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One Last Attempt to see John Mayer – epic fail!

Published August 31, 2013 by ChasingJohnMayer

I’ve always been known for my spontaneity. I’m the type of person who wakes up today and says, “I’m calling off and we’re heading out of town for the weekend!” While I can be an incredibly obsessive overplanner, I can also easily adapt to just taking off to anywhere at the drop of a hat! I believe it’s one of the things that makes life exciting, everything shouldn’t be planned. Living without constraints as much as possible is not only good for you physically and mentally, but good for the soul as well! Perhaps I was a traveling gypsy in an old life. I’m thinking a gypsy from Prague, because I have a serious obsession with getting to Prague, but that’s getting totally off subject. Perhaps someday I’ll start a travel blog. I have lots to write on that subject!

Anyway, we returned from Allentown at about 2:00 am with heavy hearts and nothing to look forward to now that our “chasing John Mayer” had come to a conclusion. As Morgan retired to bed I decided to quickly throw a blog together before I slept. As it happens, that blog never did get written that night and I spent several hours looking into John Mayer’s next show on 8-28-13 in Long Island, getting to and fro from Manhattan, and other last minute travel details. Now let me preface this with the fact that I love NYC! Next to Paris it is my favorite place in all the world (thus far anyway) and it does not take much to talk me into going into the city whether by bus or driving out to Hoboken and taking the ferry. So, with great expectations I went to bed for a few hours, got up told Morgan we were going without tickets hoping to get our hands on some, and made a call to my sister and brother in law who are my always reliable sitters for my 3 dogs!

Well, we were on the road by noonish and super excited, but realistic that we wouldn’t necessarily get tickets. At this point I was watching stubhub pretty closely to watch for some of the prices to come down and booked a hotel on our trip out to Hoboken! I know NYC like a native and always know of something to do. So I figured if we couldn’t get tickets we’d still have fun!

That was exactly the case! I missed the stubhub tickets by about 5 minutes and we were a bit bummed, but knew there was that risk at the beginning of the trip. So we hit a bar with live music (not as good as John Mayer, but good nonetheless) and planned a day of museuming for my hangover the next day before heading home.

Tragically, the only thing I got accomplished was a decent buzz before Morgan got kicked out at 11:30 for not being of age. This is about the time EVERYTHING went wrong! Shortly after returning to the hotel room my sister called crying that our one dog had attacked my poor old fat cat, Rigby! Now Rigby is my love. She’s like my second baby and I was devastated being so far away. I’ve never felt so helpless! As for the dog, well Nelly (her real name is Penelope) we’ve had problems with her being aggressive with other dogs for several years. We’ve tried a lot to help her through this problem. Eventually we ended up having to keep her separated from the other 2 dogs, but she still got a great deal of love and affection. Recently I noticed her growl at one of our cats and redirected her, but thought nothing of it. Apparently this was a mistake in judgment on my part. I should have realized her aggression was now surpassing other dogs and moving on to cats.

She hurt my Rigby pretty damn bad and I know this cat. I’ve had her for 10 years! She’s 20 pounds and barely moves let alone cause any problems with anyone. I didn’t need my sister to tell me it was unprovoked even though she did. I knew for Nelly to go after Rigby there had to be something very wrong. The sad thing is, Nelly was such a wonderful, sweet, gentle, big lug of a dog 90% of the time! The only problem was that unpredictable 10% that was left. She is the first dog Morgan raised from a puppy. We had her since she was 8 weeks old. There was nothing that happened to her that could have traumatized her in the 5 years we’ve owned her. All I kept thinking was “What if it’s a child next? or Morgan at night?”

With a heavy heart and a great many tears I made the decision to have her euthanized. It was the most difficult choice I’ve ever had to make. I could not risk allowing her to be readopted and possibly hurting someone, because no matter what they say about dogs not being good with children or other dogs there is no guarantee that anyone can prevent that from happening. Given the fact that Nelly was so sweet and gentle someone might take her home and decide the info on her was wrong, that she seemed so good maybe the previous owners had done something wrong. Trust me, I did all I could and that assumption could have gotten a person hurt or killed.

My heart breaks and I wonder how such a wonderful month could possibly end in such a horrid way! Not only did we not get to see John Mayer for a last time before he’s gone too far for us, but I had to put down a beloved part of my family. That’s just plain Shit!

Sorry for the rant. I know it’s completely off topic. Thanks for understanding!



RIP my Frisbee obsessed baby girl.  now you can run all day nonstop…