My Black Thumb
I am not good at growing things. I have never in my entire life been good at growing things. My mother has never been good at growing things. I guess the apple didn't fall too far from the tree. What is funny though, is that my grandmother is amazing at growing Orchids. She probably has at least twenty at a time, all with little butterfly clips and a specific blooming cycle she has memorized. My mom and I, however, kill everything that comes in our path. Even when I was a kid, I was in charge of watering the plants as one of my chores. Those plants were always dead, no matter what I did. I really don't know why my parents kept letting me water those plants.
As an adult human, I reattempted growing a few times, always with terrible results. I would keep the dead plant around far longer than I should have in hopes that maybe it would spontaneously come back to life and be like, "Just kidding, Alysa! You are great at this!" but that never happened. I even killed cacti. Pretty quickly, too, they didn't even TRY to live. It's as if they didn't want me to succeed.
For Valentines day, my dear, sweet husband bought me a succulent pot since he knows I constantly eye succulents, wanting so badly to grow them. So now with a cute little pot I thought "Why not? Let's try this again."
So far... I am not murdering them! They seem to be doing pretty well! (I don't want to jinx it, though; they could die any second just to spite me) I even bought more pots and more succulents! So far, I have four adorable pots and eight succulents. The Golden Girls, King Ghidorah, Rigby, and Mordecai. All are still alive. I want so badly to be at least okay at this! I don't have to be a plant goddess, but having my cute little succulents makes me so happy. They bring a tiny bit of brightness to my life. (Oh my god, that's so damn cheesy, calm down Alysa, they are JUST plants.)
Seriously, though, I'm really loving them. It's a lot of fun to not murder them.
The Loch Ness Monster Dog
Back in January, we did something I have been dying to do for so long.
We adopted a dog!
I am beyond ecstatic about it since it's my absolute, number one dream to eventually live on a big property in the forest up north with many, MANY dogs. And goats. And one brown-haired cow. I am an extremely specific person, y'all.
Never in my entire life did I ever expect that we would own a Husky. Growing up, there was one that lived across the street from my family, and all we ever heard was about how it tore their place to shreds. The second I looked into her eyes at the shelter, though, it really didn't matter what type of dog she was. It was the same feeling I got when I first saw my other dog, Pickles. I immediately thought, "This is my dog."
Sure. She is a handful. SHE IS a Husky. Who is also a year old. BUT, I wouldn't trade her for anything. Even though she has a sensitive stomach, occasionally chews up something irreplaceable, and loves to do zoomies all over the place.
Thing I didn't know about Huskies, they LOVE to cuddle. She is always attempting to crawl up on my lap (Jarrett hates this since he doesn't want her hair all over the couch more than it already is!), and when she can't get up, she puts her paws up and buries her head in you or licks you forever.
We ended up naming her "Nessie" since we are super obsessed with cryptids, and one of the most infamous is, of course, The Loch Ness Monster. She is also albino, which just adds to how truly special she is.
I am already so attached to this beautiful little polar bear dog. She makes big, dumb smiles and loves to play tug of war with fingers. She murders toys and has weird belly hair. I love her stupid face to the moon and back.
Something I would like to bring up from this experience is that the shelters are FULL of Huskies right now. Just like with 101 Dalmatians and Frasier, another breed has become popular due to pop culture and is now being widely abandoned due to people not understanding the responsibilities that come with owning a dog. With Game of Thrones, everyone wants a Husky. When they aren't a puppy anymore, and they are chewing everything due to boredom since most people don't have the energy for the breed, they dump them. Nessie was found on the street. This is heartbreaking.
If you see an animal on your favorite show and feel inclined to own that animal, do your research. Really and truly consider if you actually WANT to have that animal as a part of your family, and if you are willing to dedicate your resources and time. Otherwise, we end up with shelters full of Huskies that just want a family to cuddle and play with.
We adopted a dog!
I am beyond ecstatic about it since it's my absolute, number one dream to eventually live on a big property in the forest up north with many, MANY dogs. And goats. And one brown-haired cow. I am an extremely specific person, y'all.
Never in my entire life did I ever expect that we would own a Husky. Growing up, there was one that lived across the street from my family, and all we ever heard was about how it tore their place to shreds. The second I looked into her eyes at the shelter, though, it really didn't matter what type of dog she was. It was the same feeling I got when I first saw my other dog, Pickles. I immediately thought, "This is my dog."
Sure. She is a handful. SHE IS a Husky. Who is also a year old. BUT, I wouldn't trade her for anything. Even though she has a sensitive stomach, occasionally chews up something irreplaceable, and loves to do zoomies all over the place.
Thing I didn't know about Huskies, they LOVE to cuddle. She is always attempting to crawl up on my lap (Jarrett hates this since he doesn't want her hair all over the couch more than it already is!), and when she can't get up, she puts her paws up and buries her head in you or licks you forever.
We ended up naming her "Nessie" since we are super obsessed with cryptids, and one of the most infamous is, of course, The Loch Ness Monster. She is also albino, which just adds to how truly special she is.
I am already so attached to this beautiful little polar bear dog. She makes big, dumb smiles and loves to play tug of war with fingers. She murders toys and has weird belly hair. I love her stupid face to the moon and back.
Something I would like to bring up from this experience is that the shelters are FULL of Huskies right now. Just like with 101 Dalmatians and Frasier, another breed has become popular due to pop culture and is now being widely abandoned due to people not understanding the responsibilities that come with owning a dog. With Game of Thrones, everyone wants a Husky. When they aren't a puppy anymore, and they are chewing everything due to boredom since most people don't have the energy for the breed, they dump them. Nessie was found on the street. This is heartbreaking.
If you see an animal on your favorite show and feel inclined to own that animal, do your research. Really and truly consider if you actually WANT to have that animal as a part of your family, and if you are willing to dedicate your resources and time. Otherwise, we end up with shelters full of Huskies that just want a family to cuddle and play with.
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