This is what time the puppy decided she needed to go potty this morning. Just as it was beginning to get light out.
She stretched and greeted me with a wiggly stub of a tail. I glared and said "go". She obliged and then tried to greet me again. I harumphed and put her back to bed where she promptly fell back asleep.
I, on the other hand, have been awake ever since.
It's now 5:55.
*sigh* Welcome to Saturday.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Rain Rain Go Away
It supposed to be summer. Well, in 3 days anyway. So why is it that yesterday's high temperature was a record low for the day? Yes, you read that right, the high set a record for being the lowest "high" temperature on record for the day in the last 100 years. It was only in the low 50's. Brrrrrrrrr. And raining. Hard. Where is my glorious sunshine? We get such a short summer here I neeeeeeed every little bit of it to get me through the doldrums of winter. And spring? Pfft. Fuggetaboutit. In Spokane we like to joke that there are two seasons. Winter, and road construction season. Guess which we are in now. >:( I DON'T KNOW. lol Sort of a messy combination of both.
The worst part? Olympia is having better weather than we are. Olympia is supposed to get the rain. I live in the desert. Something is wrong here.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
I'm sunburned...
And I like it :)
BRING ON THE SUN!!!!!
Dolce and I before the Parade of Paws walk.
At the top of Mount St. Michael where the Priest blessed the puppies.
Dolce relaxing in the grass before the long hike back down the hill. It was hot!!
Paying for my poor choice of sunscreen, but it will be tan before tomorrow!! :D
BRING ON THE SUN!!!!!
At the top of Mount St. Michael where the Priest blessed the puppies.
Friday, June 11, 2010
For Lisa, because she asked and I am that way. A picture of this innocent looking face. Under this innocent face lurks the heart of a two year old. Or maybe a teenager. I haven't decided yet.
All I know is that most of the time this face makes up for whatever naughtiness she has wrought. Even with a little dog snot thrown in on the nose for good measure. :)
Sunday, June 6, 2010
My dog has lost her mind.
You may recall a few blogs back here I discussed a phenomena whereby the puppy would bring me the last mouthful of her food and "share" it with me. This got to be really annoying so I decided since the weather is nicer that I would move the dog's dish outside under the cover of the porch so that they could not make such a mess in my kitchen.
Now you have to have a little background on my older dog, Sydney. Since she was a puppy, Sydney has suffered severe separation anxiety. She has gotten better over the years but there was a time when we had to give her medication to be able to kennel her, and by kennel I mean put her in a doggie kennel and leave the house. She would freak out. She was good with being left alone in the house after a while, but only if all the interior doors were open. We have moved past that now to where I can close the bedroom doors and she is chill, but there is one barrier I have not been able to breach. The sliding glass door. If she is not in the mood, Sydney WILL NOT go outside by herself if the sliding glass door closes. She will go outside and lay on the porch or in the yard...just don't close that door or a full on freak out will happen. We have worked on this over the past few years to the point where she will now go out and lay in the sun for a while but when she is done, SHE IS DONE. The only exception to this rule has been when she needs to go to the bathroom she is ok with the door shutting. But then she comes right back and wants in NOW.
So this brings me to the food dish. Which is outside the sliding glass door. This poses a conundrum for my food loving dog. On the one hand, she really wants that food. On the other hand she knows I am going to shut that door because of the escape kitty who cannot be outside. So she goes out. And then immediately asks to come in. And then she goes out. Inoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinout. Unless I stand at the door while she paces back and forth in front of her food dish until she starts to eat, she won't eat. Once she starts to eat, I can sit down by the door in plain sight and read a book or play on my computer until she is done and she will finish, with one eye on me the entire time. But if I get up and walk away, she will drop her food, half chewed, and knock on the door to come in.
It's driving me batty. She is losing weight. She needs to get over it. She is 10 years old. I am kidding myself. It's never going to happen.
Meanwhile the puppy is only too happy to finish off all of the uneaten food. She is going to look like the goodyear blimp here shortly if I don't watch her, lol.
I must love this dog. I have put up with her psychosis for 10 years now. Oy.
Now you have to have a little background on my older dog, Sydney. Since she was a puppy, Sydney has suffered severe separation anxiety. She has gotten better over the years but there was a time when we had to give her medication to be able to kennel her, and by kennel I mean put her in a doggie kennel and leave the house. She would freak out. She was good with being left alone in the house after a while, but only if all the interior doors were open. We have moved past that now to where I can close the bedroom doors and she is chill, but there is one barrier I have not been able to breach. The sliding glass door. If she is not in the mood, Sydney WILL NOT go outside by herself if the sliding glass door closes. She will go outside and lay on the porch or in the yard...just don't close that door or a full on freak out will happen. We have worked on this over the past few years to the point where she will now go out and lay in the sun for a while but when she is done, SHE IS DONE. The only exception to this rule has been when she needs to go to the bathroom she is ok with the door shutting. But then she comes right back and wants in NOW.
So this brings me to the food dish. Which is outside the sliding glass door. This poses a conundrum for my food loving dog. On the one hand, she really wants that food. On the other hand she knows I am going to shut that door because of the escape kitty who cannot be outside. So she goes out. And then immediately asks to come in. And then she goes out. Inoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinout. Unless I stand at the door while she paces back and forth in front of her food dish until she starts to eat, she won't eat. Once she starts to eat, I can sit down by the door in plain sight and read a book or play on my computer until she is done and she will finish, with one eye on me the entire time. But if I get up and walk away, she will drop her food, half chewed, and knock on the door to come in.
It's driving me batty. She is losing weight. She needs to get over it. She is 10 years old. I am kidding myself. It's never going to happen.
Meanwhile the puppy is only too happy to finish off all of the uneaten food. She is going to look like the goodyear blimp here shortly if I don't watch her, lol.
I must love this dog. I have put up with her psychosis for 10 years now. Oy.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Eight days
That's how long it took to get our house into what we consider "selling ready". What does that mean anyway? For us it means that basically it looks like a model home. It looks like nobody lives here. We moved stuff out, bought new stuff, changed out bedding, painted walls, planted plants, cleaned like nobodies business, serviced all the appliances, put a ton of stuff in storage, and basically worked ourselves into utter exhaustion. But I guess the upside is when we are ready to move, 95% of the work is already done, all we have to do is pack up what is left. Now, we wait. We wait for the plethora of home buyers (can you hear the sarcasm in my voice?) And I turn into a raging monster about cleanliness.
In the midst of this I have done exactly nothing for my philosophy class. The upshot is I have learned that I really do not need to do anything for my philosophy class because the prof basically lectures for 2 hours straight about nothing even close to what he says he was going to lecture on. So the fact that I have not read the text is not a problem. Let's hope that continues today. And lets hope that the fact that I have not showered is not offensive to my fellow classmates.
Here's to hope.
In the midst of this I have done exactly nothing for my philosophy class. The upshot is I have learned that I really do not need to do anything for my philosophy class because the prof basically lectures for 2 hours straight about nothing even close to what he says he was going to lecture on. So the fact that I have not read the text is not a problem. Let's hope that continues today. And lets hope that the fact that I have not showered is not offensive to my fellow classmates.
Here's to hope.
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