Recently in dog Category

even though my title expresses that i have a good life, there are days, that even though my life is good, it can be trying.

the only reason i sound so fuçking grim right now is because we had some weather last night.  oh.  the house is fine.  but the dog wigged at 4 in the morning.  i couldn't fall back to sleep after that until my alarm went off... at 730.  at that point, the trembling, neurotic dog whose medicine did no more than act like candy was in bed with me terrified that the big bad lightening and thunder would get her.

needless to say, i woke up, having overslept, with a raging headache, no clue what to wear (if you know me at all, then you know that this is a bad place for me to be mentally), the weather sucked and parking is impossible on campus.

the blessed part of my life is that i did not have to teach my 10am class since they are in the midst of a project.  but i arrived so late on campus and still felt like sh!t that i ended up canceling my 11am.  i will pay for that.  but today was long.  i managed to get some work done, have a meeting, attend one class and clear my head a little bit, but overall, the fog is in the mind.

there are several ways to get a boost or a perk in your day.  there have been all sorts of articles by psychologists who talk about this on cnn and various other news sites.  i think the psychologists are silly spending their hard earned time on something that is truly evident.  like DUH!

so here... take a hit.  nothing will make you feel all good and bubbly inside like looking at that.  i dare you.  come on.  you know it will make you feel better.  do it.  all your friends do.

the dog, who is a 40lb purebred mutt, is drugged.  i drugged her.  i gave it to her in the peanut butter.  tasty, tasty, peanut butter.  why, you ask?  because it is storming here and she wigs out sometimes.

this is of no interest.  what is of interest is that she is lying down, facing the corner, trembling and twitching like that dude in the blair witch project at the end... except, in this version of the movie, there is no witch, and i am not laughing at the stupidity of it all.

we have three cats.  butter who will be 9.  socks who will be 7 and maple who will be 5.  our cats are insane.  and to be quite honest, i do not understand them most of the time.

this evening, they have taken to running around like crazy animals who look like they are running from a burning building.  only thing is, the house is not on fire, and there is really their commute from one room to the next is not that large, so speeding, kind of a moot point.

now, i would also like you to know that it is colder than a witches tit outside and the dog has decided that being out there, lying on the deck is clearly the only way to go at 10:35 pm.  i mean really, where else would you want to be?  certainly not a warm bed near the heating vent.  or on one of the couches curled up (blankets provided). 

i dunno.  they all seem crazy to me.

so this afternoon when i came home from a crap load of grading at the office (still not done), we decided to take the dogs on a walk.

we now have two dogs... one is ours, the other is my aunt and uncle's dog... a pent up cocker spaniel.  the walk lasted a good 40 minutes and was at a fast pace.  there was one problem... i lost my keys in the process.  so i doubled back to look for them.  no sign of my keys.

i do not lose my keys.  ever.  so this is terribly frustrating to me.  you have no idea what we had to go through to get back into the house.  it involved four different households.  so this week, i am making about a bagillion copies of our house key... want one?

when the weather turns stormy, right when the thunder rumbles across the sky, and it gets dark and windy, that moment when you want to wrap up in a blanket with a good book and a cup of tea, that instant that your body says "good napping weather"... that is the moment i am drugging the dog so she will not ruin that moment for me.

we are a household of three cats, one dog and two humans.  i am sitting in the front part of the house where we will one day have the most beautiful library and reading room EVER.  i am reading my blogs, the news, etc, and the dog keeps looking up at me with utter contempt and disdain, then gets depressed and lays her head back down.

why is she doing this?  because thomas is not home.  and apparently, this is my fault.  she refuses to eat her dinner or leave the front door.  she gets up periodically and looks out the window.  looks at me, and basically says, "you are a useless human being.  where is daddy?"

at least the cats know how awesome i really am.

so die dog thinks she is funny.  you see, she likes to go in for the kill on all things plush.  she likes to gut them with the smallest of incisions and then proceed to shred them.

a while back, i came home as usual.  i got the usual greeting of, "you're home! now let me out!"  and she proceeded to run to the back door.  while i was at the door, i turned and gasped.  yes.  i gasped.

there, nicely laid out in her bed, was my-- MY-- fozzie bear.  in preop, being readied for the torture to begin.

i took a photo for proof because thomas' dog has it in for me and all of my things, including MY fozzie bear.  die evil dog is really out to get him.  and all he ever did was tell a lousy joke or two.

our dog likes to point out the obvious on an occasion.  she likes to point out that we need a maid or that we need to clean the house just a little bit more often.

if we don't, she will leave us little reminders throughout the house that say, "ya'll are dirty."  she speaks southern.

for example, if you look real close at the image of the tv there, you will see a nice, clean and clear outline in the dust.  that's an outline of her toy duck.  a duck she flung at the tv because she can't write, "ya'll are dirty" in the dust.  she's a southern dog, therefore she can't write.

so i have had one grea tbig adventure in the name of puppy love.  the story has to do with a puppy who got very sick after eating around 90 advil.

anyway.  puppy is fine.  the mommy is also ok and recovering from the initial shock of the whole thing.  so hopefully, the two of them can rebond and not go through this again.

in the meantime, i was treated to quite a bit of espresso today and i am feeling the pure thought waves running through my head.  do you know that feeling?  the one wear you can seize any of your ideas and see it, feel it, express it, turn it around, analyse it, and realize it in a nanosecond.  no.  faster than that.  a nanonanosecond.

i am at that moment right now.  at this precise moment, i can solve world hunger, bring peace to the world, buy shoes online, eat dinner, cause lainey to go into labor and cure cancer- without blinking an eye.  i encourage you all to drink more caffeine.  better than crack-cheetos.