What do I do?

What do people with biPolar that are finally medicated and somewhat rational do? Do I go back and apologize to everyone and make ammends? Is there like a 12 step bipolar program? Do people with epilepsy apologize for having seizures? Do diabetics apologize when they are hypoglycemic? This isn't the same thing, or is it? No it is not the same. We have to be able to control ourselves from doing irritional and stupid things. Medication can do wonders for that. I supposed the trick is to know there is something wrong. If we don't know it is broken we won't fix it. I had no clue I was bipolar until Rick told me a couple of weeks ago. He called me a bipolar...ummm I don't remember what all he said. It hurt deeply, but also got me thinking. ...this doesn't have a thing to do with doodles so I will stop....

Peanut Butter started her period today. I would love to breed her to a tiny poodle for Poochies. Anybody want a Chihuahua in a few months? I have to say that I love me some Doodles...but chihuahua are ever so much easier to breed and raise.

BiPolar

I've been going to an intensive evening therapy program and have been diagnosed with Bi Polar. Hmmm...whodda thunk that? That makes 2 (out of 3) of my siblings and me that have it.

Bridge

This has been an extremely emotionally rough week for me. I thought about driving off a bridge on the way home today. Mom talked me in to making a phone call for help and Michelle took me to a psych crisis center.

Today is Bryony's 17th birthday. Happy birthday HunBun I love you!

Is this The End?

Now what do I do? Do I make an end of the diary entry? I've been thinking on this for a long time and decided not to. As long as I have Velvet it won't be the end. Plus, I do have more paperwork to complete. I need to make booklets for all the guardian dogs and officially sign over the dogs to the families. Plus...well writing in a diary is therapeutic for me. Since I stopped being controversial and stopped making regular entries not many people read it anymore. That means I don't have to be afraid of what I write.

The last Lincoln Manor Puppy goes home

This morning I got up bright and early before the dawn lights and took the puppies to the airport. We have a new airport that is farther away. The cargo is at the old one and I was happy knowing I wouldn't have to drive to the new one. Well, I was driving along listening to the radio and contemplating making a final diary entry when I found myself half way to the new airport. If I was a cursing kind of woman I would have said a curse word. There was no way of turning around and once I actually got to the new airport I still couldn't just turn around. I had to actually go all the way around the new airport and curve back to the highway and drive to the old one. I wanted to call the cargo area but didn't want to stop and take the time. I hurried...and made it. Of course they gave me a bit of a hard time and also almost didn't accept Harley's new crate. The puff of this head hair touched the top of the crate and they said he was a bit crowded. I was practically holding my breath, and they did accept him. Whew...bye bye Harley have a good life. He is going to a family with 3 children and the father is a youth pastor.
Now on to Bernie. Bernie is actually scheduled to come back at 3:00 pm today. I ran on over to another airline that accepts walk-ins and they were able to get him on a flight right away. It has a longer layover than I would like, but it is shorter total time than Harley's and is acceptable. Bye bye Bernie...have a good life. Oh man....that was the last puppy ever....that is truly sad. I'm sad. I almost cried. If I was a crying type of woman I would have cried. I wanted to go back and give Bernie extra hugs and pets and squeezes and let him lick my face, but I didn't.

We went to the pet supply store today to get the crates to ship Harley and Barnie home in. We also got a few other things. It cost almost $200, man! At this rate I'll be paying these people to take the puppies. That is how it goes. I know it at this point. I've been doing this for 6 years now.

Harley and Bernie went to the vet today for a thorough check up and to get a health certificate for their flights home. Harley weighs 23 pounds and Bernie weighs 25 pounds. They are big boys. It is funny how they are so much bigger than the pups from Lacey and DaVinci's 2nd litter. It cost over $100! Man, I was not a happy camper. I surely do miss my old vet in Chesterfield. Today's trip was mainly for the health certificates for the flights. They didn't give shots or anything like that. I already gave them. My old vet charges $10 for the certificates, this one charged $25 each, plus over $25 each for the check up. Oh, well, it is her business and she can charge whatever she wants. It is so nice because We can walk to it instead of a long drive. She is also the one that diagnosed Peanut and didn't charge nearly what she could have for that one. I guess it all evens out.

I spent quite a bit of time on the phone trying to get their flights organized so I would have to make only 1 trip to the airport, they would have direct flights, and it would involve no driving through rush hour for the families picking them up. The most important is direct flights, the other would just be bonus. No such luck. They were not able to get direct flights. Oh, I also tried to get them out for tomorrow. That didn't work either. They are going home wednesday.

Puppy swap

Ok, this is it. There is no changing my mind now. Lexie went to the guardian family. They are her forever family, not me. The other 2 boys came with me. Harley is going to move to California and Bernie is going to move to New Jersey. They are both going to families with 3 children and all 3 will have great spoiled lifes.