Enough

I had enough of the office, left and stopped to get some food and toys for the gerbs. I wasn't at the same store I where I got Cody's collar, but then thought heck, and got him another one and hope I remember to take back the other one before it's too late.

Put the kiddos in the yard, went down for a nap and was awakened by neighbors-the naughty dogs were out. Of course when they tried to catch them they went back into the back yard-Cody and Greta only like me...

But that is going to change-manners and socialization are in order for my two naughty kids.

Ugh Ugh

The junk food is really taking its toll-cupcakes are our new favorite thing. I'm going to have to detox this weekend.

Ugh

First day of a three day class-we snarfed down large quantities of pistachios, Mexican Food and ordered in yummy cookies for our afternoon break. By 5 am I was almost in a coma-from all the bad food.

Back to my motto-I should eat as well as I feed my dogs.

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I'm hoping the rain stops so I can go trade Cody's new harness for one that fits his porky little self.

The backyard!

Yay, I made it down the steps and into the backyard for the first time since February 8. The dogs were really suprised and glad to see me there. Walking around on uneven ground with crutches is a new skill-I'm still learning.

I'm watching "It's me or the dog" and I'm not sure I get people who put their animals ahead of even their children. I think these "overspoilers" are trying to fix something within themselves by spoiling the dogs-and the poor dog (who isn't designed to be a therapist or a surrogate human) loses.

I've got to seriously consider whether or not I can take on another dog for carting-that's just one more mouth, to feed shots to buy and yes thing to love. But, maybe I need to wait awhile.

This is not a fire drill....

I was awakened at 3:31 this morning by a “this is not a drill” call from Cody and Greta. I hopped in the wheelchair (I didn’t have my ortho boot on) and we scrambled down the dark hallway with Greta looking back over her shoulder to make sure I was keeping up. The cat trailed along behind.

I executed the perfect move at the backdoor-this was not the time to get hung up on the cabinets as I often do. The dogs piled outside and made haste to the poopy spot. Maybe I overdid it on the kale.

I piddled around. My favorite wee hours thing to do is to see what the snakes are up to at night, but since yesterday was feeding day they were digesting. A digesting snake resembles your favorite relatives after a Thanksgiving dinner- a lot of stretching out and getting comfie and not much else.

The Gerbils were intrigued by the sudden flurry of activity. For “non-nocturnal” creatures “unlike “rats and mice” the gerbils seem to be up and about a great deal of the evening. When you don’t have a day job it’s easy to get your hours messed up.

Various missions accomplished, we all settled back down for the remainder of the morning till the alarm blasted us awake once again. I slapped the alarm off and we slept a couple more hours-then it was off to greet the day once more.

This is not a chihuahua

Sunday Brunch

Yesterday was a day for sleeping and in the case of the dogs, lazing around in the sun. Today I was fixing myself a Kale omelet and took some extra Kale and extra egg and some dog food and made the kiddos a little something special.

I know there is a huge debate on human food vs. pet food, and in fact I've got some show on the Fat Dogs of England on right now. But I differentiate between wholesome food that is good for everyone and a bit of cake.


Chihuahuas are prone to hypoglycemia (although the two with me currently probably wouldn't have that problem) but I don't eat white sugar and neither do my dogs. In fact, if I would pay half as much attention to my diet as I do my dogs-I would be better off. That was actually my new year's resolution, and I've pretty much stuck with it.

Good lord, you guys need to watch this show-this lady is going ballistic because the groomer called her dog fat (and the dog is way huge).

I think it's a good example (the owner admits the dog is her daughter) of when people expect dogs to replace something that is missing in their lives. Not to be maudling, but my dogs do "complete me", but I let them complete me as doggy additions to my life not little surrogate humans. This is a bit easier for me than some, because I actually enjoy dog behavior more than human behavior.