I REALLY needed this laugh out loud moment.
9/30/08
9/29/08
sigh...sad...boo...hoo
Well, I have really neglected the old blog lately. Sorry. It is just that I am uninspired. Sad really. The stock market took it's biggest fall ever, the economy stinks, oil went up again and places are running out of gas, my dog Chloe had seizures last week and I am struggling to find a bright spot. I know I am lucky and seriously I feel selfish because there are so many people who have it so much worse than me, and yet here I am wallowing in self pitty eating Buffalo Pretzel Pieces and Keeble Grasshopper cookies. So, I am going to try and get my crap together and come back cheerful, fun and who knows maybe happy!
9/18/08
Pieces of Flair
If you are on Facebook than you know all about Pieces of Flair. They are little "buttons" that you can send to a friend for their "bulletin board" or put on your own "bulletin board". Some of them are completely disgusting and obnoxious but for the most part they crack me up. There are hundreds and hundreds to choose from and I could literlly spend hours looking through them. There are political ones. love ones. friend ones, Cookie Monster ones, I mean seriously, if you can think of it, someone has probably made a piece of flair of it. Maybe next week I will post my favorite pieces of flair. Hey, Facebook, is that cool with you?
Oh, and Monster, thanks for sending me my first pieces of flair! You rock! And I got you a Batman Happy Meal toy tonight. Another damn Penquin mobile thing, but hey, I tried!
9/12/08
Personal Space?
This picture cracks me up because as you know I have a lab mix and an Aussie. Labs know nothing about personal space, and Aussies demand theirs! :-) (this picture is from the LOLDOGS website)
9/3/08
Farewell Sophie.
Well, my “parent’s” dog died. Sophie (a Schnauzer) was actually my grandparent’s dog. They developed Alzheimer’s and when they had to go into assisted living, they could not take Sophie so she stayed with my mom and dad.
I went with my dad to the small town of Pine Level to pick her up one very cold day in November. This was my first “backyard breeder, puppy mill” experience and I was seriously unprepared. The breeder was old, could barely get around and I could not even see all the dogs but I could hear them and it broke my heart. Anyway, about Sophie. As I said, it was freezing, there was no food or water to be seen and my dad asked if we should get her. I said something to the effect of “I wish I did not have to leave any dog here, but we are definitely taking one, I grabbed Sophie and went to the truck. The next day I reported him but I am sure nothing came out of it. We were giving Sophie to my grandparents for Christmas so we had to keep her until they came down. Sophie was sweet, and cute. I had her crate trained, housebroken etc by the time they got there.
And then Sophie went home with them. And she was spoiled rotten, which made me happy at first because my grandparents took her EVERYWHERE with them and gave her everything she wanted. But as Sophie got older, and my grandparents became more confused, things went down hill. When she got to us, Sophie was so over weight she could barely get around (you would too if you constantly ate hot dogs and ham). She was so matted that it took my dad and I 3-4 days of grooming her to get her to a point where she looked like a dog. There were issues but Sophie finally settled in and became my parent’s dog. She was a staple of the household.
And so every time I go over there now I get a little sad feeling when she doesn’t come running out, barking her head off to meet me. Sophie, we all loved you, you were a good girl. And I miss you.
I went with my dad to the small town of Pine Level to pick her up one very cold day in November. This was my first “backyard breeder, puppy mill” experience and I was seriously unprepared. The breeder was old, could barely get around and I could not even see all the dogs but I could hear them and it broke my heart. Anyway, about Sophie. As I said, it was freezing, there was no food or water to be seen and my dad asked if we should get her. I said something to the effect of “I wish I did not have to leave any dog here, but we are definitely taking one, I grabbed Sophie and went to the truck. The next day I reported him but I am sure nothing came out of it. We were giving Sophie to my grandparents for Christmas so we had to keep her until they came down. Sophie was sweet, and cute. I had her crate trained, housebroken etc by the time they got there.
And then Sophie went home with them. And she was spoiled rotten, which made me happy at first because my grandparents took her EVERYWHERE with them and gave her everything she wanted. But as Sophie got older, and my grandparents became more confused, things went down hill. When she got to us, Sophie was so over weight she could barely get around (you would too if you constantly ate hot dogs and ham). She was so matted that it took my dad and I 3-4 days of grooming her to get her to a point where she looked like a dog. There were issues but Sophie finally settled in and became my parent’s dog. She was a staple of the household.
And so every time I go over there now I get a little sad feeling when she doesn’t come running out, barking her head off to meet me. Sophie, we all loved you, you were a good girl. And I miss you.
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