken bone--for the only thing on her mind was that she wasn't going to give up that bone. So I had to pry her mouth open again to get my finger out. She got me pretty good and deep and so I had to walk back to the apartment with blood dripping from my finger and Roxie looking up at me wondering why I was upset. It wasn't to the bone but there were layers of skin and fat cells coming out of the wound. Due to not being on insurance I had to use my medical skills from my old job and take care of it the best I could. Well it has healed over with no infection and all that remains is a deep tissue scar and messed up finger nail.

by Christi

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Getting Started  

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So this is the long awaited posting for my current fans and potential fans out there... Let me give you some history on how I have ended up in Brooklyn, NY from the outdoorsy/college town of Fort Collins, CO. I have had the urge to move to New York City for about 4 years now and although initially it was for selfish reasons, about 2 years ago it became clear that God was calling me to step out in faith and make this move. I had no idea that this journey of faith would start right away after that initial calling. It was 2 years of waiting on God's timing all the while the desire to move never dying, then in February on a high school winter retreat God gave me the green light to go. On August 29th with the Uhaul trailer loaded; my parents, Roxie (my beagle), and I began our 3-day drive to The City.

Now it has been a little over 6 weeks and I'm pretty well settled into my apartment and, literally, 9'x6' room. The apartment is in a very convenient location with 2 little market type grocery stores on our block, a laundromat across the street, a big park 2 blocks away, and most importantly a subway stop 2 blocks away. My biggest complaint was that we didn't have gas for our stove/oven until last week. It was a constant hassle between the building's maintenance crew and the gas company. It was 5 weeks of microwave dinners, cereal, and sandwiches, which both Rushell (my roommate I found through craigslist) and I have remarked that we thought those days were over.

With my twice daily walks with Roxie (who has pretty much adjusted to city life), I'm getting to know my neighborhood quite well. I have found people to be very friendly. Sometimes the men can be a little too friendly, which gets old pretty quick...if you know what I mean.

by Christi

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