I like how dogs see you get up to walk somewhere, and then they start walking in front of you so they can lead you to their food dish or leash or something but then you dont follow them.
stupid dogs.
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Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
September 1, 2008
Dog Sitting in Decatur and DragonCon
I went to DragonCon this weekend. Seeing how I only had a few bucks in my checking account, it probably wasnt the most prudent decision but it was definitely the most fun! I got to see Monica's true dorkdom come out. How can she help if she knows the complete Stargate saga? If she owns Dune out her butt? If she introduced me to Eureka? Can you fight something that has a grip on your soul like that? Nay. I added the Stargate to my qway on Netflix, so we'll see if I turn into the same type of dork. With my chemistry-ness and bookish-ness, I dont need to add sci fi to my repertories. But how can I not watch Stargate after seeing the Megapanel???!!
The only other class I went to was the Eureka class. Eureka seems to be a sci fi show about these science people living near each other. They didnt talk too much about the premise of the show so thats all I really gleaned about the show. But they did talk about how accurate they tried to keep the science. For example, I think some dude in their show was out in space without any protection on. And in Eureka, the guy made it back safely with some blood shot eyes and problems with his tendons and junk. But other movies would have you believe the person would freeze. BUT THERE IS NO AIR (IE, MEDIUM) IN SPACE FOR YOU TO FEEL IT. "They" would also have you believe your lungs would collapse but, in actuality, eventually the pressure difference would 'move' the air out of your lungs but they wouldnt collapse so fast or anything. See? I'm putting "they" in quotes. Does that make me a conspiracy theorist? Aw jeez. I am one of them arent I? Anyways, Eureka got a lot of "flack" for that scene but the eureka people actually did it more in line with science than other movies have.
While Monica went to listen on how to kill a character in sci fi fiction (in some writer's thing), Joe and I went to Alternative Sexualities. But it was just some butch women talking about how Dumbledore was gay. Uh, lame. I can go to Midtown or gmail to talk to D and Wes and have interactions with gay ppl. I wanted to hear about Furries or something. Not about homosexuality in Harry Potter. SNORE. So we left the class and just took pictures of weird people in the Marriot and Hyatt. Oh, and earlier I had went to this Pinup Art Vargas girl thing ... This Guy spoke. He seemed really chill and open. The model he brought along is going to be in Van Wilder 3. I think she's some Christian girl who turns into a slut (in the movie ... I cant make any claims on her in real life). Joe and I ran into him later and he was nice and chatty. I wish I was a photog so I could have learned more stuff from him, but I am not and did not.
And all during this funness, I am dog sitting in Decatur and the dogs are nice but a handful at the same time. Right now as Im typing this, Stella (from Hella) is sitting at my feet and breathing her hot doggy breath into the legs of my lounging pants. She's awesome. Except when its 6 am in the morning and she gets all the dogs barking simultaneously to let her out so she can continue barking and wake the neighbors. Stanley is the older dog. He's pretty chill and I like that. I let him in from outside but he started drinking water while his butt was outside and I had to move his rear to shut the dear; he growled and didnt like that. The second time he partitioned himself halfway in and halfway out the door, I pushed him in and he went along with it. I think that makes us friends, no? Bone is Heather's dog. I didnt like the little bugger upon first meeting him. But once he looked up at me and his ears propped up, I was putty in his little doggy paws. And he sleeps with me. Unfortunately for Stella, he's smaller so gets away with being barky because he's a lot quieter.
MIght post pictures of DragonCon people.
Also, went to Holly's lingerie party! Might post pictures of that too!
The only other class I went to was the Eureka class. Eureka seems to be a sci fi show about these science people living near each other. They didnt talk too much about the premise of the show so thats all I really gleaned about the show. But they did talk about how accurate they tried to keep the science. For example, I think some dude in their show was out in space without any protection on. And in Eureka, the guy made it back safely with some blood shot eyes and problems with his tendons and junk. But other movies would have you believe the person would freeze. BUT THERE IS NO AIR (IE, MEDIUM) IN SPACE FOR YOU TO FEEL IT. "They" would also have you believe your lungs would collapse but, in actuality, eventually the pressure difference would 'move' the air out of your lungs but they wouldnt collapse so fast or anything. See? I'm putting "they" in quotes. Does that make me a conspiracy theorist? Aw jeez. I am one of them arent I? Anyways, Eureka got a lot of "flack" for that scene but the eureka people actually did it more in line with science than other movies have.
While Monica went to listen on how to kill a character in sci fi fiction (in some writer's thing), Joe and I went to Alternative Sexualities. But it was just some butch women talking about how Dumbledore was gay. Uh, lame. I can go to Midtown or gmail to talk to D and Wes and have interactions with gay ppl. I wanted to hear about Furries or something. Not about homosexuality in Harry Potter. SNORE. So we left the class and just took pictures of weird people in the Marriot and Hyatt. Oh, and earlier I had went to this Pinup Art Vargas girl thing ... This Guy spoke. He seemed really chill and open. The model he brought along is going to be in Van Wilder 3. I think she's some Christian girl who turns into a slut (in the movie ... I cant make any claims on her in real life). Joe and I ran into him later and he was nice and chatty. I wish I was a photog so I could have learned more stuff from him, but I am not and did not.
And all during this funness, I am dog sitting in Decatur and the dogs are nice but a handful at the same time. Right now as Im typing this, Stella (from Hella) is sitting at my feet and breathing her hot doggy breath into the legs of my lounging pants. She's awesome. Except when its 6 am in the morning and she gets all the dogs barking simultaneously to let her out so she can continue barking and wake the neighbors. Stanley is the older dog. He's pretty chill and I like that. I let him in from outside but he started drinking water while his butt was outside and I had to move his rear to shut the dear; he growled and didnt like that. The second time he partitioned himself halfway in and halfway out the door, I pushed him in and he went along with it. I think that makes us friends, no? Bone is Heather's dog. I didnt like the little bugger upon first meeting him. But once he looked up at me and his ears propped up, I was putty in his little doggy paws. And he sleeps with me. Unfortunately for Stella, he's smaller so gets away with being barky because he's a lot quieter.
MIght post pictures of DragonCon people.
Also, went to Holly's lingerie party! Might post pictures of that too!
June 19, 2008
felt productive last night
it's amazing what you can do when you dont do nothing all day. (Dont do nothing? Yeah, thats what I meant).
So I get home close to 5pm.
530-640: ride around Scaryetta/Kennesaw Mountain. About 8 miles. See an asian who claims to have seen me ride on Cobb Parkway (which I dont do ever). Its a long story. Also saw some neighborhood kids. Emphasis on the 'hood. Did you ever take those quizzes asking how many 8 year olds could you take? I definitely lower my number to no more than 6. Have you ever seen six 8 year olds together? I felt like I was in middle school all over again with my helmet, perfect posture, and bike rack riding through their judgmental seedy little eyes.
[500-530: I was shaving my legs and bike prepping. I didnt think you needed to know all that. Thats why Im mentioning that you didnt need to know all that. But by mentioning that you didnt need to know all that, you end up knowing all that. Okay okay I'll do it: Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.]
640-700: Walk Zoey. And when I say "walk Zoey" I mean Zoey walked and I rode my bike with her leash in my hand.
700-705: Met crazy neighbor (think the crazy cat lady from the simpsons but with a dog). Her dog was all sniffing Zoey and not on a leash. And she asks me to grab her dog because her dog was much more interested in Zoey and not in the meat she was trying to get her with. I think her dog's name is something weird. Like Tika or Tutu.
705-720: Made some fake chicken with A1 sauce on it. And then I ate it.
720-920: Put some laundry in the washer. Watched MST3K: Mitchell. A mass wave of sleepiness washed over me.
920-930: Turned off the movie. Read some of Lucky Jim. Fell asleep on top of the covers with my lamp that-I-think-will-start-fires-if-I-ever-left-it-on on.
I also took a shower sometime after the bike ride and before the movie. Im pretty sure my times are accurate though. So I think my shower happened during a break in the space-time continuum.
PS. This blog could also be titled: why i woke up at 430 am in the morning. (who falls asleep before 10 pm these days? Oh. I do.)
So I get home close to 5pm.
530-640: ride around Scaryetta/Kennesaw Mountain. About 8 miles. See an asian who claims to have seen me ride on Cobb Parkway (which I dont do ever). Its a long story. Also saw some neighborhood kids. Emphasis on the 'hood. Did you ever take those quizzes asking how many 8 year olds could you take? I definitely lower my number to no more than 6. Have you ever seen six 8 year olds together? I felt like I was in middle school all over again with my helmet, perfect posture, and bike rack riding through their judgmental seedy little eyes.
[500-530: I was shaving my legs and bike prepping. I didnt think you needed to know all that. Thats why Im mentioning that you didnt need to know all that. But by mentioning that you didnt need to know all that, you end up knowing all that. Okay okay I'll do it: Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.]
640-700: Walk Zoey. And when I say "walk Zoey" I mean Zoey walked and I rode my bike with her leash in my hand.
700-705: Met crazy neighbor (think the crazy cat lady from the simpsons but with a dog). Her dog was all sniffing Zoey and not on a leash. And she asks me to grab her dog because her dog was much more interested in Zoey and not in the meat she was trying to get her with. I think her dog's name is something weird. Like Tika or Tutu.
705-720: Made some fake chicken with A1 sauce on it. And then I ate it.
720-920: Put some laundry in the washer. Watched MST3K: Mitchell. A mass wave of sleepiness washed over me.
920-930: Turned off the movie. Read some of Lucky Jim. Fell asleep on top of the covers with my lamp that-I-think-will-start-fires-if-I-ever-left-it-on on.
I also took a shower sometime after the bike ride and before the movie. Im pretty sure my times are accurate though. So I think my shower happened during a break in the space-time continuum.
PS. This blog could also be titled: why i woke up at 430 am in the morning. (who falls asleep before 10 pm these days? Oh. I do.)
June 13, 2008
June 9, 2008
dogs are stupid - i mean - cute.
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary:
6:00 am - At last! I go pee! My favorite thing!
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
6:00 pm - They're home! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched tv with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary:
Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
6:00 am - At last! I go pee! My favorite thing!
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
6:00 pm - They're home! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched tv with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary:
Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
May 30, 2008
Some hot tips from Groomer Has It
Do not feed your pet the following: chocolate, garlic, onions, nuts, avocado, artificial sweeteners. (I dont get the nut stuff ... because in one of the challenges a groomer got to use peanuts for their dog treat ....?).
Sequins and rhinestones from doggy costumes can be choking hazards.
Never cut a cat whiskers. The whiskers are a cat's sense of touch and balance and assist cats in walking through narrow spaces. (I cut Betsy's whiskers once. Probably why she never jumped on tables or countertops).
Sequins and rhinestones from doggy costumes can be choking hazards.
Never cut a cat whiskers. The whiskers are a cat's sense of touch and balance and assist cats in walking through narrow spaces. (I cut Betsy's whiskers once. Probably why she never jumped on tables or countertops).
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