4 posts tagged “dog”

Okay, it's technically not a secret at all.  I just found out today, thanks to a web ad space, that Heroes starts up again on September 24th.  I may have found out about this sooner, but as I learned my lesson last year about spoilers, I'm not searching out information on the show.  I prefer the chills and shivers of the unknown and reveal.

The countdown begins.

On an unrelated note, WTF COMCAST???!?!?  I'm a fan, although no fanatic, of U of M football.  But can I watch the first game of the season (although not a big game at all... that's not the point)??? NO!!!!  All thanks to the Big Ten Network, which is only picked up by DirectTV and a smattering of smaller cable stations around the nation.  But Comcast has decided to be a weeweehead (immature dickhead) and not pick up the station.  Thankfully some (hopefully most) games will still be broadcast by ABC or some such network.  So here I sit with my headphones on, listening to an audio stream of the game through my laptop.  I love you Comcast.  I really do.

In yet other news...  Roxie is the newest member of our family.  She's a half boxer, half ridgeback hound.  Beautiful dog with a wonderful personality.  She's been here for nine days, but by the second day, it felt as if she has always been in the family.  Even the cats seemed nonplussed by her, well, all with the exception of little Hobbit who went all scrub brush and didn't calm down for about 24 hours.  The puma, of course, took the same stance he took with Remus, "Don't touch me and we won't have any problems."  Although without the hissing and fighting that went along with Remus.  In fact, he basically just sat on the cat tower and stared at her.  All is well.  We go for walks and she is completely cool with other dogs.  Even when they are aggresive.  She'll just hide behind Mom (me) and tuck her tail in.  As soon as you pet her and tell her she's okay (and the other dog goes away) she is back to Happy Butt.  And boy does she have a happy butt.  Her tails wags so hard that her entire body wags with it.  In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a proud owner of a very cute puppy.

Pictures of Roxie soon.

I am still sick.  The weather was horrible (and not in a good way).  But over all, it was a good Christmas.  Per norm, I came home with double what I left with and I enjoyed the company of all my family.

I was getting very annoyed with my mother towards the end of the day though.  I don't know if that was because it was just a long day, because I was still sick or she was being ridiculous.  Either way... the fact is that I was on time with the f'n scalloped potatoes and we don't need the f'n cheesecake.  That's all I need to say about that.

< sarcasm > Traveling with the dog was fun. </ sarcasm >  I don't know exactly what we were thinking when we thought all of us could fit in the cab of the beast.  I mean, it certainly could have been worse, but it wasn't exactly a ride to the park.  Pun intended.  Next time we'll either borrow/rent a car or we'll find a dogsitter.  Either way, we're not going to do that again.

The day started in fog as we headed to mom's.  Spending all morning and the first part of the afternoon there, the best gift (wrapping) was my gift to my best friend (16 years and counting).  I made a bracelet for her and didn't have any jewelry boxes so Frank came up with the brilliant idea of using a DVD case.  We chose one of the dollar sci-fi movies he had picked up for me - "Warriors of the Wasteland".  We hadn't watched it yet but it was only a dollar and was bought purely for MST3King.  So, J is starting to unwrap it and realizing that it's a DVD, closes her eyes until it's completely unwrapped.  Opening her eyes and seeing what it is, she looks up at me with a "What the F" on her lips.  I start laughing and tell her to open it.  Since she moved to sunny FL just visiting with her was gift enough... that, and the look on her face when she saw the DVD cover.  Priceless.

From there we traveled on in a mist to my step-mother's sister's house (soon to be ex-step-mother's... but that's another story) to spend a few hours with them.  Unfortunately we missed a lot of that family since their Christmas started later in the day and we had yet another stop to make before day was done.  I wouldn't trade those few hours for anything though.  Why is it that this Christmas more than any others, the company was what I craved?  Never mind the gifts... I'd give everything back if asked.  But the company?  Never.

Driving in the rain we made our last stop of the day, my aunt's.  I have to admit this is where the day went into the drain, but it still wasn't half as bad as other years have been.  At least I wasn't crying over a phone call.  Or lack thereof.  Mom called about the potatoes... which she forgot in the first place.  I didn't.  Yes, technically we were "late" but when I tell you I'm leaving someplace at 4, have to stop and let the dog out, pick up your potatoes and drive out to your sister's place... we're going to be taking some time to do it all.  What do you know?  Then our gifts didn't exactly knock anyone's socks off and we ended up taking back Grandma's gift.  We'll replace it with something she'll use and I do have to admit that at least she said something and didn't just take it to be nice.  Anyways... the end of the night came with Mom pushing our cheesecake back on us.  I'm trying to say goodbye because it's late, I'm sick, Frank's sick, and we're both tired.  But we must have our cheesecake.  I mean, she was almost frothing at the mouth "My preciouuuuussssssssssssss" about the cheesecake.  Five minutes later we have cheesecake and are all but running out the door.

We head homeward with a wet dog that's whining over all the lights (he loves chasing a flashlight's circle of light - I have stories) but nonetheless happy over the day.  Good food, good company and good gifts all around with few exceptions.  Who could ask for more?

Me.  I still want my phone call.  Call me greedy.

Warning:  do not attempt travel with a hyperactive big dog in a cab of a truck with two full sized adults.

And that's all I have to say for now.  I'm exhausted.  and still sick.

I started to rant about my cable company and their products.  I was two paragraphs in before I realized that I had gotten it all out and didn't really want to post all that hate.

Besides, what it really boils down to is disappointment over missing Doctor Who last night.  That's the part that really gets my ire up.  And I have no idea when or if the episode will be replayed.

In other news, the cat house is almost complete.  The top needs to be bought and hammered on.  Carpet needs to be installed  And the dog is so afraid of this thing, it's not funny.  Part of it hangs over the couch and it took all day for us to get him to lay down underneath it.  We put his favorite ball on top of the tube and a rawhide on the edge, and he won't touch either one.  The ball he's had since he was a wee puppy and rawhide.  Rawhide.  The only time I've ever seen a dog that scared was when our house was hit by lightning.

Tomorrow we head up north to ice cookies.  Wonder if I'll break the record (6).