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I am a genius of geniuslike proportions.
I just rewarded my dog for completely ignoring me.
[approach with Bil-Jac "Gooberlicious" treat]
"Hey, Arwen! Sit! Sit, sweetie! Sit!"
[dog stares uncomprehendingly.
dog's pupils have formed, unmistakeably, into the shape of a Gooberlicious.]
"Here you go!"
Also, she slipped her collar in the yard, and I'm really happy that she immediately ran to the door and started barking and bouncing like a hyper little spaz to be let in. I wanted to take her for a walk, but she doesn't like the cars on our street at this time of day (we live near a school and parents are always parking on our street to avoid the traffic at the school, which pisses me off, but whatever). She pulled really hard and the collar flew right over her head.
She's currently engaged in the destruction of her crate, because she's tired of being in it. But she can't play or jump up on furniture for another week... all she can do is hang out in her crate, sit on someone's lap, or go for a walk (and we've already figured out that it's ix-nay on the alk-way for now). No roaming around the house, because she'll try to jump on furniture by herself, or get into a fight with a cat, and she could rip her stitches. So basically, she's a bored, unhappy dog at the moment, even though she has toys to play with. Ahhh, she's given up the destruction and is now halfheartedly gnawing on her chocolatesque Nylabone.
I'm off to the laundromat - yes, my washer is broken again, and this time it probably means a new one - so I'll be back in a few hours. Hopefully with more pastries and fewer cramps. Oh, and one more thing: I'm wearing my pirate socks today.
I just rewarded my dog for completely ignoring me.
[approach with Bil-Jac "Gooberlicious" treat]
"Hey, Arwen! Sit! Sit, sweetie! Sit!"
[dog stares uncomprehendingly.
dog's pupils have formed, unmistakeably, into the shape of a Gooberlicious.]
"Here you go!"
Also, she slipped her collar in the yard, and I'm really happy that she immediately ran to the door and started barking and bouncing like a hyper little spaz to be let in. I wanted to take her for a walk, but she doesn't like the cars on our street at this time of day (we live near a school and parents are always parking on our street to avoid the traffic at the school, which pisses me off, but whatever). She pulled really hard and the collar flew right over her head.
She's currently engaged in the destruction of her crate, because she's tired of being in it. But she can't play or jump up on furniture for another week... all she can do is hang out in her crate, sit on someone's lap, or go for a walk (and we've already figured out that it's ix-nay on the alk-way for now). No roaming around the house, because she'll try to jump on furniture by herself, or get into a fight with a cat, and she could rip her stitches. So basically, she's a bored, unhappy dog at the moment, even though she has toys to play with. Ahhh, she's given up the destruction and is now halfheartedly gnawing on her chocolatesque Nylabone.
I'm off to the laundromat - yes, my washer is broken again, and this time it probably means a new one - so I'll be back in a few hours. Hopefully with more pastries and fewer cramps. Oh, and one more thing: I'm wearing my pirate socks today.
