All Alone

My parents went to Europe and all I got was a spaztic puppy to look after.

It started with an elementary school reunion for my dad in Switzerland, where he attended school. Then, the trip expanded to include a visit to Prague, which it very cool I think. I dropped my parents off at the airport and immediately got on the phone to start the My parents are out of town so let's have a kegger phone tree. Just kidding.

The dogs are a handful and I dislike very much that I am raising my voice so regularly to say things like, "Bootsie, get your head out of the trash!" and "Don't you dare squat there!" and "That was an antique!"

Again, I exaggerate, but still. It's constant. I am determined however, to break her of her jumping habit and her head in the trash (again) habit by the time my parents return. I love my parents, but it appears to me that they think her jumping up on them is cute. It won't be cute anymore when she jumps up on some kid and accidentally bites their face off because she mistook them for beef jerky.

Last night Oliver was disinterested in dinner, so I put his dish up on the counter so I could feed Bootsie. In the morning, Oliver's dish, which was still on the counter, was empty. I will take this moment to mention that Oliver is not tall enough to do that and our house mice are not that skilled. They tend to prefer the left-out butter. It's better for their coat.

This morning, when I took the two out in the yard to "spend a penny", Bootsie got a bit distracted by the activity in the neighbors' yard. They had hired people to come pull out some trees with some massive trucks. I looked behind me to see what had stopped Bootsie (Oliver off a leash, Bootsie is on one), and I saw her standing shoulder to shoulder with Oliver. Who was trying to poop.

I encouraged Bootsie to move it along and do her thing, but since she's a bit of a bumbling puppy, she plowed into and knocked over Oliver who was mid-poop.

Nice bathroom manners.

Friends

These two are funny together. They're having a good time, I think!

Rough-housing!

Much Like Life, Fay's a Bitch

Well, I am feeling a bit more myself after a small afternoon air mattress nap. I have been dragging so much over the past few days with the packing and the more packing. And then there was the packing. The movers came this morning bright and early and gasped at the never-ending amount of boxes. The driver told me inventory normally takes up about one and a half pages. Mine took seven.

Good thing my parents have a carriage house rather than a run of the mill garage.

I wanted to apologize to the movers for having so much stuff, then I remembered that it's costing me the down-payment on a small car to have them move the shit. Then, I didn't feel so bad. I cleaned out the fridge and met friends for lunch who promptly convinced me that leaving tomorrow would be super bad. I would drive right into Fay. Even if it was just a rain storm, it would make getting the dog out of the car for an occassional stretch a real pain in the ass.

And poor Oliver. I had to put him in the bathroom to keep him out of the way of the movers. He was good about it but I can imagine his confusion when he was let out and found that there was nothing in the apartment anymore. He kind of wandered around with this "Dude, where's my stuff?!" expression.

I did have video of the storm as it came through on Tuesday morning but it's not on the computer and thus cannot be uploaded and shared. I know, don't cry. Here's a picture Dad sent me which Mom took on Cape Cod this past week-end. They called the photo "Waiting for Oliver". I can't figure out how she managed to get up on the darn thing!