That Just Happened!

I hate winter. I hate. Winter. I. Hate. Winter. 

I think you get the point.  Every winter I feel like a potato that just shrivels from the cold.  My brain shrivels to the size of a peanut.  Teeny-tiny.  I find it difficult making long sentences and can never remember the word for this, or the person who did that.  

I need to smell spring.  Spring is what wakes my brain from it’s half slumber.  Until then I swear if I shake my head I can hear it make the same sound that Angus’ tooth made when he spit it out the other day.  This ticking-rattling-type sound.

On the plus side, the tooth that was loose in Angus’ mouth finally dropped out which means he just saved us from a $300 vet bill to have it pulled, thankyouverymuch. 

    I wonder what the tooth fairy will bring him.  Probably peanut butter.  Definitely peanut butter.

Yeah, That Just Happened!

I wanted to give a special thank you to Bex, the best dog-sitter in the whole wide world.  As my sister’s wedding was weekend past, Bex agreed to dog-sit Angus for us.  What a relief knowing Angus was with a friend and not at a kennel!

She took him to a dog park and didn’t even get mad about his vengence pees on her carpet (when he is out of sorts he pees to let you know he is upset.  Annoying.  Especially when on the new rug).  He was happy and healthy when we went to pick him up.  Most importantly he was tired. 

Angus slept in the car, he slept when he got home and all the next day he was like this…

Sleepy.   Oh joy!  Thank you, Bex.  Thank. You.

Yeah, That Just Happened!

Every winter I become a ski widow.  This has happened every year since I met MPW, yet I still have not become accustomed.  He is gone anywhere from 3-5 days of the week.  Sometimes he is gone both days of the weekend instead of just one.  Sometimes he goes for a long weekend to coach in Quebec.  We end up fighting a lot  some.  Mostly, he is tired and grouchy and sore, so our social life is pretty much nil.  I feel like he still needs to contribute around the house and I can’t be expected to pick up the slack because he decided to take a job he didn’t discuss with me first (but that’s a different story).

We live barely through it and then it starts again the next year.  However, now it’s worse.  Now we have the pug.

Angus does not like having his schedule interrupted.  Mommy is supposed to come home and take him out immediately.  Then we come in and he sits patiently while Mommy goes to the bathroom.  Then it’s time for scratches, play time and peanut butter in a Kong.  Then Daddy comes home and feeds him immediately.  Then it is time to try to sneak into the laundry to get nylons to chew (yum!).  In exasperation, Daddy takes him outside where he refuses to poop for him.  Then it’s inside and running around and outside and inside and running and outside until he collapses on the back of the sofa.

Now that Daddy doesn’t come home two nights a week and at least one day on the weekend, Angus has begun to feel abandoned.  His new schedule is as follows…

Mommy comes home and takes him out immediately.  He waits patiently as mommy goes pee.  Then he gets scratches and runs around, then scratches at the fridge for peanut butter.  Then all heck breaks loose.  Mommy is feeding him?  Why?  This is so wrong!  Then come the looks that say What have you done to Daddy?  Where is he?  WHAT DID YOU DO?  You. Will. Pay. 

Time to vomit on the couch, vomit on Mommy (because he ran around so much and downed a bowl of water at once, then ran some more), chew on the laces of mommy’s sneakers, scratch at the couch, scratch at the fridge for more peanut butter, sneak into the bedroom via the bathroom and rub himself on the clean clothes, get the dirty underware and start flinging it around the room, bark at nothing, bark at the television (he really hates  babies crying/little kids screaming) and then fall asleep on the back of the couch 15 min before Daddy comes home like a perfect little angel. 

 Last order of business is; make Mommy look insane for nearly crying and going at Daddy the second he gets in the door after a long day of work because her last nerve has been worked, she is tired and I am a little devil.

This is going to be a long winter.

Yeah, That Just Happened!