Being a Police Officer is entertaining sometimes, but working with little sleep or rest is the worst feeling in the world. And with all the things that have been happening In the City I work in and combine that with the rough week my son has had, we are working our butts off… Ive worked all weekend and let me tell you it was nothing short of entertaining and busy….short staffed and everyone is worn out. Most of the time I laughed at all of the craziness of it and wondered all of the time how my son was at the nanny’s house.
I think ive mentioned before that when I work my kids go to the nanny’ house. She’s pretty awesome and I am so glad to have her in my life. Sheis by far the best blessing I have had in a long time and thankfully she knows how to handle the situations with my son. She will usually text me and let me know what my son is saying and doing and that she’s addressed it or I may need to. We are both tired and worn out but thankfully we are there forr each other.
I’ve been researching a service dog for my son, and I’ve checked with all kinds of agencies for them. Every place says there is a two year wait and I wanna scream at the computer screen. WAIT?! Two GOD DAMN years. By that point, what happens….my son has run away so many times I cannot even count. And God knows I’ve tried other avenues, or emailed agencies for them to write back, sorry we can’t help you, sorry you are out of our area, sorry our list is long and the wait is even longer. GOOD LORD. I can’t wait that long, neither can he. I think about how awesome having a sevice dog would be for him, and I’ve heard how amazing theses animals can be. When my ex and I split up, he took the two dogs, my three legged Chocolate Lab named Deogee(yes just say D-O-G), who was the most loving and sweet dog ever, and my all black German Shepherd named Harley. I can say that having those two around made my kid laugh and giggle all the time, and when my ex and I split and the dogs went with him, it just killed both Leighton and Jacob. Deogee ended up getting really sick two years ago, and all of a sudden he was my dog again, and my ex basicallt told me that he woud put him down, with a “.45 cent bullet.” WELL. I was furious, and drove to Cornwall and picked up my beloved Deogee from my ex, and brought him home with me. I wasn’t able to take either of the dogs because I lived in a house where my landlod was not dog friendly, let alone people friendly, so I had to give up my dogs to my ex. Worst mistake other then marrying him I ever made.
I had acquired Deogee by chance one night. I used to work in Akwesasne as a police officer and was driving on Cornwall Island one night. I saw a pack of dogs running around, which is pretty normal for the reserve sometimes, and noticed this three legged lab. Near my apartment I had lived in in Cornwall, there was this guy who walked his three legged choco lab all the time, and I was absolutely 100% convinced that this dog I saw running with a pack of dogs was this guys dog. I thought to myself OMG, how did he get here? On the Island??? So, I pulled over and watched him. Wouldn’t you know it, I had my window down, and he jumped right in, on top of my duty bag, and licked my face. I thought it was a sign. A sign that this doggie needed me to save him uz he belonged to the neighbour that lived down the street from me. So, I took him home, and my then boyfriend, who is now the ex husband, was furious when I brought him home. He yelled about having two cats, and now a damn dog etc. I didn’t care…..I’ve always wanted a dog since I had dated my high school boyfriend who had a wonderful dog named Chip and made me fall in love with Chocolate labs. But yet, I digress!
When I had picked up Deogee from my ex, and took him to the vets in Cornwall and they told me that he may have cancer. They kept him for observation for one night and called me. It was confirmed. My wonderful dog, my sweet guy who gave amazing high fives, wasn’t going to last another few days and I had to tell my kids too. I brought him home, and explained it all to them. Jacob cried, and asked if Deogee was going to have to die. I told him yes, and Jacob cried harder. Leighton, who is way more sensitive then my son, bawled her eyes out for two weeks, and even stilll to this day talks about Deogee sitting on our mantel place of the fireplace, and how we held him when he died. Breaks my heart, but the life lesson about death and loved ones was a wonderful and awful experience at the same time. We had Deogee cremated, and he now sits on the mantel place in a beautiful wooden box.
Jacob asks about having a dog, all the time. He loves to snuggle our blind cat Atticus, but knows that he cant take Atticus to school with him. And I know how different my son can be when he actually has a responsibility to take care of, I make him feed the cats now and clean their dishes.
The frustrating part of all of this is that, these are difficult decisions, and I have to do the research for my son and a dog. And waiting for two years is too late for Jacob, I want to be able to help him now instead of when its too late and he runs off. Since the other day when he ran off, I placed him on the Autism Registry though my department, and then also made a report in our database, and then also emailed the School Resource Officer for his school. Heres hoping I can get some answers and some sleep soon!
Momma Bear
I think ive mentioned before that when I work my kids go to the nanny’ house. She’s pretty awesome and I am so glad to have her in my life. Sheis by far the best blessing I have had in a long time and thankfully she knows how to handle the situations with my son. She will usually text me and let me know what my son is saying and doing and that she’s addressed it or I may need to. We are both tired and worn out but thankfully we are there forr each other.
I’ve been researching a service dog for my son, and I’ve checked with all kinds of agencies for them. Every place says there is a two year wait and I wanna scream at the computer screen. WAIT?! Two GOD DAMN years. By that point, what happens….my son has run away so many times I cannot even count. And God knows I’ve tried other avenues, or emailed agencies for them to write back, sorry we can’t help you, sorry you are out of our area, sorry our list is long and the wait is even longer. GOOD LORD. I can’t wait that long, neither can he. I think about how awesome having a sevice dog would be for him, and I’ve heard how amazing theses animals can be. When my ex and I split up, he took the two dogs, my three legged Chocolate Lab named Deogee(yes just say D-O-G), who was the most loving and sweet dog ever, and my all black German Shepherd named Harley. I can say that having those two around made my kid laugh and giggle all the time, and when my ex and I split and the dogs went with him, it just killed both Leighton and Jacob. Deogee ended up getting really sick two years ago, and all of a sudden he was my dog again, and my ex basicallt told me that he woud put him down, with a “.45 cent bullet.” WELL. I was furious, and drove to Cornwall and picked up my beloved Deogee from my ex, and brought him home with me. I wasn’t able to take either of the dogs because I lived in a house where my landlod was not dog friendly, let alone people friendly, so I had to give up my dogs to my ex. Worst mistake other then marrying him I ever made.
I had acquired Deogee by chance one night. I used to work in Akwesasne as a police officer and was driving on Cornwall Island one night. I saw a pack of dogs running around, which is pretty normal for the reserve sometimes, and noticed this three legged lab. Near my apartment I had lived in in Cornwall, there was this guy who walked his three legged choco lab all the time, and I was absolutely 100% convinced that this dog I saw running with a pack of dogs was this guys dog. I thought to myself OMG, how did he get here? On the Island??? So, I pulled over and watched him. Wouldn’t you know it, I had my window down, and he jumped right in, on top of my duty bag, and licked my face. I thought it was a sign. A sign that this doggie needed me to save him uz he belonged to the neighbour that lived down the street from me. So, I took him home, and my then boyfriend, who is now the ex husband, was furious when I brought him home. He yelled about having two cats, and now a damn dog etc. I didn’t care…..I’ve always wanted a dog since I had dated my high school boyfriend who had a wonderful dog named Chip and made me fall in love with Chocolate labs. But yet, I digress!
When I had picked up Deogee from my ex, and took him to the vets in Cornwall and they told me that he may have cancer. They kept him for observation for one night and called me. It was confirmed. My wonderful dog, my sweet guy who gave amazing high fives, wasn’t going to last another few days and I had to tell my kids too. I brought him home, and explained it all to them. Jacob cried, and asked if Deogee was going to have to die. I told him yes, and Jacob cried harder. Leighton, who is way more sensitive then my son, bawled her eyes out for two weeks, and even stilll to this day talks about Deogee sitting on our mantel place of the fireplace, and how we held him when he died. Breaks my heart, but the life lesson about death and loved ones was a wonderful and awful experience at the same time. We had Deogee cremated, and he now sits on the mantel place in a beautiful wooden box.
Jacob asks about having a dog, all the time. He loves to snuggle our blind cat Atticus, but knows that he cant take Atticus to school with him. And I know how different my son can be when he actually has a responsibility to take care of, I make him feed the cats now and clean their dishes.
The frustrating part of all of this is that, these are difficult decisions, and I have to do the research for my son and a dog. And waiting for two years is too late for Jacob, I want to be able to help him now instead of when its too late and he runs off. Since the other day when he ran off, I placed him on the Autism Registry though my department, and then also made a report in our database, and then also emailed the School Resource Officer for his school. Heres hoping I can get some answers and some sleep soon!
Momma Bear
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