So, it all started with Matt's boss, Sharon. She has been after Matt to transfer for the last two years. I also encouraged Matt to interview and continue up his career ladder, after all I was moving up the career of ladder my self. Throughout the spring, Matt interviewed for two positions in Chicago. Matt did not get offered either of these jobs because of his lack of supervision experience. I was given the opportunity to be the CIT for the new school opening in the district. Just when I thought I could focus on my new position, Matt was told about a job in Santa Clara, CA. He called at lunch wanting my advise on what he should do... my response was "the worst thing they can tell you is NO."
Next thing I know, he has interviewed and we again are playing the waiting game. The last time it took the company three months to tell him their decision. I informed Matt that we would not be waiting that long, I was not going to walk away from my new position right as school was starting it would not be fair to my principal. So about three weeks later, Matt was offered the job and a relocation package.
I knew Matt really wanted this position but I also still wanted my new position. After all I had been working 2 years to get the experience and my graduate degree to hold this position. I tried every scenario in my head for both of us to have our new jobs. But it was clear that one of us was going to have to walk away from a great job opportunity.
I cried. I cried. I cried some more because it was going to be me that walked away or I mean move away.
So three weeks later, the movers came packed our house, loaded the truck and drove towards California. We did too with two dogs, a one year old and trailer in tow.
**The Following that you are about to read really happened.You are going to think that the following events were made up, but believe me these events are what really happened****
It is Saturday morning, the day we are going to begin our three day ROAD TRIP to Cali. We have the trailer packed, the car packed and all we have to do is pick up the dogs and we are on our way.
The first 6 hours went great. I told Matt wow everyone is being so good. Brody loved his new front facing seat. Ryno loved sitting in the front seat and Bentley had the back of the Escalade to stretch out. Everyone was doing well... then it happened...
.... all hell broke loose...
We stopped to get gas and both dogs had the runs. Super, we are the middle of New Mexico and both our dogs have the runs. Now let's stop a sec. and talk briefly about the runs. There are different consistencies, we all know this. My dogs had the "Squirts." That was the sound that was made each time they went to the bathroom for the rest of the trip. Lovely, right?
We get to Alberquerque a little early. We thought we can get some dinner, let Brody roll around and just relax for the rest of the night. WRONG
It took four different trips to bring in all the crap from the car.
Ryno had be walked three times for the "Squirts"
No dinner was bought.
No relaxation occurred.
No showers were taken.
Bentley had to be walked.
Ryno had to be walked.
We fell asleep for 2 hours when we were awoken to the sound of "Squirt" hitting the carpet... thanks Ryno. The smell was awful..think eggs. Matt cleaned it up and we went back to bed or so we thought. This same scenario happened again 2 hours later. Now it was three o'clock in the morning. Matt rushes Ryno out the door and "Squirts" in the hallway. We have only slept maybe three hours. We load the car up and start driving. We thought if we have to stop all these extra times we are going to need to some wiggle room to make to it to California today. Brody and the two dogs sleep for three hours and then we have to make an abrupt stop on a curve and an incline. At the next gas fill up I buy some pepto bismol to give to Ryno. I pull out one of Brody's liquid medicine syringes and give her two doses. Walk her one more time and realize that the pads of their feet are burning on pavement. So both dogs look like they are doing a little dance as they walk across the pavement. Could our dogs be any more high maintenance?
So we make it to California and we are driving through the desert. There is only one stop the whole time we are driving through this desert. The thermometer in the car reads 125 when we stop to get gas and walk the dogs. The pavement is so hot that Ryno just sits down because her pads are burning. We find some shade and both dogs "squirt." About this time the Pepto has kicked in and Ryno looks like she is feeling better.
We get to the hotel pretty early again. We are thinking showers, dinner, rest and sleep. Matt jumps in the shower, Ryno looks at me like she is going to burst. So I leave Brody on the bed, and run out the door so she doesn't go again in the hotel. False alarm but as I enter the room I see that Brody has fell off the bed. I am freaking out, Matt runs out of the shower and is sure that he has a concussion. Really could anything else go wrong at this point? We keep him awake. I watch his pupils and we go to bed with out dinner. We are woken up to the sound of Bentley vomiting next the bed. Could this really be happening again? So we load the car up, grab some gas, some breakfast and start driving the last leg of the trip.
Four hours later we call and get the dogs a boarding reservation. That is going to be the first thing we do as we enter the Santa Clara city limits. Now you have to understand at this point we have been cooped up in the car for three days with little sleep in several stressful situations with squirty McSquirt (aka Ryno). So we made the decision to board the dogs.
Now we are an hour away, south of of Santa Clara in Gilroy, traveling through the mountains. Bentley pukes in the car on my 49ers blanket. I am done. This was the icing on the cake. Now we have Pukey McPuke (aka Bentley).
We drop the dogs off. We get to our apartment. We go and stay in a really nice hotel on Santana Row.
We are in Santa Clara.
