This week was about getting the dogs in order. The past six months effected the dogs in different ways. Lulu, the little dog, became very aggressive toward Tracy. At first I didn't know why and took her to a behaviorist to try and figure it out. It became clear that she was protecting me from Tracy. This little 9 pound dog would run up to Tracy and growl and try to bite her.
The bigger dog, Bubba, was very torn between us. Bubba has always been closer to me and wanted to protect me but at the same time she wanted to spend time with Tracy. She was confused. She also didn't like all the yelling.
Toward the end of the six months Lulu became quite scared with Tracy's aggressive behavior and would jump up on furniture to get away from her. Bubba would move her bedding as close to me as she could.
Bubba was acting so weird over the last few weeks. Was she sick? Was she heart broken? Was her back bothering her (she had a bad back)? I didn't know so I decided to take her to the vet and get her checked out. They ran some blood and stuff and she came out fine. We all agreed that it was probably a combination of bad back and heart broken.
Then I took Lulu to get her nails done and to get a bath. That dog can smell so bad. She doesn't get dirty but she smells so bad. I call her stinky. That should be her name. They said she was so good. I am not sure I believe them, I think they were being nice. Lulu is a growly dog when she gets her nails done. Her nails were so long it was an embarrassment!
I went to see another movie for free: Ted 2. Now normally I probably would not go see Ted or Ted 2 in a movie theater but it was for free so why not. It was fun for free!
At the end of the week I invited my 14 year old neighbor over to watch a movie. He wanted to watch Big Hero 6. It was a cute movie. Boys are so funny at that age. Sometimes you can't get them to shut up and other times you can't get them to say two words in a sentence.
This was a week of getting the dogs settled and back to normal and continuing to get myself back to normal by doing normal things.
more to come...
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Friday, July 31, 2015
Sunday, July 19, 2015
STAY AT THE DOG-FRIENDLY HOTEL
I am in the car with my two dogs and my partner, Tracy, was served the temporary restraining order hours ago. She refused to take the papers and is probably still in the house. I have been advised to not return home until I can get a police escort and that will not happen until tomorrow the earliest. My dog sitter just told me she could not take the dogs. I am parked in my car crying out of shear frustration, hunger and exhaustion.
All I can think is there is no one who can help me. So I called my therapist. I cried for the first few minutes. Choking out my words trying to explain my situation. He helped me problem solve the situation. We figured out that I could not take my dogs to a boarding place but I could find a dog hotel. He used his computer to find me a dog-friendly hotel that was nearby. He gave me the phone number so I could book a room. I figured out that once I booked a room I could drive over and get dog food. I had a collapsible water bowl in my car that I could use and the bird boarders gave me a roll of dog poop bags. I was set with the dogs.
I still didn't have food but I had the dogs organized. I got to the hotel and they were so nice. I got in the room and took the dogs out to pee after they ate. Of course one of them peed immediately on the rug! I ran and got a towel and sopped it up. I think they had special carpets because it didn't sink in. I took them out for a walk and then back to the room where I ordered room service. Finally some food. I would have eaten cardboard at this point. It would have been a nice night except the dogs were so hyped up every time someone made a noise in the hallway, the dogs barked and it was so stressful. Bark, Bark, Bark, Growl, Growl, Growl, Whine, Cry all night long. About 3 am I fell asleep and that was good until 6 am when folks started checking out and the growling started again. I was shocked to hear no one complained! In the middle of the night Bubba had to go out and had an upset tummy but the night door man was nice and watched us to make sure we didn't get mugged.
First thing in the morning the dog sitter said I could drop the dogs off so I could get things done. I drove them over to her house and now I was pet free. I had some room service breakfast and then I went to talk to the manager. I needed to see if I could check out late. I told him my situation and he was SO nice. He offered to go buy me luggage since I only had my stuff in plastic bags. He said they would do anything to help me out. He made me cry he was so nice. I said if he would print out the court papers when they came through and let me check out later, that would be nice.
I had to wait for the court papers to come through so the police would come to my home and escort Tracy out. I contacted the private investigator and asked if there was anything he could do to help out with getting the police to my home so I would not have to wait for 5 hours again. He said he would make some phone calls. I hung out and waited in my hotel room and tried to sleep and do some work.
The papers came through, the hotel manager printed them, the private investigator called to say the police would meet me at my house at 1:30 pm. I was to meet the police outside my house and do not go inside.
more to come...
All I can think is there is no one who can help me. So I called my therapist. I cried for the first few minutes. Choking out my words trying to explain my situation. He helped me problem solve the situation. We figured out that I could not take my dogs to a boarding place but I could find a dog hotel. He used his computer to find me a dog-friendly hotel that was nearby. He gave me the phone number so I could book a room. I figured out that once I booked a room I could drive over and get dog food. I had a collapsible water bowl in my car that I could use and the bird boarders gave me a roll of dog poop bags. I was set with the dogs.
I still didn't have food but I had the dogs organized. I got to the hotel and they were so nice. I got in the room and took the dogs out to pee after they ate. Of course one of them peed immediately on the rug! I ran and got a towel and sopped it up. I think they had special carpets because it didn't sink in. I took them out for a walk and then back to the room where I ordered room service. Finally some food. I would have eaten cardboard at this point. It would have been a nice night except the dogs were so hyped up every time someone made a noise in the hallway, the dogs barked and it was so stressful. Bark, Bark, Bark, Growl, Growl, Growl, Whine, Cry all night long. About 3 am I fell asleep and that was good until 6 am when folks started checking out and the growling started again. I was shocked to hear no one complained! In the middle of the night Bubba had to go out and had an upset tummy but the night door man was nice and watched us to make sure we didn't get mugged.
First thing in the morning the dog sitter said I could drop the dogs off so I could get things done. I drove them over to her house and now I was pet free. I had some room service breakfast and then I went to talk to the manager. I needed to see if I could check out late. I told him my situation and he was SO nice. He offered to go buy me luggage since I only had my stuff in plastic bags. He said they would do anything to help me out. He made me cry he was so nice. I said if he would print out the court papers when they came through and let me check out later, that would be nice.
I had to wait for the court papers to come through so the police would come to my home and escort Tracy out. I contacted the private investigator and asked if there was anything he could do to help out with getting the police to my home so I would not have to wait for 5 hours again. He said he would make some phone calls. I hung out and waited in my hotel room and tried to sleep and do some work.
The papers came through, the hotel manager printed them, the private investigator called to say the police would meet me at my house at 1:30 pm. I was to meet the police outside my house and do not go inside.
more to come...
Saturday, July 18, 2015
SERVING THE TEMPORARY RESTRAINING ORDER
Monday arrived and my attorney could finally get the court papers printed off the court website. I needed the temporary restraining order (TRO) to serve Tracy. I already knew that I was not going to be able to get the sheriff's department to serve the papers. I would have to wait until Friday for the sheriff to serve the papers. I could not image living with Tracy for four more days knowing that I have the court papers.
My attorney told me she had a process server but that he was going to basically hand her the papers and run. This made me nervous. Tracy was so unstable, what if she refused to answer the door or didn't take the papers?
I decided to call a security company that a friend had told me about. I didn't know what they could do for me but it was worth a shot. I called Steve (ex-FBI agent) and he said he could help out by not just providing surveillance but he could also process serve the papers. He said he would do it but he wanted to do surveillance prior to serving the papers.He wanted a plan. He called my attorney and they set up a plan. It was wonderful to be out of the loop on the planning. To hand something over to someone was so stress free. I had been doing all the planning and stressing and controlling for so long; it was exhausting. Someone wanted to take care of me? Do it.
So my attorney and Steve and they organized the plan. We would wait until Tuesday morning. "Could you wait one more night?" What was one more night!?
The plan was that I would get a text early Tuesday morning from Steve. He would ask if Tracy was there. I already knew Tracy had to be somewhere at 8 am. If Tracy was still at the house at 7:30 am I was supposed to take the dogs for a walk on a ruse that I was going to a clients that morning.
Tuesday morning Tracy got up at 4 am and began her cleaning and talking to herself. Ranting and raving about this or that. I had my go-bag packed. When she took a walk at 5:30 am I ran downstairs and put my computer, bag with money and electronic, phone book, etc in the trunk of my car. I left my go-bag with my clothes because it was in plain view and I didn't want to tip her off. I already had all the sets of car keys, garage door openers, etc in the trunk of the car (not too safe I know) so she could not grab them. The dog sitter had dog food already so we were set there. I had extra leashes in my go bag.
At the appointed time, 7:30 am, I got the dogs ready and grabbed my handbag and went out the door. I saw Steve at the end of the block. I took the dogs a few blocks away where Tracy would not see us and waited in the chilly air. We walked, we sat, we walked, we sat. For two hours. I got a text from Steve. It was done but it didn't go well. Where are you? I met him around the block and he told me the whole story.
He and a colleague arrived. The colleague was taping the whole thing. Steve went to the door and at first she didn't answer. Then she finally did. She refused the papers by saying she was not the owner of the home. He explained the papers were for her. She said she is not taking any papers. They went back and forth. He explained that the papers were a temporary restraining order and it says she has to vacate the premises. Finally she opened the door and he served her but she dropped them on the ground. He went back to the car and she came out and started screaming at him and pounding on the car. She was in the middle of the street yelling and screaming.
He retreated in the car and that is when he texted me. He informed me that it was unsafe to go near the house since she is aggressive and unpredictable and still in the house. We called the police to come escort me into the house to get my go-bag, bird, and car. Unfortunately it was a very busy police day that day and I ended waiting for 3 more hours for the police. It took Steve calling, me calling, my neighbor who came to sit with me, calling. Finally a police officer came to the house.
I gave the police officer the papers and he read them. He then asked me when the restraining order was granted. I told him Friday but there was a problem with the website so we could not print the papers. Then we had to get a process server. He proceeded to tell me that I have been in violation of the TRO by living in the same house since the TRO was granted on Friday. I got all upset. You have got to be kidding me?! What was I supposed to do? Move out and let the cat out of the bag that I have a TRO that I can't serve for four more days? You have got to be kidding me. God knows what she could do to the house left by herself knowing that something is going on.
Then he asked me if she has any weapons, do I know if she is in the house, where would she be in the house, is she violent. After answering that no she has no weapons. I don't know if she is in the house but I am assuming she is. I don't know where she would be in the house. I didn't think she would be violent but she did act aggressively toward the process server. The officer called for back up.
Once back up showed up, we entered the house. They told me they would only clear the rooms I needed to enter. The officers did not go downstairs. I retrospect Tracy was downstairs. When I returned there was a note on the door telling me that I didn't put the alarm back on "when I was in the house with my 2 officer friends". There would be no way she would know that unless she was in the house when I was getting my stuff. I grabbed my go-bag, the bird, and some clothes. Then we went into the garage and I got my car. I had everything, I thought.
The officers asked me where I was going to go and I said I was dropping the dogs at the dog sitters and I was going to a hotel. I was exhausted and hungry. I had not eaten since last night. It was now 2 pm. I had two dogs and bird in a car. I had called the bird boarding earlier in the morning and they told me to bring the bird over whenever I got him out of the house. So I took the bird over. They were so nice.
I called my dad and he booked me a hotel. I texted the dog sitter and she told me she had an emergency and could not take the dogs. Huh? The plan was just shot to hell. My dogs don't have the bortatella shot so I can't take them to a boarding place. What am I going to do? I parked my car and started to cry. Uncontrollable crying. I had a plan. Everyone was on board with the plan. Now the plan went to shit. What am I going to do? I am hungry, exhausted, in a car with two very tired dogs who will need to eat in a few hours and I have no dog food. I have no one and nowhere to go.
more to come...
My attorney told me she had a process server but that he was going to basically hand her the papers and run. This made me nervous. Tracy was so unstable, what if she refused to answer the door or didn't take the papers?
I decided to call a security company that a friend had told me about. I didn't know what they could do for me but it was worth a shot. I called Steve (ex-FBI agent) and he said he could help out by not just providing surveillance but he could also process serve the papers. He said he would do it but he wanted to do surveillance prior to serving the papers.He wanted a plan. He called my attorney and they set up a plan. It was wonderful to be out of the loop on the planning. To hand something over to someone was so stress free. I had been doing all the planning and stressing and controlling for so long; it was exhausting. Someone wanted to take care of me? Do it.
So my attorney and Steve and they organized the plan. We would wait until Tuesday morning. "Could you wait one more night?" What was one more night!?
The plan was that I would get a text early Tuesday morning from Steve. He would ask if Tracy was there. I already knew Tracy had to be somewhere at 8 am. If Tracy was still at the house at 7:30 am I was supposed to take the dogs for a walk on a ruse that I was going to a clients that morning.
Tuesday morning Tracy got up at 4 am and began her cleaning and talking to herself. Ranting and raving about this or that. I had my go-bag packed. When she took a walk at 5:30 am I ran downstairs and put my computer, bag with money and electronic, phone book, etc in the trunk of my car. I left my go-bag with my clothes because it was in plain view and I didn't want to tip her off. I already had all the sets of car keys, garage door openers, etc in the trunk of the car (not too safe I know) so she could not grab them. The dog sitter had dog food already so we were set there. I had extra leashes in my go bag.
At the appointed time, 7:30 am, I got the dogs ready and grabbed my handbag and went out the door. I saw Steve at the end of the block. I took the dogs a few blocks away where Tracy would not see us and waited in the chilly air. We walked, we sat, we walked, we sat. For two hours. I got a text from Steve. It was done but it didn't go well. Where are you? I met him around the block and he told me the whole story.
He and a colleague arrived. The colleague was taping the whole thing. Steve went to the door and at first she didn't answer. Then she finally did. She refused the papers by saying she was not the owner of the home. He explained the papers were for her. She said she is not taking any papers. They went back and forth. He explained that the papers were a temporary restraining order and it says she has to vacate the premises. Finally she opened the door and he served her but she dropped them on the ground. He went back to the car and she came out and started screaming at him and pounding on the car. She was in the middle of the street yelling and screaming.
He retreated in the car and that is when he texted me. He informed me that it was unsafe to go near the house since she is aggressive and unpredictable and still in the house. We called the police to come escort me into the house to get my go-bag, bird, and car. Unfortunately it was a very busy police day that day and I ended waiting for 3 more hours for the police. It took Steve calling, me calling, my neighbor who came to sit with me, calling. Finally a police officer came to the house.
I gave the police officer the papers and he read them. He then asked me when the restraining order was granted. I told him Friday but there was a problem with the website so we could not print the papers. Then we had to get a process server. He proceeded to tell me that I have been in violation of the TRO by living in the same house since the TRO was granted on Friday. I got all upset. You have got to be kidding me?! What was I supposed to do? Move out and let the cat out of the bag that I have a TRO that I can't serve for four more days? You have got to be kidding me. God knows what she could do to the house left by herself knowing that something is going on.
Then he asked me if she has any weapons, do I know if she is in the house, where would she be in the house, is she violent. After answering that no she has no weapons. I don't know if she is in the house but I am assuming she is. I don't know where she would be in the house. I didn't think she would be violent but she did act aggressively toward the process server. The officer called for back up.
Once back up showed up, we entered the house. They told me they would only clear the rooms I needed to enter. The officers did not go downstairs. I retrospect Tracy was downstairs. When I returned there was a note on the door telling me that I didn't put the alarm back on "when I was in the house with my 2 officer friends". There would be no way she would know that unless she was in the house when I was getting my stuff. I grabbed my go-bag, the bird, and some clothes. Then we went into the garage and I got my car. I had everything, I thought.
The officers asked me where I was going to go and I said I was dropping the dogs at the dog sitters and I was going to a hotel. I was exhausted and hungry. I had not eaten since last night. It was now 2 pm. I had two dogs and bird in a car. I had called the bird boarding earlier in the morning and they told me to bring the bird over whenever I got him out of the house. So I took the bird over. They were so nice.
I called my dad and he booked me a hotel. I texted the dog sitter and she told me she had an emergency and could not take the dogs. Huh? The plan was just shot to hell. My dogs don't have the bortatella shot so I can't take them to a boarding place. What am I going to do? I parked my car and started to cry. Uncontrollable crying. I had a plan. Everyone was on board with the plan. Now the plan went to shit. What am I going to do? I am hungry, exhausted, in a car with two very tired dogs who will need to eat in a few hours and I have no dog food. I have no one and nowhere to go.
more to come...
Thursday, July 9, 2015
LULU THE DOG ISSUE
As the New Year starts things go downhill. Tracy is more and more depressed. I have more work so I am away from the house. Things are very stressful.
We also have another problem that has been going on since September. During the summer I hurt my foot and I was home almost all the time resting my foot. I could barely drive so I was really house bound. Lulu the little dog got really used to me being around the house for four months. Then suddenly I felt better and I got two new clients and I was out of the house pretty much three days a week all day. Lulu didn't like this one bit. She started becoming aggressive. Not toward me but toward Tracy and toward Bubba the other dog. She was just an unhappy pup.
It got worse and worse. It got to the point that every time I was in a room and Tracy tried to enter that room, Lulu would run up to her and growl and charge her. It was scary and funny at the same time. Funny because she is a 9 pound dog charging a 190 pound woman. I know it was not good for either of them. Lulu also would get very territorial and growl and charge Bubba. It became an issue because Tracy could not enter any room I was in.
I finally took Lulu to a behaviorist and started some behavior modification, trying to make Lulu feel safe. It was clear she didn't feel safe but I could not figure out why. Stay tuned to find out why Lulu didn't feel safe.
more to come...
We also have another problem that has been going on since September. During the summer I hurt my foot and I was home almost all the time resting my foot. I could barely drive so I was really house bound. Lulu the little dog got really used to me being around the house for four months. Then suddenly I felt better and I got two new clients and I was out of the house pretty much three days a week all day. Lulu didn't like this one bit. She started becoming aggressive. Not toward me but toward Tracy and toward Bubba the other dog. She was just an unhappy pup.
It got worse and worse. It got to the point that every time I was in a room and Tracy tried to enter that room, Lulu would run up to her and growl and charge her. It was scary and funny at the same time. Funny because she is a 9 pound dog charging a 190 pound woman. I know it was not good for either of them. Lulu also would get very territorial and growl and charge Bubba. It became an issue because Tracy could not enter any room I was in.
I finally took Lulu to a behaviorist and started some behavior modification, trying to make Lulu feel safe. It was clear she didn't feel safe but I could not figure out why. Stay tuned to find out why Lulu didn't feel safe.
more to come...
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