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dragonlady7Bert, you're a sweet dog and all, and it's great dogsitting you and all, but FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP PACING. And stop shitting in inappropriate places already. How much poop is there in you???
I grew weary of holding the other end of the leash as she pondered the eternal this morning, after having spent twenty minutes contemplating my back yard, so I tied her to a bit of clothes line and let her wander around the yard to her heart's content while I did the dishes and watched her out the window. She finally pooped... on the neighbor's lawn. So I went out and cleaned it up, a little exasperated. She then pooped all over our lawn. Great. Whatever. Good for her. I brought her back inside, because she was whining to come in.
I have been attempting to knock the BarbariansNovel into some sort of shape, since it's poking me in the brain, and so far I have made almost no progress. (I did make it into outline form and determine that I still don't have an ending. Fuck!) So I worked on that for a while, and nodded off, as I am prone to doing (I have my best ideas while half-awake, and I'm actually being serious so you can laugh at me if you like but understand, you're not laughing with me, just at me). When i awoke the dog was being quiet, sleeping somewhere I supposed. She had stopped wandering around the house before I fell asleep-- actually she'd settled down pretty quickly, and I'd been rather pleased to think that really, all she'd needed was to poop.
All over the kitchen floor, apparently. Somehow "whining to come in" should have been interpreted as "if you value your linoleum don't ever open this door."
I'd been meaning to clean the floor anyway, so I cleaned it all up and now have a fragrantly clean kitchen, hallway, bath, and living room-- at least, floor-wise, not that anyone will ever, ever notice-- but the dog is still restless and is pacing around. I honestly don't know what else to do. I've fed her, I took her for enough walks to kill a lesser being yesterday, she's pooped more than any twenty-pound dog ought to be capable of, and she's spent an hour outside sniffing things. (I put her out again but all she wanted to do was bark at the pedestrians who, I hate to tell her, have every right to walk past our house. So she's back inside.)
But I tell you, it is not easy to mop the entire first floor of a building when the dog feels the need to come stand and look at what you're doing AT ALL TIMES. I had to shove her WITH THE MOP repeatedly. Argh, Bert. I keel you.
I'd just take her home to Dave's mom's house and drop her off there, but I can't face the 45-minute, .2 mile walk while she sniffs EVERY GODDAMN THING. And the looks I get when I just drag her are really too much to take.
I am not in a good place at the moment, when it comes to being a nurturing and loving human. I have terrible cramps and haven't gotten anything done in my precious 'weekend' and am staring down the barrel of an upcoming 10-day workweek (No, I won't make overtime, as it's spread over two of their weeks; the days just so happen to be consecutive) which is only going to be made longer by the fact that I'm going to have to take the bus both ways for six or eight of those days, them being days during which Dave is at school and I have no ride. So I'm grumpy, and not pleased by this small dog deciding I need to entertain her at all times.
I am attempting to be cheered by the fact that Dave's mom left us $40 in some Easter eggs to go buy ourselves dinner. Dave has suggested we cross international borders for some Chinese food. After he signed off (he IMd me this from the school library) it crossed my mind that, er, his car's inspection's expired. He's got an appointment for it tomorrow. But in the meantime, we're going to go face down the borderguards in a car with an expired temporary sticker?
I mean, maybe they won't notice, but then maybe they will, and do you want to deal with that?
I don't.
In the meantime, say what you will about Courtney Love, but Hole's Live Through This has been seeing me through That Time Of Month for nine years now, and you can't beat that. God Bless Courtney Love, in the ineffable way that only the Snarkywood bitches can.
(Despite the fact that I could generally give a rat's ass about celebrities, I simply must rec Snarkywood, as there is nothing better when you're on the rag and feeling venemous at the world.)
I grew weary of holding the other end of the leash as she pondered the eternal this morning, after having spent twenty minutes contemplating my back yard, so I tied her to a bit of clothes line and let her wander around the yard to her heart's content while I did the dishes and watched her out the window. She finally pooped... on the neighbor's lawn. So I went out and cleaned it up, a little exasperated. She then pooped all over our lawn. Great. Whatever. Good for her. I brought her back inside, because she was whining to come in.
I have been attempting to knock the BarbariansNovel into some sort of shape, since it's poking me in the brain, and so far I have made almost no progress. (I did make it into outline form and determine that I still don't have an ending. Fuck!) So I worked on that for a while, and nodded off, as I am prone to doing (I have my best ideas while half-awake, and I'm actually being serious so you can laugh at me if you like but understand, you're not laughing with me, just at me). When i awoke the dog was being quiet, sleeping somewhere I supposed. She had stopped wandering around the house before I fell asleep-- actually she'd settled down pretty quickly, and I'd been rather pleased to think that really, all she'd needed was to poop.
All over the kitchen floor, apparently. Somehow "whining to come in" should have been interpreted as "if you value your linoleum don't ever open this door."
I'd been meaning to clean the floor anyway, so I cleaned it all up and now have a fragrantly clean kitchen, hallway, bath, and living room-- at least, floor-wise, not that anyone will ever, ever notice-- but the dog is still restless and is pacing around. I honestly don't know what else to do. I've fed her, I took her for enough walks to kill a lesser being yesterday, she's pooped more than any twenty-pound dog ought to be capable of, and she's spent an hour outside sniffing things. (I put her out again but all she wanted to do was bark at the pedestrians who, I hate to tell her, have every right to walk past our house. So she's back inside.)
But I tell you, it is not easy to mop the entire first floor of a building when the dog feels the need to come stand and look at what you're doing AT ALL TIMES. I had to shove her WITH THE MOP repeatedly. Argh, Bert. I keel you.
I'd just take her home to Dave's mom's house and drop her off there, but I can't face the 45-minute, .2 mile walk while she sniffs EVERY GODDAMN THING. And the looks I get when I just drag her are really too much to take.
I am not in a good place at the moment, when it comes to being a nurturing and loving human. I have terrible cramps and haven't gotten anything done in my precious 'weekend' and am staring down the barrel of an upcoming 10-day workweek (No, I won't make overtime, as it's spread over two of their weeks; the days just so happen to be consecutive) which is only going to be made longer by the fact that I'm going to have to take the bus both ways for six or eight of those days, them being days during which Dave is at school and I have no ride. So I'm grumpy, and not pleased by this small dog deciding I need to entertain her at all times.
I am attempting to be cheered by the fact that Dave's mom left us $40 in some Easter eggs to go buy ourselves dinner. Dave has suggested we cross international borders for some Chinese food. After he signed off (he IMd me this from the school library) it crossed my mind that, er, his car's inspection's expired. He's got an appointment for it tomorrow. But in the meantime, we're going to go face down the borderguards in a car with an expired temporary sticker?
I mean, maybe they won't notice, but then maybe they will, and do you want to deal with that?
I don't.
In the meantime, say what you will about Courtney Love, but Hole's Live Through This has been seeing me through That Time Of Month for nine years now, and you can't beat that. God Bless Courtney Love, in the ineffable way that only the Snarkywood bitches can.
(Despite the fact that I could generally give a rat's ass about celebrities, I simply must rec Snarkywood, as there is nothing better when you're on the rag and feeling venemous at the world.)
