Is Trilby ok?
 

I texted and -I think- got a relpy but can;t acceaa it. I don'y want toplague er and my readng of computer monitors is for crap tonight. Did anyone 9other than Sunda (time diff) speak to her this evening?

trilby, obviously. i'm tired, it's late and I'm woried, sorry

No, she's still a dingbat. :p:

She posted ages ago. Looked to me like she was taking the day off to rest. I am sure we'll be seeing her again here soon.

Sexo, ur going to be in trouble soon.

Have you been trying to get me pregnant? :eyebrow:

No, but she switched your birth control pills with altoids. ;)

Spoke to Trilby again tonight (UK time)
She's on the sofa.

Sofa, so good.

I just spoke with her. Jesus i feel for her. What a horrible thing. I think knowing how we love her and are concerned and here for her helps. She is smart and sweet with a giant heart and none of us can stop her pain right now it just has to 'be' but i know we would make it not hurt if we could. You are loved, tril.

Well I think we can write 2013 off already for the Dwellar "best year ever" awards.... :(

Tril, keep posting, pls. I tried to txt you, i r fail.

Sending more hugs, Trilby.

2013 still has time to turn around.
Those ill or suffering have time to heal.
Those losing pets have time to recover.

I predict jobs, houses, romance, music, lights and dancing women...
and levity. Always levity.

I've spoken to m'lady most evenings (UK time)
She's finding her way out of intense grief.
It's not passing easily, but she's working on it.

She has a lot to overcome at present.
But she is open to the idea of adopting another dog; with her family's blessing.

I've told her I am always here to hear from her.
As are many Dwellars.
I think we're keeping here anchored.

Trilby, you're in everyone's thoughts. Please hang on and know that this too will pass. Elvis sends his love!

Trilby, you're in my thoughts. X


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Yeah, Tril, we're thinking of you. Give us a bell if you need an ear.

Tril had a run-in with an unsympathetic doctor/ pharmacist.
Didn't help her mood.

But she was angry rather than sad when we spoke, which is a change for the better I think.

thanks everyone. I am going to look at a doggie today (a min pin) and another one later on ---- a min pin in cincinnati. I am slowly mending but I wish I could turn back the clock. My sister is coming up to look at the one dog with me.

your concern is so sweet. thank you all for caring and for cherry spending all her hard earned money calling me. The doctor I'm never going back to and the store (kroger) I shall never speak of again (after being a customer for 12 years) I was crying at the pharmacy desk, the pharmacist called the police and when I got home the police where there, they cuffed me and took me to the hospital "for my own good" b/c the pharmacist thought I looked 'extremely distraught' =-oh, yeah----THREE cruisers pulled up to my house. I'm sure my neighbors now think I am a child murderer.

SO happy to hear from you babba.
Even if I need spelling and geography lessons regarding Cincinnati.

You're stronger than you think. FAR better than you think. And loved. Name-check yourself on this website. You might not feel special in your immediate environment. But what do they know? You're respected worldwide.

Good to hear from you, Trilby ... sorry to hear about the pharmacy and police. I hope your trip today is the start of better things.

Dude, that pharmacist was way out of line. Or maybe she just made a small call out of concern, and it was the cops who unnecessarily escalated the situation. One way or the other, someone is a massive douchebag. I'm glad to hear from you, Tril, and that you're slowly feeling better.

It's the Aurora backlash. Pretend you are in Japan where everyone is all up in everyone else's grill.

Good to hear from you. Serious WTF to three cruisers over someone in grief. Sheesh.

Min Pins are great, characterful wee dogs. Glad to hear how you're getting on.


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I've been through similar shit Trilby and it's massively fucked up. I hope the massive douchebag responsible has a really bad day. Sadness is not a crime or a disease. For fucking fuck's sake.

I'd talk to a lawyer about a huge false arrest suit.

I don't think protective custody constitutes an arrest and the pharmacist is probably held harmless from civil suit by law; unless, the pharmacist's action can be proved to be malicious. The pharmacist erring on the side of caution also protects the store from liability; so, a complaint to Kroger will probably end up in the pharmacist's favor. Changing pharmacies, as you intend, is most likely your best option since Kroger (like many pharmacies) probably has a video camera record of you at the customer service counter which they and the police can reference. What you actually felt and how you presented may be two different things. Even people here were relieved when you started posting again after sharing your tribulation. Just sayin'.

Handcuffs constitute an arrest. And dragging you out of your house because some asshole says you looked distraught? Fuck that shit.:mad:

I think most police department SOPs require all backseat transports (anyone not an invited ride-along) to be handcuffed for both the officers' and detainee's safety whether they are under arrest or not. Her story above was "... when I got home the police where there, ..." and not that she was dragged out of her house. It takes two to tango.

If something horrible had happen I bet the pharmacist would never sleep again knowing they could have done something.
I would like to see it as someone trying to do the right thing and that is really as much as you can do.

Yes.
If the neighbors ask what happened, look them right in the eye and say "I am not at liberty to discuss the events of..." then stop, and then whisper "I gotta go."
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Trill, I extend my condolences on your loss.
My Labs died when I was overseas.
I found the one when I was 9.
She had a litter when I was 11.
I kept one.
There were my dogs until I deployed.
When I got back to The World, my family waited 2 months to even tell me they died (mother had them euthanized).
I kind of know how you feel...

I wish you the best on the new pups...

Sexobon is correct. There is a mechanism for police to take into protective custody any person who is reasonably deemed to be at imminent risk of harm to self or others, or who appears at risk of imminent serious physical impairment due to a mental health condition. The police must transport such person directly to a hospital for prompt evaluation. This process is not voluntary so cuffs are used.

The point of the provision for this sort of detention is to ensure the satefy and prompt evaluation of someone who meets one or more of the above three criteria, through words or actions and sometimes general appearance (eg an emaciated, obviously physically ill psychotic person found wandering in the passing lane on the interstate). Whatever happened at the pharmacy prompted the pharmacist to call, and either the strength of the concerns communicated prompted dispatch to send three cruisers, or the first officers on scene asked for backup. We don't know the details.But the point of it all was safety.

Tril was taken to the police station though.
Not conducive to mental healing.

Still, they let the lady go.
So she is now officially and legally confirmed as sane, which is more than I've ever been.
(I lie - I was discharged from mental health daycare after 2 weeks. Possibly because I got my sense of humour back and was disturbing the daily routine thereby.)

That was the part of Trilby's account that said 'protective custody' rather than arrest. She didn't mention the police station in her post, and if she ended up there at some point that's a different matter. The whole episode isn't conducive to mental healing, but that's not the point of it - it's getting someone to urgent evaluation for reasons of safety.

I'm glad she was released, and I hope the rest of her day went much better.

Yeah, she's lucky she didn't end up at Guantanamo. :mad:

You are correct about the transport policy. In this type situation, we always had an ambulance transport with our assistance. I think the officers should have used more discretion and compassion.

Tril - I hope you get your new dog. If not, I have a turtle I will let you adopt. He is very sweet and doesn't get in the way. Doesn't eat much either. Now that I think about it, he hasn't eaten anything in a few years. Hmmm????

Oops, sorry Ortho. I was going with my remembered account rather than what Trilby wrote.

But also an opportunity for fun.

How about a story about your exploits as a high-end jewel thief. How you are never indicted because you leave no evidence behind.

There ya go...

Glad you're safe, Tril. Love ya.

Trilby has a new dog.
With a poopy problem.

Given my cat has produced an awful ot of custard (Blackadder) over the weekend I do not worry that love will find a way.

Oh! She has a new dog? How exciting!

Yes! Looking forward to the photos (has anyone else noticed that Trilby recently acquired an ability to post photos which she never had before?). Of the poop, or the pup, whichever, naturally!

From such a tiny cat...

I'm glad I come here. You all are so funny; and sweet. I was taken to the hospital; not jail (only been there once in the drunk tank for four hours- " someone who isn't me" was too high on heroin to really care but the nice black ladies there had some fun with it) and I was cuffed because, in my distress, I might have hurt the butch cunt who cuffed me so---and, no, they never, ever, in any circumstances cuff in the front. Back cuffs only. Ever been cuffed? Suck-eeeeee.

Everything was "for my own good" but it felt like everything was "To make sure you can't sue us" and nobody really gave a damn. I didn't even get a valium. I waited in the MH room for three hours while my psych made arrangements to see me the very next day (unusual and I'll give the LSW props for that)

I complained to the pharmacist, krogers, the sargeant and IA and they all said the same thing "protocol". so. Never look sad or distraught or godfuckingforbid you cry at the pharmacy. I gave the cops ZERO problems, having dealt with my locals for years they are bullies, they are all on testosterone (esp. the gals) and they get wood with each encounter, no matter how small. They hate us all and we pretty much hate them-unless your an oldster and you want someone to talk to during their near-monthly pleas for funds for The Fraternal Order of Police where they scam you out of money.

I would like to kick her in the cunt.

My sister suggests what I resists persists and they get off on it so I will NOT kick any officer in the cunt, though I want to very much. I will only picture it in my mind in graphic detail; esp. the part where she's just about to vomit from the pain.

I told my doctor thanks for nothing. I need to apologize for that. He's only doing his job but holymotherofgod I wish I'd never told him I was an addict. When they know you are an addict they give you aspirin and a hot water bottle even if your arm's off.

You're lovely people.
I'm glad you care----even if you don't. :P

PS- now he can't get at the cat food the poop problem is solved.

Seems cat food has waaaaay more protein than dog food so they love it and eat it all up and with all the upheaval Scout was having diarrhea (fun!) but now he's settled a bit. A BIT. I should've gotten an older dog; but they he was and I made a rash, impetuous, on-the-rebound decision. I'll try to post a pic. (He IS on FB) if you want to friend me just PM me.

action shot

always on the move:

Oh he's gorgeous!

He'll be an older dog soon enough :P

What a pretty dog. Looks really sweet.

Very good looking pup! Is Scout the name he came with or did you rename him?

one more try at a decent non-moving one....

ahhh....fuggitaboutit. He NEVER stops.

thanks. I'm trying to learn to love him.

It is really hard getting a new pet very soon after losing an old friend. I've done it and wondered whether it was a mistake - but you'll learn to love him soon enough. There is space in your heart for both him and Autumn, I'm sure!


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It'll happen. It's always a bit odd at first. Even with a pup. I remember sitting there with carrot wondering about this little alien creature who didn't really know me and whom i didn't really know, and wondering if it would ever feel natural.

and both of you came to love your new creature...so that gives me hope. I mean, I LIKE him, but he's a LOT of freaking work, babbeh, and I am Queen of sitting on the couch reading like I don't care. He'd rather we cage fight.

also--just spent nearly 20 dollars on a nylon bone the guy at the store told me all his regulars were giving rave reviews over===Scout couldn't care less. Anybody want me to mail them a very, very slightly mouthed bone? it's washable and indestructable.

I can't be trusted....I do too much of everything....sorry! :blush: a profile:

ha! try him with a stagbar (antler). Carrot goes nuts for them and he's a heavy chewer.

Also, as to learning to love them:

I liked Carrot. He was adorable, and sweet and cute and beautiful. But he wasn't Pilau. I spent quite a bit of time feeling like, God I wish it were Pilau I was stroking and not this little puppy...then feeling guilty for effectively wishing the lad away like that. All my instinctive behaviours and styles of handling were off kilter...his reations so different to my sense memories of the same with Pilau, right down to the way he arched his back when I ruffed the fur on his rump, which Carrot never does.

In the first few days especially I wondered a few times if I'd made some horrible mistake. I knew, in the back of my mind that I'd eventually settle and grow to love him, but knowing it will happen isn;t the same as actually feeling it.

I felt self-conscious with him. Sometimes my manner felt false, like I was playing a role with him.

Then I started to feel a real sense of protectiveness and the beginnings of love...which made me feel guilty like I was somehow letting Pilau go by doing so.

Add in that he was a lot of work. High energy levels, he was either asleep or active, no middle ground. And he didn't seem to sleep anywhere near as much as puppies that age are meant to...and I am quite a sedentary person. I spend a lot of time in my own head. Dealing with a high maintenance pup after the years of slow and easy companionship was stressful, tiring, occasionally heart breaking and laden with a pervading sense of guilt that I was letting Pilau go and also that Carrot had no idea of any of what was in my mind, and that it wasn't his fault he wasn't Pilau.

Actually, though, looking back, I went through similar sorts of things with Pil when we got him. Wondering if I'd ever really know this strange little beast. Wondering if I'd made a mistake, feeling frazzled by the sudden explosion of energy I'd unleashed into my home :P

Somewhere along the way I realised I loved Carrot fiercely. I found myself feeling excited about coming home to him after I'd been at uni for the day. And we began to learn each others language and character. We're still learning. It's a journey and he's only 13 months old so changing too. But he's my lad now.
All part of the process. Good days, bad days, sure days, insecure days.

Dana has it about right. With me it was cats, and I clearly remember resenting New Cat because he wasn't Old Cat, yet also knowing I had to have a pet, I couldn't live in a house without another living creature in it, so I had to just accept New Cat. Who was pretty feral and un-cuddly to start with. Helearnt not to be feral, and I certainly grew to love him. You'll get there,Trilby.x


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