“I Go Outside, You Feed Me!” -August
I think August, the Pug, has figured out how to use and abuse me:
We started feeding her less food, but more often. Some kind of veterinary metabolism diet for dogs. In result, she has turned into a Purina hungry, little beggar. She begs to be on our lap during dinner, she’s in my face when I have a snack on the couch, and she can barely control herself when I go NEAR her food storage container. These habits are unusual for her. I believe, because she gets no love during these times, she has resorted to cruel punishment towards me. She has been waking me up before 7AM every morning for the past 1 1/2 weeks, for me to let her outside. Usually after she comes in, she is ‘rewarded’ with a 1/4 cup of food. Well this morning, she faked it. Yes, my 2 year old pug faked it. She started stirring around 6:20…I of course pretended not to notice a 20 lbs fur ball walking across my chest. So about 7:00 I said the coveted words: “go outside?” She runs, I stumble to the backdoor and allow a 30 degree wind blast my face. She hops out, I close the door and start walking away. Literally, I did not make it 5 feet when I heard her signal. *Bawh*Wooof* I look at her through the door and tell her to do her business. She won’t budge *Woof* I let her in and she beelines to the food container. My cute, cuddly, little brat has figured out that if she stands outside for just a second while I think that she is relieving herself of a night’s full of pressure…she gets rewarded with food. What have I created?! Although, the bigger question is: Where HAS she relieved herself of that pressure?! Well I’m up now, and can’t go back to sleep like usual. But what is this on my lap?! A snoring, adorable, well fed, black pug. As they say…I’m wrapped around her paw.
a new idea
I read.
I watch movies.
I write.
With these powers combined…I can SAVE THE WORLD!! well not really…I might have a fun blog for you to read. Coming Soon!
Throughout the summer and now creeping into the fall, I am in such a mood to read. With a pug on my lap and a wine/tea at my side, I can just fall into the story and not feel like I’ve wasted three hours watching someone else’s scripted “reality”. Although, the problem that I used to experience when faced with such a mood is: what book shall I read?! Asking around in my circle of friends might produce a good read occasionally, but usually I received the heartbreaking responses such as “I don’t like to read” or “what was the name of that book I read last?” ::sigh:: I couldn’t just walk into a library or a book store to randomly pick up a visually appealing book cover. You know what they say: Don’t judge a book…
(That one’s for Josh)
Well I’ve found this awesome website: FlashlightWorthyBooks.com!! That title alone gets you excited to find that next good read. Oh, but the organized cleverness of this site!! For example, I found my first suggestion in the “Books That Taught Me to Like the Subway Again” section. I have a couple suggested books saved that came from “These Books Will Help You Survive After an Apocalypse.” I just finished Frankenstein which of course fell under “12 Classic Steampunk Books.” You never know, I might move onto “The Best Books on Raising Urban Chickens.”
The book’s reviews are descriptive and honest without giving away too much of the plot, because unfortunately sometimes all you need to do is read the inside cover of a book to see right through to what will happen throughout the pages.
It’s perfect for me, really.
Check out this website if you want to stimulate your brain a bit. Sit outside and enjoy the weather while it’s still bearable…and why not bring a good book too.
They’re at it again!! This is the opposite hanging flower pot….they just can’t get enough.
The Horror!! Windshield Wiper Fluid Everywhere!!
After a pretty fun, but hot and painful ultimate frisbee game, Josh and I went to one of our favorite restaurants: Joey B’s. Be careful if you go, because you were able to take salvage on a grassy knoll if the parking lot was full (which it always is). They placed big rocks along that area now. I admit, I saw them even though they are low to the ground and not painted. But when I started to turn around to park on the street, my front bumper clipped one and dragged it a couple feet. Ugh. So these rocks are less than a foot tall, but wide and heavy and flat and jagged. Oh the jags!! For it clobbered the undercarriage of my front bumper and punctured my windshield wiper fluid container. I started bleeding windshield wiper fluid all over the parking lot. I just got an oil change, so that sucker was full and healthy. I on the other hand, with my swollen knee and a charley-horse, limped away in defeat to eat their good food and drink their beer. Dang those rocks, and dang Joey B’s. My ‘Raven’ is hurt. Pictures to come?
Flown the Coop
My little neighbors have moved away. They weren’t all that bad. Even though it was a big family, they kept the noise down and they left pretty quickly. They did leave a mess in my flowers; Poop Everywhere!! I think I might even miss the little guys. I would tilt the pot back and they would just stare at me with their beady eyes and wide beaks. They were fun to have around.
Now what am I going to write about?!
