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Dog Whisperer NeededI have spoiled my precious Bunni-Dog. It happened very quickly, seemingly overnight. Now she has tried to take charge of my world and has attained some moderate success. I know I rant about her and post her picture (soon to come : compromising photos of her and the poodle) and I'm sure this is truly tiresome to some. I have my reasons. She is currently plopped in my lap with an orange, spaghetti-stained face, making alternate feet go to sleep. If I put her down, she digs rapidly on my leg and whines at me. I try and ignore her pushy behavior, this results in a very loud bark being directed at me. The bark in turn startles the hell out of me and rather than be traumatized, I concede. I have raised dogs and am appalled at my lack desire to discipline her. Cesar Ramon [ or whatever his name is] would be aghast.
She has the orange face because she is a rather talented coffee table forager. If not for the telling color, you would not have know she ate Sydney's lunch. Her oh-so innocent persona and charm is deceptive.
She now is truly my all-time companion. I feel like that weird aunt you had that always had her dog with her. This is not easy since she favors being toted by yours truly, over her having to walk. She weighs about 13 lbs. and it can feel like 50 pretty damn quick.
Bunni is a "high -maintenance dog". In every conceivable way, grooming, attention needs, mischievous displays of psychotic circle- running, combined with loud, random barking.
Oh and yes, she sleeps with me. If I can't sleep, neither can she. I spoke too soon, she just started snoring, head on desk, loose as a goose.
What really takes the cake is...
I don't think I have ever been happier...
The Mollusks among Us.I have a hobby. I am a mollusk murderer. It is more rewarding then it may sound. I have grown to despise and be completely revolted by these little plant destroyers. It is systematic, my murdering schedule. At night I waste perfectly good beer in small containers that the snails are attracted to, fall in , get drunk and drown. In the morning, after rejoicing over the evening's body count, I find stubborn non drinker snails and drown them in soapy water. This entails touching them which is starting to induce a slight gag reflex. After the hunt, I till up the dirt around my precious, innocent plants and find more, that are deluded enough to think they can hide and do away with them. I spread this white dirt around and search the patio for any more holdouts that I find hiding in a pot or the watering pitcher. Now I wait for the cycle of death to start again with the evening's beer wastage. I go to these great lengths for a piece of earth maybe 3ft by 8ft. Why? Because the d.o.g will eat snail bait and die, plus simple is never an option it seems. The nursery dude says they are out early. Woo Hooo! a whole long summer of this, man...life can't get any better. If I can keep my gag issue under control I may be a formidable foe. My neighbors just throw rocks down with little signs that say "I tried, they won", not me. I refuse to be defeated by a creature that is mainly composed of buggar-like matter. I am the superior being , I hope.
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