Archive for August, 2008

Aug 31 2008

Happy Birthday to The Man

Published by under Pets,The Man

Today is The Man’s birthday.  He doesn’t know how old he is – he has to stop and reckon it up.  I guess that means he’s getting senile.

We celebrated by having our home inspection from the rescue people, which we seem to have passed.  At any rate, they’re going to let us meet the dog.

We also went to dinner and shopping.  He got a new mouse.  I got new sheets for the bed.  Thrilling, I know.

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Aug 27 2008

Zomg! Dog!

Published by under Pets

I’m freaking out a little bit right now.  As I wrote earlier, The Man and I are looking in to adding a dog to our household.  Mostly because The Man wants a dog.  So, we filled out an application with a local rescue, and waited to hear back.  Actually, we waited to be denied, because AFTER I filled out the app it came to my attention that they don’t home dogs with people who have young children, and I put on the app that we were trying to have kids.  Even though we don’t have kids right this very second, I figured they would reject us anyway.

BUT, someone contacted me today asking when would be the best time to come for a home visit.  This is where they look your house and yard over to make sure you don’t have lampshades made of human skin or suspicious bones poking up out of the ground.  Plus I’m sure they look for things like if you have enough space for a dog and whatnot.  You know, in between inspecting the lamp shades (lucky for me, all my lamp shades are stained glass).

So, now that it looks like we are going to be getting a dog, I’ve been gearing up for a freak out because OMG I don’t know anything about dogs!  So I spent my day looking up crate training, and how to introduce a dog into a house that has cats, and how to build an outdoor dog run, and all this other crap that has me freaking out.

And, if you ever want a good laugh, I suggest reading articles about integrating cats and dogs.  But, you have to read one by an expert, and then one by a layperson.  Because the experts are all “Don’t leave the dog alone with the cats, because DOGS KILL CATS.  Don’t allow your cats to run or else the DOG WILL CHASE AND KILL IT.”  And the laypeople are all “Things will be tense for a few days, but eventually the animals will find a way to live together.”  While I’m sure the experts have good points, the whole IF YOU DON’T DO THIS JUST RIGHT YOUR ANIMALS WILL DIE A GRISLY DEATH tone is not good for someone like me.  However, I am totally unable to be all laid back and let things work themselves out, like many of the laypeople recommend. That just seems like a recipe for disaster.

So, I plan on going with what sounded most reasonable to me: keep the dog crated or on leash in the house until it’s used to the cats and the cats are used to it.  Give the cats a cat tree so they have a place to escape to that the dog can’t follow.  Put a dog run in the back yard so the dog can get its run on during the nice weather without me having to spend all my waking hours outside exercising a dog.

This Sunday is the home inspection.  Eek.

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Aug 26 2008

Seriously.

Published by under Snippets

Madonna looks really good for 50, but she is still 50.  Time to put some damn pants on.

Not good.

And also, when I heard her tour was called the Sticky and Sweet Tour, I couldn’t help laughing.  I mean, was Music & Lyrics such a great movie that you have to take tips from the imaginary pop star in that flick?

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Aug 24 2008

You do know how to count, right?

Published by under The Fam,Travel

Between our last trip up north and this one, Moll has begun selling wares at her local farmer’s market.  She sells homemade breads, flavored vinegars, fresh produce and herbs, and all kinds of other goodies she’s made or that she and Dr. Mom have grown in the garden.  It’s pretty cool, and Dr. Mom told me that some people come to the market simply to buy bread from Moll.

But, Dr. Mom also told me that some people – tourists from the lower peninsula, usually, have a tendency to treat the vendors at the farmer’s market as though they are ignorant.  She said people have tried to explain to Moll what’s in her own bread and what makes it good, like she wouldn’t know.  Or how to make change!  Are you kidding me?  Dr. Mom said that that’s just how rural people are viewed – as somewhat slow and backwards.

Yikes.

In other news, I have a new web site online.  I won’t be hawking it regularly here, but I wanted to mention it so that you can follow along at home if you want to.  Two Peninsulas is my Michigan travel site.  I’ll be updating it on a weekly basis, I hope.  There’s only one post there now, because it’s the first week and all.

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Aug 21 2008

Still gone, baby. Gone.

Published by under The Fam,The Man

We’re still up north, but I wanted to say that it seems that our search for a dog, which has been talked about off and on for months, will probably take a more active status once we get home.  Dr. Mom and Moll got one new dog during our visit, and I think another one might be on its way, bringing their dog count up to five.  The acquisition of new dogs has set off a chain reaction, so we are looking. The Man and I only want one, but it’s a hard search for a few reasons.  The dog has to come house trained, be good with cats and with kids, and be of a certain size.  The Man would like his dog (because this is theoretically going to be his dog) to look “Lab-like”, although when I asked him to define “Lab-like”, he pointed out several dogs, only one of which looked like a Lab and none of which looked like each other.  No help at all, there.

I did send in an application to a Boxer rescue for a cute English Staffordshire Bull/Terrier mix, but once I sent in the app, I got an auto-responder from the rescue listing their placement requirements, one of which was that they don’t place any dogs in homes that have children under 5.  We don’t have kids yet, but we are of course working towards that goal.  And, since I put that info on the application, I’m sure we’ll be denied.  But you know, that’s okay with me, because another one of their requirements was that in order to adopt, you have to pre-enroll in an obedience school of their choosing, and bring the receipt as proof.  The adoption fee is already $250, and the dog is described as sweet, loving, and ALREADY TRAINED.  Why then, are they requiring me to take it to obedience school again?

Anyhow, we’ll be searching shelters and such on and off and on basis, I’m sure.  I saw a beagle that I really liked, but The Man said “eh”, so I know that she was not Lab-like enough for him.  Doofus.

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