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If you want to see a dog freak out . . .

Take her outside and then realize there’s a rather largish turtle slowly making his way across the yard.

Funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time.  I so wished I had my phone or the camera.

Darn dog

You know it’s not a great day when you come home to an empty box of girl scout cookies.

And a mess on the recently cleaned carpet.

And the cookies were for someone else.

And a dog with a guilty face.

I’d bet the cat was in on it too.

A short xmas mystery

The Case of the Missing Apples


This morning was not our best. Sam was screaming, Lauren was fussing, we were both getting frustrated, left the house late but (barely) made it to work on time.

The dog decided to use me as a launching pad to jump off of Sam’s bed this am instead of going around me. I was kneeling beside the bed, and she jumped from the bed to my back, and then to the ground. That hurt – 26 pounds of dog digging in with her nails will do that. Big huge scratches all over my upper back. Thank goodness she went to the groomer on Sunday and had her nails trimmed.

No time for breakfast.

Sam’s legs are just covered with mosquito bites – he gets big welts on him just like I used to get when I was a kid. He has a hyperactive immune system, I think. He’ll scratch them, they’ll get infected, lather, rinse, repeat.

I’ll probably go over at lunch to put some more benadryl cream on his little legs to help with the itching, and I might give him some children’s benadryl. That really helped Lauren and me the last time we were attacked by a horde of angry mosquitos. He won’t like that, though, so it ought to be fun to restrain him and get medicine down his throat. He’s a strong little bugger.

Also need to let the dog out, and I hope that Mark fed her this morning, because I didn’t. At some point today I have to get to the grocery store. Lunchtime is looking like the most promising time for that. That’s what I get for being lazy – I meant to go last night after the kids were in bed, but I was tired, so I sat on the couch instead. That means it needs to get done today.

So there goes lunch.

This evening there’s a PTA meeting to plan the back-to-school bash. That’ll take some time, based on last year’s planning meeting.

And so we bid a sad farewell to dinner.

This is clearly Not. My. Day.

On the upside, there’s a Woot-Off.

Well. That was graceful.

I just got back to my office after going home to take the dog out. When I got to the house, I saw the little sign in the yard that the TruGreen folks had been there to spray the yard, but I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention.

So I get Susie, and we head outside, down toward the area of the yard that she uses.

Ummm, hey, idgit – the grass is wet. And those pretty sandals don’t have a lot of traction. Right as these thoughts went through my head . . .

Slip, crash, down I go, sliding about 10 feet on my hip. It’s already bruised and swollen. And PAINFUL.

Tomorrow should be even more fun!!!!

Stray thoughts

1. I’m really annoyed about some work stuff, but I suppose I’ll survive.

2. This morning, Lauren wanted to wait for me just outside the entrance to her summer program while I signed her in, and say goodbye to me out there. Out of view of the other kids. *sigh* That came earlier than I expected. She didn’t want her friends to see any hugging or kissing with a parental unit. Ooh, ick. So I gave her a cheery “Have a great day!” and reassured her that I won’t kiss her in front of her friends.

Then I sniffled, just a little bit.

3. Mark tells me that Susie may not be feeling well – she didn’t eat this morning, and wasn’t acting like herself. I’ll have to check on her at lunch.

4. Over the weekend, I was apparently attacked by a horde of manic mosquitos. I am covered with a whole bunch of itchy bites – maybe 20 or 25. I fracking hate mosquitos.

I’m torn between sympathetic and amused

So the dog comes into the living room, and is chewing on something crunchy. I think to myself . . . “Hmmmmm, that doesn’t seem like one of her rawhide bones . . . ” so I look into the matter. Sure enough: chicken bones.

She got into the trash (a recent and regrettable habit), and managed to find some leftover bones from chicken wings. That’s not good for animals, is it? I thought it was a choking hazard, or at least it is for cats.

Oh, did I mention? These were hot chicken wings.

So now she’s rubbing her mouth all over her dog bed rather desperately, and drinking lots and lots of water. Which won’t really help her.

It could stop the digging in the garbage, though, so I’m torn.

Puppies are freaked out by snow

I shoulda guessed. There’s rather a lot of snow falling at the moment, for around here at least. It’s apparently going to be followed by ice overnight.


School’s already been called off for tomorrow. I’m feeling better, so I’m sitting here drinking a glass of wine when the dog tells me she needs to go out. So out we went into the snow.

She. Wigged. Out.

I laughed.

It is doubtful that I’ll be able to leave our cul-de-sac uphill in the am. We shall see. I really need to get to work. Now that I’m feeling better, there’s a fracking blizzard. Figures.

Things I must do with Lauren

I found this recipe, via ParentHacks. We’ll be doing this later this week . . .

Homemade dog biscuits

2 cups whole-wheat flour
1 tbsp baking powder
1 cup peanut butter – chunky or smooth
1 cup milk

preheat oven to 375F. mix flour and baking powder, set aside. in another bowl mix peanut butter and milk, then slowly add dry ingredients. place dough on a lightly floured surface (this is the part kids love) and knead dough. roll out and shape with cookie cutters or freehand. bake 20 minutes – be careful as they burn easily. cool and store in an airtight container.

The moment Lauren found out she was getting a puppy

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