Oh! The joys of hound dog parenthood! Not quite 5:00 AM and I’m at my computer… wide awake. Why so early? Because Dharma was retching about 4′ from my head at 4:45 AM this morning.
Little puppies make such cute sounds.
Big, adult dog sounds are rarely cute. Especially puke sounds. Puke sounds are horrible and will wake adult humans in a nanosecond. The puppy parent responsible for cleaning up messes will pop awake immediately upon hearing such sounds in an attempt to get said animal to an easy to clean surface before they expel the nasty — preferably that would be outside.
This is NOT the dog that puked before 5:00 AM. This is the flexible, goofy one.
Said no one ever…
“Get a puppy so it will grow to be an adult dog with adult dog needs, bad habits, and will sometimes require care when you want to sleep.“
Now you know: In 1989 a man “with bulging pants” was stopped by Baltimore police for “walking oddly”. The perp was found to have 21 live homing pigeons stuffed in his trousers.
It makes me happy to see snow falling — I love how it blankets the earth. If it’s winter, then gimme some of that clean, white and crisp stuff.
I love it even more now!
I’m probably more of a snow fan because I no longer have to get out and drive in it. I do worry when my family and friends have to get to work — like Ben and Perry.
Speaking of poor Perry, he worked 10 hours starting at 6:00 AM yesterday morning. His 3rd shift person called in because the roads were too bad (she lives 10 miles away) so he had to cover that. AND, he’s today’s opener. I can’t imagine working 30 hours in 2 days. 🙁
The girls love the snow, but they don’t want to stay out there.
You’d never know by their pitiful faces that they were only outside like 10 minutes tops.
It’s supposed to be sunny later today, the snow having ended with about 3 inches on the ground here.
Now you know: On the set of Jaws, Spielberg invited George Lucas to see the mechanical shark still in development. Lucas playfully stuck his head in its mouth and Spielberg clamped it shut, leaving Lucas stuck. They snuck out of the workshop thinking they broke the contraption after eventually freeing him.
Katie worked a wedding last night — her last night of employment in the Ville. She has 4 days to finish packing because 2/15/24 is her planned travel day to her new home and job in Tennessee. The convoy is lined up and although scared, she’s excited too. She said everything feels bittersweet.
Caffeine – coffee, tea and me.
My sleep habits are still on the decline and I’m making some changes hoping to improve. I drink my coffee in the morning — not sure what could make me give that up — but have cut out the gallons of iced tea I typically drink in the afternoon and evenings. I filled up the trusty Berkey rather than buying bottled water only, and so far so good. I think. Tonight will be the first trial. 🙂
Chicken is not a favorite of mine.
Partly because I’m a butcher’s daughter and we grew up eating primarily beef, I’m not a fan of poultry. I love pork fixed about any way. From bacon to ham — and from tenderloins to chops — you can’t go wrong with pork. Right?
Beef is a favorite — gimme steak, (YUM!) burgers, and roast over about anything. I just don’t care that much for turkey or chicken… but chicken tenders were dinner last night and I didn’t complain. Much.
Couches…
It sure would be nice if I had a bigger spot on mine…
Now you know: Someone set loose an AI called ChaosGPT with the goal “destroy humanity”. It researched nuclear weapons and attempted mass manipulation on Twitter: “Twitter provides an excellent platform where I can manipulate people into doing my bidding, while attempting to conceal my true intentions.”
Yesterday morning, I had the luxury of sleeping in. That doesn’t happen often with two hounds — not even on weekends. The extra sleep without being awoken by their “feed me” or “I want out” alarms was bliss.
A deliberate act of self-care.
Replenishing energy reserves depleted by the demands of a busy week help to prepare us for the challenges that lie ahead. Dharma must be expecting a ruff few days to follow this weekend. 😉
A whispered promise to yourself?
Make a commitment to recharge your batteries whenever you can. It’s not just extra sleep… it’s a way to prepare your mind for what lies ahead. Those extra hours of sleep give your brain more time to unwind and your muscles longer to recover from the daily strains of life.
Now you know: Hannah Dagoe, an Irish basket-woman, was to be hanged for burglary. On the day of her execution in 1763, she punched the hangman and dared him to hang her, threw her clothing to the crowd, then jumped off and broke her own neck before the hangman could push her off.
Dharma’s aging hips and elbows — plus her quirky fears that stem from those weaknesses — have my house a maze of rugs and runners. I know it looks jank but I can’t help it, and neither can she.
It’s proof that some will do about anything for their pets.
Some people treat their pets like… well… pets. Naturally, some fall below that threshold and some rise above it. I’m one of those, “my pets are my family” kind of people. Probably a little crazy, I know.
Funny, I can sit in a chair too long and get up and it’s obvious my back is bothering me. Dharma can do the same exact thing and I’m all paranoid. One limp from me and it’s no big deal. Let that brown hound limp and I’m ready to get her to the vet. It’s an all-out emergency. 🙂
I’ll just keep the hodgepodge of expensive mismatched rugs that form a maze for everyplace the ole’ girl wants to go.
Sure, it drives me batty because I like things in order. And yes, I’ll bitch about it. But I won’t be moving them. The good news is… if you visit the barndo, all you need to do is follow the mismatched rug road to see the wizard erm… sorceress.
Now you know: Wearing a tie can reduce blood flow to the brain by 7.5 percent.
