I really don't know what I was thinking getting a
puppy. When I had my old dog, she
was a puppy once but she didn't chew.
She immediately did everything I asked as far as obedience. She was devoted to me from the get
go. Maybe she was that way because
she was a rescue, or maybe because I didn't have any kids or maybe I have
ruined so many brain cells at this point I just don't remember how ROTTEN
PUPPIES ARE!
So I only work out of the house 6 days a year. I work at a local ski area teaching
skiing to local kids. I earn a
pass and a little spending money.
The rest of my time I work from home writing listings for my ebay
store.
I came home from work today. Critter yells "Mommy's home, mommy's home!". Well that was nice. . .for a
second. Then Normal Child tattles
on Critter she drew on my favorite stool.
Critter yells "it was an accident". Meanwhile, Spaceboy is telling me something over the din of
the other two I can't quite make out.
I don't have my jacket off, I don't have my shoes off and
where is Appleman? Oh there he is,
wiping sleep out of his eyes from his afternoon nap, smiling and grateful for the reprieve.
So I finally walk over to Spaceboy to see what was so important. Well, I guess this was important:
Wait, is that what I think it is?
The power cord to MY mac? The way I make my living? The puppy chewed it completely through and NO ONE
noticed? I guess I should just be
grateful there isn't another vet bill because they forgot to unplug the cord!
Lolly apparently was so mad that I went out the door this
morning, didn't take her skiing or for a walk, she pounced over to the thing
that smelled like me. . . and chewed it to bits. Who says English Shepherds aren't smart. Wow. And I thought this dog didn't like me. Now I know not to cross that dog.
Luckily, my day ended with a phone call from one of my
neighbors who had flame throwing friends in from the Cook Islands and treated
us and the kids to this:
I guess one of his life goals was to flame throw in the
snow. Cool, I'm game to
watch. Sorta made up for the
craziness of the rest of my evening.
I mean come on, what's crazier than hanging out in your swim suit,
throwing around a burning stick in sub freezing temperatures?
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