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Monthly Archives: February 2014
If I read one more story about how great it is to be a woman today I just may go postal out of sheer frustration. One more story about how “she deserved it,” one more picture of a beaten kid, one more rich, white dude complaining about how his life sucks because he has to pay child support. Gaaaahhhhh!
Here’s some Jo Dee Messina. She says it like it is…
My eyes snapped open before the alarm this morning. I couldn’t breathe. My heart started to race as I tried to drag in some air around a huge obstruction. Raising my hands to my throat, I encountered a mass of fur that wasn’t there when I went to sleep. It felt like a hairy snake and immediately began to purr. Seems Revy decided to sleep across my neck, sprawled out with his belly resting right on top of my windpipe.
This shouldn’t have been possible, seeing as how I’m normally a side sleeper, but obviously the new bed is comfortable enough that I turn onto my back at the same hour Revy decides to start his wake-up routine. Threat of suffocation is, evidently, the latest in a long line of tactics designed to steal my sleep and get kibble into his bowl in the least amount of time. Guess this means I better not drink before bed or maybe I won’t wake up in the morning.
Spring is in the air and it was a very busy weekend. Thursday, Friday and Saturday saw me awake at 0530. Wide awake and listening to the birds outside. Revy is beside himself with joy. Apparently, his training methods are finally paying off and breakfast is being served on time.
I sewed up a bed for the dog, low in the center with a soft, raised edge, something I thought I could use as a training tool to make her be still instead of barking and having a fit when someone approaches the trailer. You know, train her to act like a Real Dog? As you can see, it was not received as planned:
Revy finds it perfect – a fort to defend against canine insurgents, a bathing platform and soft bed to sprawl upon after racing around like a maniac. The dog has been exiled to whatever small space she can find:
The good news is that the furniture is finally arranged to my liking and the silver insulation has been removed from the windows, letting in the beautiful Spring sunshine. Of course, the brisk Spring breezes now have easier access, but one has to take the good with the not-so-good, no?
Is there any other kind?
Awana came over and I instantly commandeered her van to haul a new mattress and “bunky board” back to Towanda so I can at last have a Real Bed! I haven’t slept in it yet because surely poor Awana deserved that pleasure more than I did – I ask her to come over for a little R & R and then proceed to drag her all over the county for my own ends. The project is finished and I’m quite happy, though. I also rewarded her with many episodes of Dexter and lots of tea and knitting time, so I hope it wasn’t too bad 🙂
More projects to come!
Sabu and I went to the dog park on Friday between work and knitting class and found it flooded. She went for a swim and had a great time. Awana and I went back yesterday and conditions hadn’t changed:
The park slopes down 3 or 4 feet towards the fence, leaving maybe 2/3 of it high and dry. On Friday there were geese swimming here. Inspired by having an audience of two, Sabu began to wade out towards the fence:
And kept going:
If you’re guessing that I waded in to save my stupid dog from her folly, you would be wrong – it was cold and starting to rain. I walked away and she remembered she knows how to swim. She wasn’t happy about it, but what choice did she have?
Towanda smells like wet dog, but we all survived. Sabu is due at the dog groomer’s tomorrow and now the groomer will have to earn her fee 🙂