Thursday is made of win!
Aug. 20th, 2009 11:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Really? I don't know. But it might be.
I has a new phone! It is a secondary line on Brent's account. No longer on my mother's plan. Awwwww!!! Isn't that sweet?
Well, I think so anyway. He's taken me under his wing.
Okay, whatever.
Scarlett and mom are going today to look at dogs.
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Wuff. I wish I could go with them and help her pick a dog that truly loves her. I am SO not ready to have a dog in my house!! But if they find one (and how can they NOT?) then she will bring it with her on Friday when she comes home. Of the three of us (Brent, Scarlett and me) I am the one with the Cesar Millan mentality. I am the pack leader when it comes to animals. I'm already worried that I'm going to have to assume responsibility of the dog while it is in my house. Truth is, I probably should, whether I need to or not. Dog needs to know it's place, and Scarlett will be too busy babying it, dressing it in various collars and kerchiefs, and Brent will be too busy melting. He's such a big poofter when it comes to animals. *snicker* I just hope the dog is not a nipper. *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*
I"m thrilled for her, I really am. But it's just so much more work for me, you know? I'll have to keep the cats in my bedroom for a while, until they get used to the idea. That will likely take several weekends to happen. I'll have to make sure there are no stray "kittie crunchies" in the utility room because I have yet to meet a dog that doesn't eat cat poop. And I was thinking I'd have to keep the cat dishes up on the counter, but the dishes will be in my room with the cats. Damn. I've got a lot of straighening up to do in order to give the cats enough room to settle without killing one another. Tonight after dinner. I'll make Brent help me. We've been lazy bums enough this week.
Still no sign of a home, but I'm collecting boxes all the same. Will take some home today, and start packing once again. I've got a closet full of clothes - great clothes! - that I never wear any more. I'll probably pack them and store them wherever we live. I'm not willing to get rid of them, yet. I paid good money for those clothes, and even though I might not ever wear them again, I like to pretend that maybe someday I'll care how I dress at work again.
Maybe.
Someday.
I has a new phone! It is a secondary line on Brent's account. No longer on my mother's plan. Awwwww!!! Isn't that sweet?
Well, I think so anyway. He's taken me under his wing.
Okay, whatever.
Scarlett and mom are going today to look at dogs.
.................................
Wuff. I wish I could go with them and help her pick a dog that truly loves her. I am SO not ready to have a dog in my house!! But if they find one (and how can they NOT?) then she will bring it with her on Friday when she comes home. Of the three of us (Brent, Scarlett and me) I am the one with the Cesar Millan mentality. I am the pack leader when it comes to animals. I'm already worried that I'm going to have to assume responsibility of the dog while it is in my house. Truth is, I probably should, whether I need to or not. Dog needs to know it's place, and Scarlett will be too busy babying it, dressing it in various collars and kerchiefs, and Brent will be too busy melting. He's such a big poofter when it comes to animals. *snicker* I just hope the dog is not a nipper. *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*
I"m thrilled for her, I really am. But it's just so much more work for me, you know? I'll have to keep the cats in my bedroom for a while, until they get used to the idea. That will likely take several weekends to happen. I'll have to make sure there are no stray "kittie crunchies" in the utility room because I have yet to meet a dog that doesn't eat cat poop. And I was thinking I'd have to keep the cat dishes up on the counter, but the dishes will be in my room with the cats. Damn. I've got a lot of straighening up to do in order to give the cats enough room to settle without killing one another. Tonight after dinner. I'll make Brent help me. We've been lazy bums enough this week.
Still no sign of a home, but I'm collecting boxes all the same. Will take some home today, and start packing once again. I've got a closet full of clothes - great clothes! - that I never wear any more. I'll probably pack them and store them wherever we live. I'm not willing to get rid of them, yet. I paid good money for those clothes, and even though I might not ever wear them again, I like to pretend that maybe someday I'll care how I dress at work again.
Maybe.
Someday.
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Date: 2009-08-20 06:34 pm (UTC)But my little Leo is an apartment-sized shelter mutt (cocker spaniel/min pin and about 22 lbs), and he is a delightful little creature.
Actually, at my local shelter the other day, I saw this sweet little poodle mix (emphasis on MIX) with this shaggy little white coat and a goofy personality. He was gentle and quite with the look of a wire-haired terrier, but thicker, softer, cuter fur... and white. He was a doll. I'm not usually a small dog person, but I would have snatched this darling right up.
All that to say, they'll find a great dog. It's easy to do when the shelters are so full of them.
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Date: 2009-08-20 06:54 pm (UTC)I'm not pleased. This is not how I would have handled it, and I have a bad feeling about it. But now the deed is done, and we shall see what happens next.
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Date: 2009-08-20 06:56 pm (UTC)Well, that dog probably would have ended up in a shelter anyway, so maybe they did a good deed after all.
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Date: 2009-08-20 07:17 pm (UTC)And I'll try not to vent about it any more than that. They did the same thing to me when I was in grade school - found a dog and then took me to get him. It took Jimbo about 3 weeks to figure out that I was his new master, and not my dad. But once he did, he was the best dog ever, for a solid seven years. So this doesn't have to be a bad thing.
*deeeeep breath*
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Date: 2009-08-20 05:14 pm (UTC)Dog
Date: 2009-08-21 05:23 pm (UTC)Re: Dog
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