Live life unleashed

So I take Mochi to the dog park every day, Monday through Friday. Going to the park isn’t just going to the park and taking a stroll and run around a bit then go home, it’s a whole social hour! Mochi has her friends and I have mine. Mochi’s mission in life, whether we are at the park or home or walking around the neighborhood, is to get her belly rubbed by every single human she comes across. Forget the other dogs around, she goes straight for the humans. When we get to the park, Mochi knows exactly knows where to go, her first lap to sit on is Jan’s lap and make Buddy jealous (Jan’s dog).

After her hugs and kisses from Jan and Adam, we walk down the path to go and look for Wade. Now Wade is the park’s dog whisperer, cookie man, treat guy, and whatever other name the other people give him. ALL the dogs follow him around wherever he goes because they know he’s got treats in his pockets. Dogs forget to follow their owners when he is around. He’s usually got a few dogs that he is watching for that day with him.

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So we find Wade. Mochi gets her first treat and joinS the pack with the regulars Dwight, Eva, Riley and Tyler. Sometimes Scooter when Bill is not there. Don’t forget Piper. Here we are walking along the path of the park, Wade and I with 5 or more dogs trailing behind us. We pick up other dogs along the way. About halfway through our walk, we do what we call “Table Time.” This is when all the dogs jump up on the picnic tables, Wade gets them all to sit and gives them treats one by one, by name and they all listen to him like he is their master.

After he’s given them about three or four treats each, we head back to his car to load up on more treats and meet up with the other dogs and humans. Mochi will make her rounds and go up to people and immediately lie on her back so you could rub her belly. Now there are certain people that she will automatically go to without question, her favorites, she gets longer belly rubs and major hugs and kisses from these people and they love her just as much. Sometimes she will cut clear across the field and run up to one of her favorite people just to get those hugs and kisses. She can’t get enough of them and they can’t get enough of her.

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After her meet and greets, she mingles with the other dogs. We sit around and socialize with everyone around and just have a relaxing time. Then it’s time to go home. half of the time Mochi will follow me to the car, half of the time, she will stick around with her friends and not want to go home. That is the only time I ever have to put her on a leash at the park, unless she is being bad. Eventually she follows. We race to the car, she knows which car is ours and stands at the door waiting for me to open in so she can hop in. Time well spent in this daily routine of ours.

Sadly our park days will end in a couple of weeks due to Daylight savings time. I get out of work when it is already dark so I can’t take her to the park. I just walk her around the neighborhood when I get home. Talk about a drastic change. I feel bad because Mochi gets depressed during this time. She doesn’t see her friends for 5 months! But, this¬†is our routine until Spring when Daylight savings time begins again, then back to the park we go.

A week and a half to go and we’ll make the most of it!

 

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my world turned upside down

So after the break in, I had to start getting my life back in order. You don’t realize how much stuff is in one thing until you lose it. I lost my driver’s license, credit cards, check book, office key with my paycheck stubs in my purse and my journal, talk about feeling violated! I mean someone being in your apartment is violation enough but the thought of someone getting a hold of my journal, my inner most personal thoughts! Something you don’t let anyone read at all! And now it’s somewhere out there floating around for people to read. Talk about feeling extremely violated and vulnerable and naked. Can I please get my journal back? Everything else is replaceable, just give me my journal back!

I was driving around with no license for a few days. Well I had an expired driver’s license but what good does that do me? I went to the DMV to get a temporary license after a few days only because my coworkers told me to. Then there was the hassle of opening a bank account so that I could have access to my money. Mind you I had no debit or credit cards. I only had my passport and ssn card as proof of ID. I take it down to the bank and they tell me that I can’t open an account without a second form of ID. What other form of ID do you need? They said I needed a credit card from another bank. I’m like, I don’t have anything! Everything was stolen! So no new bank account. I had to wait several days for one of my replacement credit cards to come in the mail so that I could go back down and try to open an account again. Oye!

In the middle of all this, I’m scrambling to contact my credit card companies that got charged by the person who stole my stuff. I have to get the store, store number, amount, time, and location or as much information that I can get to provide to the officer to try and track down this person. Everyday during the week, throughout the day, my lunch hour, I was on the phone with credit card companies getting all this information. Exhausting! I haven’t even thought about the security of my own home. So much stuff to think of, I just want to fall apart. I don’t know how I’ve kept up with all this stuff.

I finally get my new credit cards in the mail. I head down to the bank, got my new account. Next I have to go through all my bills and change the draft accounts, the automatic transactions and all that stuff. You know what I mean. It takes me two hours to go through each and every single one. I think I got all of them. You don’t realize how much activity goes through your bank accounts because everything is so automated these days. Oh yeah so I still have to go back to the bank to change my ID ¬†because I opened it with my passport and not my driver’s license. Round and round I go.

Week two. It’s finally dying down a bit. I can’t believe all that happened in one week! It felt like a lifetime! I still have to ask my building manager if they will change my windows to the newer modern ones. I have to get a camera system and maybe security in my apartment. People are asking me if I’m moving and I say no. I’m not in any position to move right now. Yes I’m still paranoid that I would come home and my front window is broken and my place is ransacked. I still wake up in the middle of the night and check if my front door is unlocked. But it’s only been two weeks. All that will go away once I get the security system in place and the anxiety wears down. I don’t leave the windows open anymore. Even though it gets stuffy in the apartment on some days. I just open them when I’m home. I always lock the door behind me even when I’m doing laundry or taking Mochi out in the courtyard.

This really has been a big eye opener as to how I live my life. I used to be so nonchalant about everything, leaving doors unlocked and windows opened all the time and now that has changed. I live on the first floor. I’m an easy target. I’m the first apartment you see when you come through the entry gate. No more random deliveries to my apartment.

It’s still a big blessing that no one was hurt. It was a good thing Mochi didn’t bark and wake me up to someone in my apartment. Maybe this was a warning to say that I’m too easy going with my living situation. It could have been worse! A lot worse! My world was turned upside down for a bit, but it’s getting back to normal and it’s making me change the way I live.

someone is watching over me

So about two weeks ago, something bad happened to me… My apartment was broken into in the middle of the night while I was home sleeping! Scary, creepy, I know! Tell me about it! I was there! But I’m okay, I got away unscathed.

So this is what happened… I went to bed at 11:00 pm, Mochi sleeping next to me as usual. Sometime in the middle of the night, before 3:00 am, i woke up to Mochi whimpering. I went to go check on her and she was at the door whimpering and when I looked up, I noticed that the door was unlocked! Now, I know that the doors were locked when I went to bed. I checked around the apartment to see if anyone was there, but there wasn’t. I went back to bed. The next morning I get woken up by a phone call from my building manager asking if I was okay? I jump out of bed and rush to the front door to see what was going on and my building manager and some neighbors were outside my apartment. The planter box in front of my kitchen window was moved, the screen on my window was popped out and on the floor and the glass window was wide open! Obviously someone had broken in in the middle of the night, went in through the kitchen window and walked out the front door. The asked to see if anything was missing and sure enough my purse was gone! At the same time I couldn’t fine one of my cats, Moo Moo.

The first thing that popped in my head was my sister and brother’s sensitive information was in my purse and they could be compromised. I immediately called my sister and let her know what was going on. I tried calling the police right after and having to go through voice prompts to get to the right department and at the same time my neighbors helping me to try and find my cat. So much going on, it was chaos! I checked and double checked and triple checked my apartment to see if Moo Moo was hiding anywhere but couldn’t find her. I finally got a hold of the police and they said someone would be coming out to get a report. My building manager and I checked my apartment again and even turned my couch upside down to see if she got scared and crawled in there. Somewhere in the middle of the chaos dying down a bit, I went to go fix my bed and found Moo Moo wrapped up in my bed cover to the point where even if I looked under the bed I wouldn’t be able to see her. One problem solved. Mind you I haven’t even had the chance to wash up and make myself look decent. At the same time, in all this chaos, trying to call my credit card companies to cancel all my accounts.

Sooo you’re probably asking how they got through the window… My window was open… Okay, I know, I’m a single woman living in LA, I shouldn’t be leaving my window open!

So the police came and took a police report. Two officers asking me different sets of questions, one was for the actual break in and the other was for the theft of my belongings. At that time, I was still in shock over the whole thing and my mind was all over the place. Trying to remember all the little details was quite difficult. Oh yeah, the person left blood on the curtain and on one of the picture frames that was on the TV stand. They only took my purse. They didn’t take my laptop which was in plain sight, they didn’t take anything else of value either. My living room light was on and so was the bedroom light. I slept through the whole thing. I just remember waking up to Mochi whimpering at the door. That finally clicked. When I checked the door in the middle of the night, I didn’t notice my purse was missing, but then again, I was half asleep.

The rest of the day was calling my credit card companies and banks continuing to cancel all my accounts. That took all day long. Nate came in the afternoon and I finally got to clean up and take a shower. There was a second detective that came to take finger prints. I finally get a little break from all of it and Nate and I went to go eat at about 4:45 pm. I haven’t eaten all day. At that time I realized that I just recently started a meal delivery service that delivered Sunday through Thursday and they were the last people I gave the gate code to. How else could the person get into the building? In the five and a half years that I’ve lived in that apartment, I’ve never had a problem leaving my window open and I have water delivery service every other week, UPS, FEDex, and other delivery services come to the building and nothing ever happen until them. My finger is on the meal delivery service guy. I canceled my subscription immediately and gave that information to the police.

The days after the incident were nothing short of complicated and frustrating… It took me three days to open a new bank account. I had to go to the DMV to get a new driver’s license. Luckily my mom had lent me money otherwise I would be dead in the water with no cash or credit cards. It didn’t really hit me that my apartment was broken into until a few days later and started feeling the effects of it all. It’s been almost two weeks and things are starting to fall back into place. I keep my windows closed now. I’m looking to install a security system and cameras into my apartment and The police have identified the person using my credit cards.

The one thing we keep saying is that it was a good thing I didn’t wake up. Things could have ended a lot worse. The person that came into my apartment that night didn’t harm me or my pets. Someone is definitely watching over me.