Wait — did I get that backwards?
dog is my co-pilot
08 Wednesday Apr 2009
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is this a happy face?
01 Wednesday Apr 2009
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Is she smiling? Sometimes it is hard to tell. Could be maniacal plotting of the dog’s untimely demise.
the pre-wash cycle
19 Thursday Mar 2009
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There is an ongoing debate in my household about the “best” way to load the dishwasher. I just put the dishes in. Apparently that is not exactly right. Apparently it is very important to stack them using a very complex logarithm that maximizes the mean number of individual dishes that can be wedged into every nook and corner. It does not seem to matter much to this particular member of my household (who shall remain nameless) that the dishes do not get as clean when there are 537 of them in a single load. I end up putting them through the dishwasher again a second time when this unnamed person leaves the house.
I think the dishes come out bright spanky super-clean when I load the dishwasher the “not as right” way. Especially when I use the pre-wash cycle.
Before activating pre-wash, be sure to check the back of the dishwasher for something scary:
Activate pre-wash. (Note the cat looks disgusted about the whole spectacle.)
Handy tip: the pre-wash is also self-cleaning. (Even the top of the nose.)
Note To Self: set the real sanitize button after every pre-wash.
TGIF
13 Friday Mar 2009
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neutered dog pal
10 Tuesday Mar 2009
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remember this all year
28 Saturday Feb 2009
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Even the dog knows that grinchiness should be stopped, whenever possible.
don’t look back
26 Thursday Feb 2009
Posted in get along like cats and dogs, Writing
Kitty, I hate to tell you this, but while you’re not watching the screen, I’m blogging about how much I love the dog.
Sorry, littlest dude.
Please don’t chew my eyeballs out while I’m sleeping, OK?
Nice Kitty?
I will write about your sweet, fuzzy cuteness another day.
If
I
still
have
eyeballs.
hey, pup, why the long face?
18 Wednesday Feb 2009
Posted in get along like cats and dogs, Writing
My dog talks to me during the day. Not the way the Oreos talk to me when I am alone in the house; she makes sounds that other people can hear,
a rrrrwaRrr rRwaaarrr rwwaRRaar.
I am pretty sure I know what she is trying to “say”: “… hey there, Mrs. More-Highly-Evolved-Mammal, how about you back away from the computer and use those opposable thumbs of yours to hook the leash on this here collar and take me for a little walk around the neighborhood????”
I may not be clear on all the subtle nuances, but I am fairly certain of the main idea. One look at her long face and I don’t even need to hear the words.
Which reminds me of an old joke: a writer asks “What time is it? and the dog answers “Now, now, now, now, now!!” There is no past or future for the dog, it is always now. Always a good time for a walk, even when we just returned from one.
the gift that keeps on gonging
15 Sunday Feb 2009
Posted in get along like cats and dogs, seasons
First of all, let’s all pretend that the cat isn’t usually allowed to sit on the kitchen table and stare at a cake.
Pets aside, Valentine’s Day is a tricky “holiday”. It’s not really a holiday, but if one is not careful, it can get the hopes up just far enough to dash them year after year, like a small wooden (heart shaped) raft bashed against the rocks of reality, over and over and ouch and ouch
Oh, sorry, I don’t know what came over me.
I am having a happy valentines day, because I have f-i-n-a-l-l-y let go of all loaded expectations for the day. My beloved gave me exactly what I wanted — he fixed up an old, dilapidated cuckoo clock that used to hang in my grandma’s house when I was little. The bonus gift is that he actually hung it in our home, even though it does not keep time, and it gongs every 15 minutes, and, well, it cuckoos. Enough said. That is love. I’ll take that in an envelope, hold the chocolates.
she has a quiet friend, too
06 Friday Feb 2009
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Some days we all need a friend, especially one that can just listen.
I love that dog. The real one, not the stuffed one. I had never liked dogs much until I met this one. Let’s just say I had “bad” experiences with dogs. Nothing scary, mostly just… gross. Like the roommate’s dog who, in the middle of a two hour car ride, horked up a feminine protection product in the backseat. Yes, it was used. Did I mention it was 90 degrees outside?
Then there was the super cute dog named Petey. We were visiting new acquaintances in the California countryside. Petey greeted us at the car with lots of licks and kisses, like we were old friends. He was so sweet and lovable! Why had I harbored this apparently irrational idea that dogs were not indeed wonderful companions?? All was peachy until a small group went for a hike in the woods, man’s best friend at their side. They hiked and talked and laughed and then one guy stopped to relieve himself behind a tree. I don’t have to tell you what Petey then ate.
We didn’t let Petey lick our hand (or face) anymore.
Besides, I had always been a cat person. Nearly every picture of me since I was a toddler includes a cat in my arms, curling around my ankles, or in my lap. Had three cats after we got married. L-O-V-E cats, that was me.
Then I met Kenzie the Wonderdog. Best dog ever; though admittedly I do not have much frame of reference. Does not eat anything really yucky, not even those tempting treats in the litterbox (crunchy on the outside, chewy in the middle). She is my constant companion, riding shotgun in the van any day that it is not too hot or not too cold. I put the seat heater on for her in the winter. I’ve lost my mind over this dog.
Best of all, she’s a really good listener.
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