Life is good for our fluffy little white dog. She sleeps on our bed, gets organic jerky sticks for treats, and is kissed and cuddled whenever she wants, and probably when she doesn't too. Being a good mommy, I started watching Caesar Milan on the National Geo Channel, figured he could give me some tips. (she did have this rather annoying habit of being an ankle biter).
Caesar kept on and on about walking your dog. Bailie's legs are short and she's so little that tossing her "baby" back and forth is the same concept I reasoned. But watch Caesar a few times and the guilt starts to set in. Every time I flipped through the channels and that show was on a dog was being walked. Was it some sort of sign? Was Bailie's guardian angel sending me "walk your dog damn it" messages??
So we started walking. Gotta admit she seemed excited when I yelled "let's get your leash". And my thighs are starting to look a little less flabby.
Then she started saving her "duty" for the walk. Now to get the dog to poop, you gotta walk her. Is that her way of making sure I continue the walks?? I think so, she's not a dumb dog. But why must she poop on the same yard every time? We get a few houses down from us and the circling dance begins. I get my little bag at the ready, and just know the homeowners are staring at us from behind their curtains wondering why every evening the same dog poops on just their yard. Funny thing is that they own a car dealership. Maybe they think I bought a car from them and it was a lemon and my idea of retribution is having my dog lay a pile on their yard. I do take a little blue potty bag with me so no evidence remains. Maybe their fertilizer attract canines, who knows?
Went to the recital last night, it started at 7 and ended at 10. Just saying.
She was by far the cutest little girl there. I am sure that if we took a vote she'd win by a landslide.
There were some idgits there - the ones that yell their kid's name when the curtain is about to go up? Wish I could have met "REBA!"'s parents - would have told them that their daughter wasn't lost so stop the yelling.
Hubby bought a new digital camera yesterday. Our old one was a basic model which was fine by me except for the screen which was itty bitty. Okay, okay, so I wear my readers alot these days.. but they are stylish!
When the camera died we were in Mexico and I had already commented that it was "acting funny". A woman just knows when something is acting funny. The dishwasher is making a different sound or the dryer is acting weird - we have household machinery esp or it's that we are the only ones ever using these machines and thus we are the sound experts. Funny how no one believes us until the thing croaks.
So he buys a new camera. This thing has all the bells and whistles that a techno gadgeteer would want. This frightens me. I want to point and shoot and see it on a big screen - that's about it. Really.
This thing is cool looking though - Star Trek cool. It has a touchscreen , so now I have to make sure there is not any sunscreen or gunk on my hands when I take pics. And I have to be able to see the options on the touch screen in the sun. Now I am worried. TOO MUCH CAMERA! But here he went out and bought the very best he could to give us primo quality pics and even HD playback. Very nice, very sweet and he is excited. The look on my face when he shows it to me tells the tale - he says "you don't like it". No, I think, I am overwhelmed. I want point and click!!! By the end of the recital he had figured out, after taking several pics of his shoes, how to go back to the last pic without touching 14 screens and making 8 selections. ( a wee tad exaggeration)
He's a good guy. If he had longer hair I'd buy him a hair dryer with multiple attachments and hair settings. I can hear him now.. " I just want to point and click".
Caesar kept on and on about walking your dog. Bailie's legs are short and she's so little that tossing her "baby" back and forth is the same concept I reasoned. But watch Caesar a few times and the guilt starts to set in. Every time I flipped through the channels and that show was on a dog was being walked. Was it some sort of sign? Was Bailie's guardian angel sending me "walk your dog damn it" messages??
So we started walking. Gotta admit she seemed excited when I yelled "let's get your leash". And my thighs are starting to look a little less flabby.
Then she started saving her "duty" for the walk. Now to get the dog to poop, you gotta walk her. Is that her way of making sure I continue the walks?? I think so, she's not a dumb dog. But why must she poop on the same yard every time? We get a few houses down from us and the circling dance begins. I get my little bag at the ready, and just know the homeowners are staring at us from behind their curtains wondering why every evening the same dog poops on just their yard. Funny thing is that they own a car dealership. Maybe they think I bought a car from them and it was a lemon and my idea of retribution is having my dog lay a pile on their yard. I do take a little blue potty bag with me so no evidence remains. Maybe their fertilizer attract canines, who knows?
Went to the recital last night, it started at 7 and ended at 10. Just saying.
She was by far the cutest little girl there. I am sure that if we took a vote she'd win by a landslide.
There were some idgits there - the ones that yell their kid's name when the curtain is about to go up? Wish I could have met "REBA!"'s parents - would have told them that their daughter wasn't lost so stop the yelling.
Hubby bought a new digital camera yesterday. Our old one was a basic model which was fine by me except for the screen which was itty bitty. Okay, okay, so I wear my readers alot these days.. but they are stylish!
When the camera died we were in Mexico and I had already commented that it was "acting funny". A woman just knows when something is acting funny. The dishwasher is making a different sound or the dryer is acting weird - we have household machinery esp or it's that we are the only ones ever using these machines and thus we are the sound experts. Funny how no one believes us until the thing croaks.
So he buys a new camera. This thing has all the bells and whistles that a techno gadgeteer would want. This frightens me. I want to point and shoot and see it on a big screen - that's about it. Really.
This thing is cool looking though - Star Trek cool. It has a touchscreen , so now I have to make sure there is not any sunscreen or gunk on my hands when I take pics. And I have to be able to see the options on the touch screen in the sun. Now I am worried. TOO MUCH CAMERA! But here he went out and bought the very best he could to give us primo quality pics and even HD playback. Very nice, very sweet and he is excited. The look on my face when he shows it to me tells the tale - he says "you don't like it". No, I think, I am overwhelmed. I want point and click!!! By the end of the recital he had figured out, after taking several pics of his shoes, how to go back to the last pic without touching 14 screens and making 8 selections. ( a wee tad exaggeration)
He's a good guy. If he had longer hair I'd buy him a hair dryer with multiple attachments and hair settings. I can hear him now.. " I just want to point and click".
No comments:
Post a Comment