Took the dogs walking and threw the tennis ball approximately 700 times for Duke to obsess over. Good exercise for him, and he's worn out tonite. And not a single whine. Me walking 3 dogs on leashes? Turned out not to be too bad. Duke is on a short leash, while mine are on their longer one, and not once did it get all tangled up. Since tangled up usually involves my legs, no tangles is good. He does pull tho, so I'm thinking I need to get serious about roller blades.
In other news...I got a job! It's just doing inventory for a fabric store, so it's short term, but short term is good for me, since I can never be sure of being able to go to work 5 days a week, 8 hours a day. I'm excited, despite feeling like shit.
Watching 'Iron Chef America'. Pureed lobster???
The Panty Painting going on was the reason for the pain these last few days. Anything that raises my body temp does me in.
Remember when I said my MP3 player wasn't working? I gave it to SonOne and explained all the reasons why I thought the battery was dead, blah blah blah and he asked what I wanted him to do about it. I whined "Fix it". After giving me a look I'd rather not explain, he fiddled with it for about ... oh... 4 seconds and turned the damn thing on. It works! So I've been trying to figure out how to get the music on it. Would rather do it myself because SonOne is too easily amused by my technology struggles. I still don't understand CD's. Hell, I don't get LP's vinyl albums for that matter. How music comes off those things is a miracle as far as I'm concerned. But he likes to laugh at me, and I get frustrated cause I don't know how to explain what I don't know or understand. And it doesn't help when the manual says "long press" for turning it on, with a picture of the buttons on the front of the player. What they should have said was "Slide the tiny pinhead size button on the very tippy top of the player to the right". I took it apart to see what kind of battery it took, and the screws were half the size of the head of a pin I SWEAR. I had to use tweezers to get the screws back in their holes and luckily I had a itty bitty tiny whiny screwdriver.
The dogs continue to be hilarious over territorial issues. My dogs LOVE LOVE LOVE Duke's bed. Specially Muttin. In fact, she's downright disobedient when it comes to getting off it when I tell her too. If I'd known she be happy sleeping on the floor on a big pet bed, I would have possession of one of my couches back. Brats. So anyways, after telling her to get off Duke's damn bed for the kazillionth time, she did this:
When I first looked at them, all I could see was Jeffrey, cause she had her head down, and her eyes were closed. He looked... odd. With a pained look on his face. I thought he had swallowed half a cow until I got a second look.
They stayed that way for more than an hour.
My dogs.
They are funny.
Blahg This: Do you have any animals that do quirky things?
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My old Rottweiller was a small dog caught in a large body. I would sit on the floor and he would lay next to me, and slowly crawl into my lap until his tummy was on my lap, his head was on one side of me and his butt on the other. He was sure that nobody noticed.
Posted by: TC | Friday, December 29, 2006 at 05:05 PM
Do you get the feeling nobody else is reading this? Nobody ever answers except me. Come on people! We know you are looking!
Posted by: TC | Friday, December 29, 2006 at 05:25 PM
That Duke is a good looking mutt.
I had a cat that constantly used me as a scratching post, does that count?
Posted by: JustBen | Saturday, December 30, 2006 at 12:58 AM
The above site gives a idea of different habits of pets i have gone through the similar site which gives a very good idea of different habits of pets
Dog beds
Posted by: Ricky | Wednesday, March 21, 2007 at 03:46 AM