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
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