I have a dog. Charlie is his name. Aside from a few traumatic times in his life such as being homeless and when someone who shall be unnamed amputated his tale in the door, he’s had a pretty great life. We buy him the kibble he likes best, mix it with the wet food he likes best, and then add bits and pieces of steak or pork chops while begging him to end his latest hunger strike. We had to get a bigger couch to accommodate his napping needs. And he has many, many dog toys strewn about the house, yard and even the couch. I mean, what about his life doesn’t sound pretty great, aside from the hygiene techniques and hot sidewalks?
I’m posting this late due to meeting my Monday morning time Bandit. Yes, Bandit, the little dude who stole my morning.
I got the kids off to school and went for a run and had breakfast and was heading into the shower all before 9:30. Yes, it looked like my day was sure to be golden. The glorious golden kind of day where you manage to cross all the items off your to-do list and still have time to sit down for a cup of coffee. But then my phone rang. Read more…
If I was a smart blogger, I’d have a few emergency blog posts all spit-shined and ready to go in the unlikely event of a water landing, so to speak. But I’m not much of a smart blogger apparently because this morning when I looked in desperation at my draft blogs, they all suck in various amounts. So here I am, typing away with a tear-streaked face and a sad panda little self.
My Mondays and Fridays start a bit crazy as I get the kids all set for school in a mad-dash kind of way, then they get nice and mellow as I sit in my comfy office chair with a cup of coffee and type up whatever comes to mind. And it really looked like that would be today’s happy matter as well. Until I caught my dog’s tail in the storm door on our way back from the bus stop. Read more…
I’ve recently celebrated a birthday and so am in the mood to think about the gifts I received. Thinking of thanking people, that is my version of thank you cards. These days I am so surrounded by gifts, it is nearly impossible to not be overwhelmed with the gifts, let alone the polite society responses I should be making.
If you have pets, you will deal with some not so fun things. Poop is really nothing in the big picture. Let’s talk about “infestations” and perhaps you will have the appropriate “creepy-crawly” reaction.
It seems that me, my house, my children, and my pets (aside from the fish thank god) are under the throes of a flea infestation. Great, first the swine flu and now fleas. Can’t all the dang bugs just leave me alone? But this opportunity to scratch myself silly brings to mind a previous pet tragedy. His name was Sampson.