My dog has been asking to go to bed for the last 30 minutes. It's only 10:00 p.m. How does she ask, you ask? She stands and stares at me. I've let her out, I've thrown her ball, I've given her fresh water (she will only drink the freshest of water). Nada. Zilch. Zilp. She is now lying down staring at me. Dude. . .
I watched that silly Best Dog in America (or whatever it is) tonight and was thrilled when the judges got on to the girl who dressed her dog in a dress. I also cried when the older guy's dog got hurt. And, alright, I tested Etta during the obedience tasks and she would have totally won. Just so you know. Never-you-mind that the large, distracting terrier wasn't in our physical presence; she and her mom were distracting enough on T.V.
Did you know that it is still just as hard to get the straw into a Capri-Sun? They have made absolutely no improvement in the 26 years since I last drank a Capri-Sun.
Etta is now staring at me from the chair. I'm going to have to relent shortly. Uh-oh. Bottom licking in the house; I feel anal gland issues coming on.
So Aimee finally convinced me to make a real profile on Facebook today. [Etta off couch. Taking position at front door. Followed closely by placing her chin on my shoulder. What's a girl to do?] I've had a dummy profile for a while but have resisted having one more time suck in my life. However, I've already gotten two more friend requests in a few hours and found one of my buddies from study abroad. Plus, I talked to Aimee more today than I have in the past three months. Guess she was right and I was wrong. Did you hear that, Aimee?
I watched that silly Best Dog in America (or whatever it is) tonight and was thrilled when the judges got on to the girl who dressed her dog in a dress. I also cried when the older guy's dog got hurt. And, alright, I tested Etta during the obedience tasks and she would have totally won. Just so you know. Never-you-mind that the large, distracting terrier wasn't in our physical presence; she and her mom were distracting enough on T.V.
Did you know that it is still just as hard to get the straw into a Capri-Sun? They have made absolutely no improvement in the 26 years since I last drank a Capri-Sun.
Etta is now staring at me from the chair. I'm going to have to relent shortly. Uh-oh. Bottom licking in the house; I feel anal gland issues coming on.
So Aimee finally convinced me to make a real profile on Facebook today. [Etta off couch. Taking position at front door. Followed closely by placing her chin on my shoulder. What's a girl to do?] I've had a dummy profile for a while but have resisted having one more time suck in my life. However, I've already gotten two more friend requests in a few hours and found one of my buddies from study abroad. Plus, I talked to Aimee more today than I have in the past three months. Guess she was right and I was wrong. Did you hear that, Aimee?
2 comments:
I knew that was your dummy profile by the way, can't fool me...it searches your email address book. It is a huge time suck though...enjoy!
Hahaha.. I got this "my dog is asking me to go to bed." Gracie, my dog.. asks me too! If I stay up to late.. she starts going from the bedroom to me.. and looking at me with this expression!
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