My Very Best Friend

I can’t believe I’m writing this post, but I’ve overshared my life so many times already that I can’t leave this one out. With a very heavy and broken heart, I’m so sad to tell you that I had Biff euthanized last week. It was one of the most difficult and horrible decisions I’ve had to make in my life. As weird as it sounds, we were in love. Like madly in love. Biff was probably more of the “madly” part of that equation, but yes, still in love.

He was my little shadow and if I was home, he was with me. He’d take a break from me if someone else was eating, but 99% of the time, he was with me. And I work from home so we were together almost 24/7.

He was the most loving and cuddly dog I’ve ever met.

And he just wanted to be near me all the time. But he was also 70 pounds of pure muscle. I knew right away that we would both need training if I had any chance of controlling him. He went to a Reactive Rover class at the Humane Society, he spent 40 days at a board and train facility, and then most recently I started having him wear a muzzle when we went on walks. He loved getting ready for a walk:

And all of that training worked! Except that he started becoming unpredictably aggressive toward people when I was around. Biff became aggressive toward the mailman twice (once at our house and once away from our house when we were on a walk) and got too close while running and barking and scraped the mailman with his mouth (not a bite, but close enough). Recently, and for no reason whatsoever, he starting “turning on” someone in my home (someone he’s known since I first rescued him), not biting her, but running, jumping and barking at her in an extremely aggressive manner. We started changing our behavior and Biff would still react. I even saw two psychics about his behavior.

I became increasingly nervous about his behavior, we stopped having people over to the house, and if anyone came by, we’d have to have him in a muzzle. Once he started displaying aggressive behavior toward the person in my home, I contacted the shelter (a no-kill shelter that specializes in pit bull rescues) and they agreed that after everything I’d done for Biff, euthanizing was the best option. Honestly, I was relieved. As much as I love him, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if he hurt someone. And I couldn’t stand the idea of leaving him at the shelter, worrying about him with a new family, or how he’d feel after I’d “abandoned” him. After talking to the shelter, I also called his vet. I explained the situation and all I had done for him, and the vet also agreed. I made an appointment for a few days out so that we could all spend some good quality time with him.

In his last days, we gave him all the love and affection, chicken and rice, treats, and long walks we could. He really lived his very best life!

I thought that euthanizing him would be the most difficult part, but, as it turns out, the aftermath has been so much more difficult than I ever could have imagined. He was only four years old and my very best friend. I miss him more than any other dog I’ve ever had and I was nowhere near ready to say goodbye.

I have already ordered a photo book with about trillion pictures of him. It’s going to take a while for me to recover from losing him, and I’m afraid that there will always be a hole in my heart from this guy.

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Merry Christmas!

We celebrated with everyone last night and had such a great time!

It was a bit of a circus with my sister’s family, my brother’s family, J, G, and me! It’s not weird a good time until you invite your ex-husband and your boyfriend!

We had a ton of delicious homemade cookies, but Kennedy was dying to make these cookies for Santa:

I just can’t say no to that girl so we threw them in the oven! Sorry Uncle Daniel, I’ve failed as an aunt.

Oh yeah, and you may have noticed that my hair is pink/purple! Yes, yes it is. Just for fun and it’s fading fast.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all! Wishing you the very best this holiday season.

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Tenerife, The Canary Islands

We left Santiago de Compostela on Saturday morning and flew to Tenerife. Prior to dating J, I’d never heard of this place. It’s off the coast of West Africa, but it’s part of Spain. There are tons of tourists from Holland, the UK, France, Germany, but not from the US. I don’t think we even saw another American while we were there. People didn’t even guess that we were American and instead, they asked if we were from Iceland. It was funny and I loved it.

It was my second time in Tenerife and J’s fourth, but we’d never gone in December, which I think may be during the high season. Last time we came, it was March or April and there were not as many people. I would probably compare Tenerife to Florida or Cancun. There were a lot of older people (I would say the average age was probably 80), and it appeared as if no one had heard about skin cancer or didn’t give a sh*t anymore because EVERYONE was baking themselves in the sun. It was beautiful, though, so I can’t really blame them.

We changed our travel plans and ended up Tenerife a day earlier than originally planned. We decided to stay in a different hotel for the extra night just to check it out. Good decision on our part! We stayed at the Ritz-Carlton and we were upgraded to a suite (thanks J for having a million airline miles!). This was the view from our room:

This was the adults only pool, we stayed there all day (under an umbrella!).

It was gorgeous. The hotel was nice and expensive, but there were a lot of kids around. You could stay away from them, but there’s a buffet breakfast in the morning and I don’t like seeing kids that early it seemed like they were everywhere. No thanks.

After spending a night and an entire day there, we went to a different, adults-only hotel called Tigotan Lovers & Friends. The name cracks me up every time and grosses me out. It’s the one J normally stays at and I’ve been to it before. It’s all-inclusive and it kind of looks like a cruise ship, too.

One of the nights, a cover band performed in front of the pool. I watched from the balcony of our room and it was so fun! A lot of people were on their balconies singing and dancing along. There is also a rooftop pool with a view of the ocean:

Unfortunately, the first night we were there one of us got sick. Like really sick. Like I have PTSD from it. I’m not going to name names, but it wasn’t me. That kind of put a damper on the whole situation. Everyone is fine now, but we didn’t really do anything the entire week we were there, which was actually pretty nice…except that J didn’t really feel 100%. Just about the only thing we did was take a couple of walks each day.

One of the things I love about Tenerife is that there is a boardwalk along the water that goes forever. We never got to the end and the views were incredible.

We also saw some interesting sand art:

There are a lot of restaurants on the water and we went to one a couple of days where we could sit in the shade and watch the surfers!

Obviously, this was something I loved. I didn’t feel like joining in, though, because the beach was pretty rocky and everyone was wearing wet suits. I’d rather wait until I’m back on the warm, sandy beaches of Costa Rica.

So that’s about it for my trip to Spain! We spent a week in Tenerife doing practically nothing, enjoying the incredible weather, and then I flew back to Portland last weekend. All-in-all, it was a great trip. There were a few hiccups along the way, but the weather couldn’t have been better and now that it’s pouring down rain here (there’s a flood warning), I’m so happy I had a lot of time to enjoy it.

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