Feeling tense

No clue what is going on, but I feel like I'm on pins and needles. And the sucky thing is that it seems like every time I start to relax, something jarring pops up. Example: yesterday was just plain beautiful outside. So I decided to pop on my swim suit and go lay out by the complex's pool. I was there a solid hour and was all relaxed (I'm a Leo, the sun makes me naturally happy) I walk back inside my apartment and gasp. Pure panic.

Bits of Dove Promises' wrappers all over the floor. My 15-lb dog managed to pull a Target bag off the coffee table and destroy the bag. Dog owners know that chocolate is pure death for a dog, so I called the vet immediately. They gave me two options - bring him to the after hours emergency clinic ($125) or call ASPCA's Animal Poison Control Hotline ($65). Ok, despite my panic, did anyone else realize there was poison control for pets?! I was oddly impressed. I decided to go that route. Called the 800 number and within minutes was talking to a representative telling the story. Seeing as how my pup destroyed the ENTIRE bag, they determined that yes, that is a deadly dose. The vet advised me to give him 1 tbs of hydrogen peroxide, walk him around for 15 minutes and induce vomiting. If after that 15 minutes nothing happened, I was to give him another 1 tbs.

Have you ever had to force feed a dog? Not just force feed, but force feed a liquid?! Oh the horror. I even had a kids medicine syringe, but my pup has an amazing gag reflex and was coughing it up immediately. Finally I had to straddle my dog, pop his head back and basically choke him with the peroxide. But it went down. The true horror began.

Anyone who tells me that I am not prepared for a baby, clearly has never seen me handle projectile milk chocolate dog vomit. It did not stop. So for an hour I dealt with inducing sickness in my dog. After it was over with, the representative called me back to check to see how he was doing. I felt that he had "expelled" enough material that she advised giving him water and a handful of kibble to see if he could keep it down. He did. I was to monitor his activity level and if he became lethargic or stopped eating, I was to take him to the vet.

He's been fine ever since.

Jeeeeeeeez-us! Whatever relaxation vibe I had was dead.

If that's a relationship, then I'm ok without one

I've been having a great little week. My budgeting has been AWESOME, even with a surprise decision to go to the NCAA Championship this week (I have an undying love of basketball); I've maintained my budgets and have a nice little savings started.

Then I get an email on Wednesday. From my best guy friends fiancee. She's not in love with him anymore and wants to break the engagement. AND SHE HASN"T TOLD HIM YET. *Hits brakes hard* Why the hell is she contacting me first?! What am I supposed to do with this information?! Holy hell, what is going on?!

Apparently she felt the need to contact me because she 'wants to make sure he's ok afterwards'. She feels he's too possessive of her and that it could at some point border on violence. I was clear to say I had never seen a possessive bone in his body, but at the same time I have NO CLUE what goes on "behind closed doors", ya know? I did ask if he had ever hit her - because regardless of being a bestie and someone I've known since I was 11 years old (will be 30 this year) - but hitting a woman is NOT acceptable. Thank Jesus, she admitted that there has never been an incident.

Um...now I can handle breakups, but ENDING AN ENGAGEMENT is new territory for me. Recovery for men is different for women, all I can think is that it involves alcohol and strip clubs for men. I'm not sure that I can honestly prepare myself to help him with that.

So I ended up having a mini-friend crisis break by spending that evening at a local sushi place. I was ok with ordering whatever I wanted and threw in  2 martinis for good measure. Total bill ended up only being $30 which was truly amusing to me as the martinis were $9 a piece, so clearly I didn't go as insane as I thought with food.

Basically I'm just in a holding pattern with this info. The fiancee admitted she was lost and so confused, so I'm hoping this is just cold feet, but I guess we shall see.

Jesus, if this shit happens with relationships, I'm fine without one.