Friday, August 5, 2011

If there ever was a sign...

So last night, being my last night here at home, I was cuddling with my neurotic pup and silently sobbing.  A few minutes into the moment, my mom calls me from downstairs screaming to come down.  I quickly splashed water on my face and ran downstairs to see what the commotion was about.
Turns out, my brother was about to leave and saw this creature running around the front yard.  "A PUPPY IS LOOSE!" He was screaming.  He managed to trap it in his car, but then, being the bright boy he is, opened the door for me to go get it but I was about 20 feet from the car.  The large pup jumps out and starts sprinting around again.  It is a dark chocolate dog, and it is dark outside, so I immediately panic.  Grabbed some treats and a leash, and the cute little gal just trotted right up to me.
Once secured, I brought "Coco Puff" inside to hang out with Oz man as we figured out what to do with her.  She was not a puppy, but certainly just over a year old pointer breed of some sort, so full of energy.  I let her loose in the house as I brainstormed what to do.  Happy with her new freedom, she started racing around the house as Ozzie tore off after her.  A series of spin moves and rolls, she was a bundle of energy. Oz took an extreme liking and they instantly became best friends.
I decided to notify the police as "Coco Puff" gobbled down Ozzie's dinner (untouched by him of course) and it turns out someone had reported a missing dog not more than 15 minutes prior to my call.  They said they would call the owner and have them come get the pup. 
Long story short, "Coco Puff" was actually "Liddy" and the owner was visiting a friend just down the road with her, and she decided to go for an evening jaunt around town. 

I could think of no better sign that I am in fact meant to be heading off to vet school today. 
Next time you hear from me... it will be from the lovely city of Edinburgh.
Peace, Love and Puppies,
Dr. Smelly

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

It's the final countdown!

Back from a glorious family vacation in North Carolina where I soaked up all the Vitamin D I could, knowing full well that I will be submerged in a land of gloom and rain. Good thing I love rainy days. 
But since my return, it has been a whirlwind of packing and organising.  I am attempting to fit my life into 2 large suitcases and it is proving to be no easy task.  Each suitcase is allowed 23 kg, or in American terms, 50 lbs.  This sounds like a lot, but I am quickly learning that it is not.  So fingers crossed I can get it down to below the allowed weight, but it is not looking pretty. 

Today I read an article which made me feel really warm and fuzzy inside.  I am taking out maximum loans from the government to pay for this ridiculous adventure.  People are constantly questioning me about how am I paying to live over in Scotland and for school, and to answer you all... monopoly money. I will get a fat check on Monday from the government which will pay for my tuition and living expenses.  It cannot come soon enough.  However, the below article put a damper on my excitement and threw up a "reality check" red flag.
The Government clearly hates students and does not want us to go to vet school.
(that is the title I gave it anyway)

So aside from worrying about packing my life, I am not fretting about future loans.  But the plus side to this is that the school I am attending has a fixed tuition rate, which is unlike those here in the states.  What this means is that they cannot jack up the price of tuition.  Too bad my fellow UK friends don't pay a penny for their education. But... I am going to vet school in a foreign, beautiful country with my lovely gentelman friend.  What more could a girl ask for?
Well I leave on Friday, best be packing.

TALLY HO! (this according to my father is a "Scottish" saying.  That and "chip chip cheerio").