Lost Parrot Returns Home After Telling Veterinarian His Address
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,356850,00.html
Police Dig Up Charles Manson's Former Ranch in Search for New Bodies
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,356728,00.html
Woman Wakes After Heart Stopped, Rigor Mortis Set In
http://www.newsnet5.com/health/16363548/detail.html
London's New Jack the Ripper Exhibit Cuts Deep
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,357701,00.html
Friday, May 23, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
That just makes no sense
I had SUCH a strange dream last night.
Let me preface the dream with this explanation: I have a former conductor whom I probably never want to play for again, unless something drastic happens to his high-brow, upturned nose, perfectionist attitude. Just an example, if someone is out during a rehearsal (rehearsal, not practice. Apparently, there’s a difference), he expects the part to be covered. This is fine, if there’s an alternate person playing it. Otherwise, some poor soul has to pull what I call “piccolo duty” and read off two parts for the whole “rehearsal.” This is difficult as a piccoloist, I can testify, much less with two full parts. Piccolo parts usually have significant resting spots, making it a little easier to switch over, find your place again, pick up the new instrument and play.
Reason #2 I don’t appreciate this conductor is that he is pouty. This falls in line with the perfectionist trait. When someone doesn’t play something correctly or something doesn’t go his way, he huffs and puffs all over the podium. I have never seen someone take a wrong note so personally. I wasn’t the culprit of any wrong notes while I was playing for this ensemble (I wasn’t there long enough to do so). I was a fill-in for two separate concerts in two different seasons. The 2nd time around, I was asked in a hurry. I had a conflict with one of the rehearsals, and I told him so. I think he just about cracked his egg. I saw his face get beet-red and he pursed his lips at me. I don’t remember what he said b/c it ticked me off, but it was enough for me to realize that this wasn’t the right ensemble for me. He even pushes aside charter members like someone else I constantly perform with in order to let a “better” person sit in their place.
So, I told you ALL that to tell you about my dream. Sorry. It was necessary so you can feel my confusion. Oh, and I also need to tell you that, since my washer/dryer work now, I did some late-night laundry and left some important clothes out for Hub to dry for me in the morning… which he did. Yes, this is relevant.
I dreamt that I was going to be late for a concert for THIS conductor. Why was I in that ensemble? Beats me. For some reason, though, I was dying to get up there and play. I get myself to the performance spot and find that I am wearing jeans instead of black pants (the same pants I really did wash last night – see, I told you it was relevant). The concert is about to begin. I am backstage and I see that the strings have already put up their bows to warm up or actually play, not sure which. I get around to the side, where I can apparently hide, and I hear the downbeat of the first piece. So I am panicking because I’m not on stage playing. After the first piece, we all hear from the conductor “would the three performers who have not yet joined us, please do so at the intermission.” Yikes… one of those would be me.
And WHY again, am I so freaked out to get up there? I still don’t know. I must have been getting paid.
I end up back at home, not sure how I got there, and I find that my pants are still wet in the washer. I am screaming at the top of my lungs that Hub dried the wrong load of clothes. Bless his heart. For some reason, all this is his fault. Sorry, Hub. Someone has to pay. I realize now I’ll never get there in time for the intermission. I give up. However, now there is some chick in a wedding dress in my MOM AND DAD’S front lawn (her initials are Q.F.A., because her ugly initial necklace told me so), pitching a fit. This is probably a correlation to my conniption with Hub about the pants. I find out right before I wake up that her name was Queenie Faye something. WHY does that even matter? What the heck did I take before I went to bed?
So my interpretation of this whole thing goes back to the pants. I went to bed worried that Hub might forget to dry my pants in the morning, so I must have parlayed that into this dream. So weird.
Change of subject... Hub and I made a big mistake with the pool yesterday. We had filled it up to where it needed to be a couple of days ago. Yesterday, we were trying to deal with the filter and pump for the first time. We accidentally left it on backwash, which means the water will gush out of the underground pipe. We lost all of the extra water we had put in it. Dangit. Now we’re back to where we were. I have to fill up the pool again tonight, and of course, I can’t try the pump again until it’s full. Dangit. I guess I'm just doing housework until it's ready. Well, I need to anyway.
Let me preface the dream with this explanation: I have a former conductor whom I probably never want to play for again, unless something drastic happens to his high-brow, upturned nose, perfectionist attitude. Just an example, if someone is out during a rehearsal (rehearsal, not practice. Apparently, there’s a difference), he expects the part to be covered. This is fine, if there’s an alternate person playing it. Otherwise, some poor soul has to pull what I call “piccolo duty” and read off two parts for the whole “rehearsal.” This is difficult as a piccoloist, I can testify, much less with two full parts. Piccolo parts usually have significant resting spots, making it a little easier to switch over, find your place again, pick up the new instrument and play.
Reason #2 I don’t appreciate this conductor is that he is pouty. This falls in line with the perfectionist trait. When someone doesn’t play something correctly or something doesn’t go his way, he huffs and puffs all over the podium. I have never seen someone take a wrong note so personally. I wasn’t the culprit of any wrong notes while I was playing for this ensemble (I wasn’t there long enough to do so). I was a fill-in for two separate concerts in two different seasons. The 2nd time around, I was asked in a hurry. I had a conflict with one of the rehearsals, and I told him so. I think he just about cracked his egg. I saw his face get beet-red and he pursed his lips at me. I don’t remember what he said b/c it ticked me off, but it was enough for me to realize that this wasn’t the right ensemble for me. He even pushes aside charter members like someone else I constantly perform with in order to let a “better” person sit in their place.
So, I told you ALL that to tell you about my dream. Sorry. It was necessary so you can feel my confusion. Oh, and I also need to tell you that, since my washer/dryer work now, I did some late-night laundry and left some important clothes out for Hub to dry for me in the morning… which he did. Yes, this is relevant.
I dreamt that I was going to be late for a concert for THIS conductor. Why was I in that ensemble? Beats me. For some reason, though, I was dying to get up there and play. I get myself to the performance spot and find that I am wearing jeans instead of black pants (the same pants I really did wash last night – see, I told you it was relevant). The concert is about to begin. I am backstage and I see that the strings have already put up their bows to warm up or actually play, not sure which. I get around to the side, where I can apparently hide, and I hear the downbeat of the first piece. So I am panicking because I’m not on stage playing. After the first piece, we all hear from the conductor “would the three performers who have not yet joined us, please do so at the intermission.” Yikes… one of those would be me.
And WHY again, am I so freaked out to get up there? I still don’t know. I must have been getting paid.
I end up back at home, not sure how I got there, and I find that my pants are still wet in the washer. I am screaming at the top of my lungs that Hub dried the wrong load of clothes. Bless his heart. For some reason, all this is his fault. Sorry, Hub. Someone has to pay. I realize now I’ll never get there in time for the intermission. I give up. However, now there is some chick in a wedding dress in my MOM AND DAD’S front lawn (her initials are Q.F.A., because her ugly initial necklace told me so), pitching a fit. This is probably a correlation to my conniption with Hub about the pants. I find out right before I wake up that her name was Queenie Faye something. WHY does that even matter? What the heck did I take before I went to bed?
So my interpretation of this whole thing goes back to the pants. I went to bed worried that Hub might forget to dry my pants in the morning, so I must have parlayed that into this dream. So weird.
Change of subject... Hub and I made a big mistake with the pool yesterday. We had filled it up to where it needed to be a couple of days ago. Yesterday, we were trying to deal with the filter and pump for the first time. We accidentally left it on backwash, which means the water will gush out of the underground pipe. We lost all of the extra water we had put in it. Dangit. Now we’re back to where we were. I have to fill up the pool again tonight, and of course, I can’t try the pump again until it’s full. Dangit. I guess I'm just doing housework until it's ready. Well, I need to anyway.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Home stuff
We finally got a washer and dryer! Hub and his BFF set up the washer last night, and the dryer will hopefully beset up today. This means I’ll no longer have to take two loads at a time over to my Grandma’s house when I Grandma-sit and be up til 12:30 at night wanting on them to finish. My REM sleep thanks you, hub.
We almost have our pool open as well. Only one more “winterized” item remains, and we’ll be able to turn the pump on, get a water sample, and get it running. I’m excited to have my very own pool! I missed that. We had one at the apartment, but I didn’t feel comfortable laying out there. There were always WAY too many people in the daylight. Hub and I used to just go swimming about 9:30 or 10 at night right before the pool closed LOL. We almost always had our privacy. So, yay for the personal pool LOL.
Plus, we’re having our family’s 4th of July party this year. My brother and sis-in-law had always had the party there, so we’re just continuing the tradition and having it in the same place. As far as I know, we’re the only family members to have a pool AND deck now, so it looks like we're pretty much it for the summer get-togethers. I don't mind. I have always wanted to host family parties. Any parties, for that matter.
We might also be hosting my friend’s little boy’s birthday party the very next day. He heard we had a pool and decided he was having his party there. I thought it was a good idea also, and told my friend that we'd love to host it. It's going to be a little stressful having parties two days in a row, but I think it will be alright. It depends on how much food I have to make for both, and if I can keep the 2nd day's pre-prepared food from being eaten by curious first-day kids. Who knows... if he still decides to have the party at our house, we'll work it out.
We almost have our pool open as well. Only one more “winterized” item remains, and we’ll be able to turn the pump on, get a water sample, and get it running. I’m excited to have my very own pool! I missed that. We had one at the apartment, but I didn’t feel comfortable laying out there. There were always WAY too many people in the daylight. Hub and I used to just go swimming about 9:30 or 10 at night right before the pool closed LOL. We almost always had our privacy. So, yay for the personal pool LOL.
Plus, we’re having our family’s 4th of July party this year. My brother and sis-in-law had always had the party there, so we’re just continuing the tradition and having it in the same place. As far as I know, we’re the only family members to have a pool AND deck now, so it looks like we're pretty much it for the summer get-togethers. I don't mind. I have always wanted to host family parties. Any parties, for that matter.
We might also be hosting my friend’s little boy’s birthday party the very next day. He heard we had a pool and decided he was having his party there. I thought it was a good idea also, and told my friend that we'd love to host it. It's going to be a little stressful having parties two days in a row, but I think it will be alright. It depends on how much food I have to make for both, and if I can keep the 2nd day's pre-prepared food from being eaten by curious first-day kids. Who knows... if he still decides to have the party at our house, we'll work it out.
Wish I'd Been There
Found at wyff4.com
Oreo Spill Shuts Down Illinois Highway
Police: Truck Driver Fell Asleep At Wheel
POSTED: 9:40 am EDT May 19, 2008
MORRIS, Ill. -- A trailer loaded with 14 tons of double-stuffed Oreos overturned, dumping boxes of cookies all over the road and the median about 50 miles southwest of Chicago. It shut down the highway and backed up traffic. Illinois State Police said the truck crashed after the driver fell asleep at the wheel.
Anyone who knows me knows that Oreos are my favorite cookies. I'd have been all over that highway.
Oreo Spill Shuts Down Illinois Highway
Police: Truck Driver Fell Asleep At Wheel
POSTED: 9:40 am EDT May 19, 2008
MORRIS, Ill. -- A trailer loaded with 14 tons of double-stuffed Oreos overturned, dumping boxes of cookies all over the road and the median about 50 miles southwest of Chicago. It shut down the highway and backed up traffic. Illinois State Police said the truck crashed after the driver fell asleep at the wheel.
Anyone who knows me knows that Oreos are my favorite cookies. I'd have been all over that highway.
Monday, May 19, 2008
How to Deal with Impossible People
This is from http://www.wikihow.com/Deal-With-Impossible-People
I think it's relevant to my current situation. LOL.
How to Deal With Impossible People
We all know impossible people. They tend to share three main characteristics: They cannot be reasoned with, they believe they can do no wrong, and they are convinced that everything is someone else's fault. If you haven't had some first-hand experience in dealing with such people, even a brief conversation can raise your blood pressure through the roof. These people may also be known to some as narcissists. Here are some insights and steps for dealing with these highly difficult people.
Steps
Recognize that impossible people exist; you will eventually encounter them. There isn't a thing you can do about it. The first step is all about facing reality: If you think you might be dealing with an impossible person, you're probably right. When in doubt, proceed as instructed below. The headaches you save will be your own.
Be aware that some people simply aren't compatible. Sometimes, a person who gets along with everybody else quite well is an impossible person for you personally. Most relationships between people contain many shades of gray, but some people simply mix as well as oil and water. It is common to hear your impossible person proclaim that "Everyone else likes me." This is an attempt to shift the blame to you, so don't buy it. It doesn't matter how this person interacts with others. The fact is, the way the two of you interact together is terrible. Remember that blame never changes the facts. To counter this, tell them that it is a logical fallacy, or specifically an *Ad hominem.
Understand that it's not you, it's them. This can be surprisingly difficult, considering that impossible people have complete mastery of blaming skills. If you're dealing with an impossible person, you're probably being told on a regular basis that every conceivable thing is your fault. It isn't. As the saying goes, "It takes two to tango." Chances are, the more often they blame you, the more they themselves are actually at fault. Keep in mind that this is not to be used as a way to blame them. Blaming is what impossible people do, and they do it well. Instead, you are only facing the facts, for your own sake. That being said, here's a simple way to tell: If you accept responsibility for your own faults and resolve to improve yourself, it's probably not you. Remember, impossible people can do no wrong.
Realize that you cannot deal with impossible people the same way you deal with everyone else. In some ways, they need to be treated like children. Give up all hope of engaging these folks in any kind of reasonable conversation. It will never happen, at least with you. Remember what happened the last fifty times you tried to have a civilized discussion about the status of your relationship with this person. Chances are, every such attempt ended in you being blamed for everything. Decide now to quit banging your head against a brick wall.
You can read the rest of it at http://www.wikihow.com/Deal-With-Impossible-People. I'm not posting the rest of it b/c it's not my work and it's too dang long.
I think it's relevant to my current situation. LOL.
How to Deal With Impossible People
We all know impossible people. They tend to share three main characteristics: They cannot be reasoned with, they believe they can do no wrong, and they are convinced that everything is someone else's fault. If you haven't had some first-hand experience in dealing with such people, even a brief conversation can raise your blood pressure through the roof. These people may also be known to some as narcissists. Here are some insights and steps for dealing with these highly difficult people.
Steps
Recognize that impossible people exist; you will eventually encounter them. There isn't a thing you can do about it. The first step is all about facing reality: If you think you might be dealing with an impossible person, you're probably right. When in doubt, proceed as instructed below. The headaches you save will be your own.
Be aware that some people simply aren't compatible. Sometimes, a person who gets along with everybody else quite well is an impossible person for you personally. Most relationships between people contain many shades of gray, but some people simply mix as well as oil and water. It is common to hear your impossible person proclaim that "Everyone else likes me." This is an attempt to shift the blame to you, so don't buy it. It doesn't matter how this person interacts with others. The fact is, the way the two of you interact together is terrible. Remember that blame never changes the facts. To counter this, tell them that it is a logical fallacy, or specifically an *Ad hominem.
Understand that it's not you, it's them. This can be surprisingly difficult, considering that impossible people have complete mastery of blaming skills. If you're dealing with an impossible person, you're probably being told on a regular basis that every conceivable thing is your fault. It isn't. As the saying goes, "It takes two to tango." Chances are, the more often they blame you, the more they themselves are actually at fault. Keep in mind that this is not to be used as a way to blame them. Blaming is what impossible people do, and they do it well. Instead, you are only facing the facts, for your own sake. That being said, here's a simple way to tell: If you accept responsibility for your own faults and resolve to improve yourself, it's probably not you. Remember, impossible people can do no wrong.
Realize that you cannot deal with impossible people the same way you deal with everyone else. In some ways, they need to be treated like children. Give up all hope of engaging these folks in any kind of reasonable conversation. It will never happen, at least with you. Remember what happened the last fifty times you tried to have a civilized discussion about the status of your relationship with this person. Chances are, every such attempt ended in you being blamed for everything. Decide now to quit banging your head against a brick wall.
You can read the rest of it at http://www.wikihow.com/Deal-With-Impossible-People. I'm not posting the rest of it b/c it's not my work and it's too dang long.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
It's hard being famous
Our band is famous now. Check out the Youtube posting below. This is our band performing "The Captains and the Kings" by Leroy Anderson for the Leroy Anderson Centennial Celebration.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHfel_g3bVk
I am not playing piccolo this time. I am the second from the left on row 1. I wasn't focused on (thank goodness), but you can see my hair every once in awhile.
You can find all of our current videos at: http://www.youtube.com/user/jblitzie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHfel_g3bVk
I am not playing piccolo this time. I am the second from the left on row 1. I wasn't focused on (thank goodness), but you can see my hair every once in awhile.
You can find all of our current videos at: http://www.youtube.com/user/jblitzie
Saturday, May 17, 2008
You haven't missed me at all?
Disclaimer, again..: NOT my story. Found at http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,356375,00.html
Woman's Dead Body Lies in Flat for 35 Years
Friday, May 16, 2008
ZAGREB, Croatia — Governments have changed. War erupted and ended. Neighbors had children, and then grandchildren. But Hedviga Golik never left her tiny apartment in Croatia's capital — until her mummified body was carried out this week, 35 years after she died.
Police said Friday that no one ever reported Golik missing and no one has come to claim her body.
Residents of her loft building in downtown Zagreb had broken into Golik's flat after deciding that the apartment should belong to them, and not to her. Startled by the remains in bed, they called police.
Forensics experts said Golik likely died in 1973, about the time a neighbor last saw her. Expert Davor Strinovic said she seemed to have died of natural causes, but "it's almost impossible to say for certain" after so much time.
Some of Golik's neighbors claimed she had talked about going abroad.
Experts said her windows had been open, likely diminishing the smell. It remained unclear who — if anyone — was paying her bills and who exactly owned the apartment. In the 1970s, when Golik died, apartments were state-owned.
Neighbors now argue the apartment should be divided among the remaining tenants.
The discovery of Golik's body on Tuesday prompted media debates on how it is possible for a woman to die so long ago without anyone noticing. One local journalist said it showed people were becoming more alienated.
"My dear neighbors! Please keep on being curious and a bit tiresome, as you have been so far," Merita Arslani wrote in the Jutarnji list daily.
Now, REALLY. That's just messed up and sad. I sure do hope that SOMEONE over 35 years would notice me missing. If you normally talk to me all the time, and I haven't told you I'm not talking to you again, and you haven't heard from me in a year, then I'm dead and you need to send someone to find my shallow-buried body. Seriously. PLEASE look for me.
Woman's Dead Body Lies in Flat for 35 Years
Friday, May 16, 2008
ZAGREB, Croatia — Governments have changed. War erupted and ended. Neighbors had children, and then grandchildren. But Hedviga Golik never left her tiny apartment in Croatia's capital — until her mummified body was carried out this week, 35 years after she died.
Police said Friday that no one ever reported Golik missing and no one has come to claim her body.
Residents of her loft building in downtown Zagreb had broken into Golik's flat after deciding that the apartment should belong to them, and not to her. Startled by the remains in bed, they called police.
Forensics experts said Golik likely died in 1973, about the time a neighbor last saw her. Expert Davor Strinovic said she seemed to have died of natural causes, but "it's almost impossible to say for certain" after so much time.
Some of Golik's neighbors claimed she had talked about going abroad.
Experts said her windows had been open, likely diminishing the smell. It remained unclear who — if anyone — was paying her bills and who exactly owned the apartment. In the 1970s, when Golik died, apartments were state-owned.
Neighbors now argue the apartment should be divided among the remaining tenants.
The discovery of Golik's body on Tuesday prompted media debates on how it is possible for a woman to die so long ago without anyone noticing. One local journalist said it showed people were becoming more alienated.
"My dear neighbors! Please keep on being curious and a bit tiresome, as you have been so far," Merita Arslani wrote in the Jutarnji list daily.
Now, REALLY. That's just messed up and sad. I sure do hope that SOMEONE over 35 years would notice me missing. If you normally talk to me all the time, and I haven't told you I'm not talking to you again, and you haven't heard from me in a year, then I'm dead and you need to send someone to find my shallow-buried body. Seriously. PLEASE look for me.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Doggie Chronicles, Part II
Doggie Training update: Hub got a chain for the fence that Fiona keeps trying to get out of. Well, not so much trying, as succeeding, really. She actually pushed her way out of it three times already. I could have beaten her the 2nd time she did it. I had to chase her down the opposite street in my car. She got a BIG spanking when I finally convinced her to get in the car.
I’m not sure why she hasn’t done it around me again, but it might just be that I keep her distracted. I’m not sure. Hub said that she tried it again with him when she thought he wasn’t looking, apparently. She couldn’t get out, though, because we’d already put the chain on by then. So, we know the chain at least works. However, we don’t know how deep of a drive she has to get out. Hey, if the chain does work when we’re not there, then great. We won’t have the need for the invisible fence. However, my fear is that she has a big enough desire to explore that she’d jump the chain-link fence and get out anyway.
We really want to extend the existing 50-70 feet of 6’ tall privacy fence, but right now, we cannot afford it. Depending upon which one we get (of course, in a perfect world, I’d pick the same style as what we already have, but it was expensive), it could go up to 55-60 bucks per 6’ long panel. I do eventually want to put that kind of money into it, as it is an investment that would raise the property value. We might just buy a couple of panels at a time, put them in sporadically, and get it done that way. I am not thrilled about white panels, as I have always wanted maybe a terracotta color scheme, but hey, white works also.
I don’t really like white/neutral colors in the first place. I do like bold neutral, like olives, rusts, etc, but the beige/tan/ecru types, I just don’t like. I grew up with mostly white walls, both apartments I lived in were all white walls, and now that I OWN where I live, we went with middle-of-the-road green for our living room. If you feel froggy, then look up Lowe’s Valspar “Garden of Paradise” color. That is exactly what we used.
House gripe (they do exist!): I don’t appreciate our crawlspace door. First of all, it’s wooden and is by NO means secure. It’s just a wooden panel that we have to push into the opening. It is very loose and has fallen many times. Fiona might have been a factor as well. Maybe she saw it partly open and fiddled it the rest of the way open. I’d like to get something with a latch, or get latches for the door we have, or just get a more secure lockable door. Do those exist? Someone school me if they don’t exist.
Dang, I wanted to write more, but my workload just blew up. Later.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Need... SLEEPY! / Doggie Chronicles, Part 1
I am at a thought impasse. I had insomnia the night before (maybe for the first time in my life). I finally went to bed when my body told me I was tired… by about 2:30 AM. How is it that I go to bed when my body tells me to do so but I’m still about to fall out from sleep deprivation this morning? I must have cleaned half the house. I was up MOPPING at 2 in the morning. Fiona, the dog, had gone to sleep 4 hours before. Geez. Well, I’m paying for it today, that's for sure.
Change of subject...
To give you an idea of what we're going through with Fiona and her transition to our household from the "streets," take a look at what I posted on http://www.baddogs.com/ about her. You'll get more information later... and pictures! I finally found my camera cable in our remaining boxes from the move and uploaded 500-ish pictures from my data card, which is everything I took from January to present.
Breaking in a New Home
Fiona: Mix
Hi! My name is Fiona, and I just got a new home on March 26th, 2008. I was a stray for awhile. I had a good home, but for some reason, I just didn't stay there. I even know some of my commands and not pee-peeing in the house! Mommy adopted me from a lovely family who had rescued me from the streets. They had been holding onto me until someone like Mommy and Daddy came along to take me to my furever home. I am so glad they saved me! I was getting tired of worrying about food and where I would hide from the mean, loud rain. Mommy tried to figure out my real name, but I wouldn't help her out. She's teaching me to learn my new name.
So now I am home with Mommy, Daddy, and these two furry things they call cats. Oh, how I despise them! But anyway, Mommy and Daddy put me in the grrrage for a week or so until their friend lent them my crate. I decided I didn't like that stupid grrrage, so I proceeded to try and dig my way out of it. Did you know there is funny white stuff in the panels of the garage door? It sticks to my body when i roll in it, and I love it. Daddy informed Mommy that it was a styrofoam panel, whatever that is, and that it was rooinned. Why would they use a bunch of french words anyway? Hoomans are weird. So I checked out another panel while I was at it... on the other door. It might have had a different taste, you know. It didn't, though. I was disappointed. Mommy used french words again.
Mommy got my crate later, so I finally got to go inside. Yay! I was checking out the soft covers on the floor they called carpet, testing its sleep and clawing factors. Both tests were positive. I can, in fact, sleep on it and claw it. I also found that bamboo window covers don't taste so good. I left those stoopid pieces in a pile in front of the window for Mommy and Daddy to find... same for the 2 inch plantation blinds. I have had those before, but these had a more expensive taste. I don't think I'll be eating those again. Mommy rasied them too high now. I just can't help it when they leave me alone. I have this thing where I don't like to be alone too long or to be closed up too long. I tried to get through my door once also. Daddy said he has to take it off and reepaynt it.
So, about these "cats." Mommy and Daddy love on them and pick them up all the time. I don't like that at all! I'm in my crate having to behave or sleep, and there they are free and having a good time! So I decided that I was going to show them what's what. I broke out of my crate and chased them all over the house! I woke up Daddy barking at them while they were under the bed. Ha - I showed them! I didn't hurt them, though. I made Mommy cry when she found out at work. She got scared and stopped trusting me. She's decided SHE'S the top dog now and has been making me sit ALL the time now anytime I want something. I don't know who she thinks she is, but she's doing what I heard her say were submishun exrrsizes. Who knows? Maybe I'll be able to be a baddog when she's gone.
More later!
Date: 08-May-08
Age: 2
Sex: female
Home: South Carolina, United States (USA)
Damage: $1,000.00
Change of subject...
To give you an idea of what we're going through with Fiona and her transition to our household from the "streets," take a look at what I posted on http://www.baddogs.com/ about her. You'll get more information later... and pictures! I finally found my camera cable in our remaining boxes from the move and uploaded 500-ish pictures from my data card, which is everything I took from January to present.
Breaking in a New Home
Fiona: Mix
Hi! My name is Fiona, and I just got a new home on March 26th, 2008. I was a stray for awhile. I had a good home, but for some reason, I just didn't stay there. I even know some of my commands and not pee-peeing in the house! Mommy adopted me from a lovely family who had rescued me from the streets. They had been holding onto me until someone like Mommy and Daddy came along to take me to my furever home. I am so glad they saved me! I was getting tired of worrying about food and where I would hide from the mean, loud rain. Mommy tried to figure out my real name, but I wouldn't help her out. She's teaching me to learn my new name.
So now I am home with Mommy, Daddy, and these two furry things they call cats. Oh, how I despise them! But anyway, Mommy and Daddy put me in the grrrage for a week or so until their friend lent them my crate. I decided I didn't like that stupid grrrage, so I proceeded to try and dig my way out of it. Did you know there is funny white stuff in the panels of the garage door? It sticks to my body when i roll in it, and I love it. Daddy informed Mommy that it was a styrofoam panel, whatever that is, and that it was rooinned. Why would they use a bunch of french words anyway? Hoomans are weird. So I checked out another panel while I was at it... on the other door. It might have had a different taste, you know. It didn't, though. I was disappointed. Mommy used french words again.
Mommy got my crate later, so I finally got to go inside. Yay! I was checking out the soft covers on the floor they called carpet, testing its sleep and clawing factors. Both tests were positive. I can, in fact, sleep on it and claw it. I also found that bamboo window covers don't taste so good. I left those stoopid pieces in a pile in front of the window for Mommy and Daddy to find... same for the 2 inch plantation blinds. I have had those before, but these had a more expensive taste. I don't think I'll be eating those again. Mommy rasied them too high now. I just can't help it when they leave me alone. I have this thing where I don't like to be alone too long or to be closed up too long. I tried to get through my door once also. Daddy said he has to take it off and reepaynt it.
So, about these "cats." Mommy and Daddy love on them and pick them up all the time. I don't like that at all! I'm in my crate having to behave or sleep, and there they are free and having a good time! So I decided that I was going to show them what's what. I broke out of my crate and chased them all over the house! I woke up Daddy barking at them while they were under the bed. Ha - I showed them! I didn't hurt them, though. I made Mommy cry when she found out at work. She got scared and stopped trusting me. She's decided SHE'S the top dog now and has been making me sit ALL the time now anytime I want something. I don't know who she thinks she is, but she's doing what I heard her say were submishun exrrsizes. Who knows? Maybe I'll be able to be a baddog when she's gone.
More later!
Date: 08-May-08
Age: 2
Sex: female
Home: South Carolina, United States (USA)
Damage: $1,000.00
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