Last week, I was getting Peealot his vaccinations and a lovely woman and her husband walked up and asked. See, this is why I blog. I love the compliments and people who take the time to thank me for little things. Gratitude is a powerful thing, I always say, and it works both ways. A few words mean so much and it made my day/week. Love it! Thank you, A! You are too sweet and I hope that you and your family are enjoying your adventure here.
I also went to see The Messila Gang (Desert Guy's cousins/friends) this weekend and my friend, Posh (that's your new name, girl) and her man (I'm just going to go ahead and do something silly and call him "Becks" as his name begins with a B and that's who Posh is with, right?), Becks, were giving me funny looks. Now, I'm no stranger to funny looks by any means. I get them all the time. But these two looked downright mischievious. Tee hee. Posh is a reader. Who knew? She's not just pretty and elegant, but girlfriend is intelligent enough to have some of my characters figured out (like Puppy Dude). We had a lot of laughs that night. (Not too much chance - for many reasons - that Puppy Dude will read blogs. Whew!)
Peealot is sick at the moment. He eats everything/anything without even chewing; just gulps and it's gone. IVH's x-ray machine was on the fritz this weekend, so we couldn't see 'zactly what is down in there, but I'm guessing it is either coinage or some form of plastic. Either way, he's sick and it is like having a sick child. I hate it. Desert Dawg continues to be a sincere biotch to him. At first, I thought that Mikey was being too rough with her (she's so much smaller and frailer than he is), but then after talking to my sister who went though a similar situation with her old bitch and young puppy; that perhaps it wasn't the rough boy's fault. I paid more attention and sure enough, that little bitch, DD, is snapping at him even if he's across the room and looks at her! WTF. She's just downright ornery. She bites him and growls and barks at him. Eventually (so says my sister) she will get used to it, but for now, she's just being evil. I'm trying to give them both equal attention.
I had a forced-quiet weekend. Not that I wanted it that way. With 3 days off, I thought I could finally get down to the camp and spend some time with "nature" (that's what I call Jose Cuervo combined with my friends). I've been so sick since I got back her on the 2nd that I just couldn't do it. Forget about spending the night in the tent; no way. And what's with this weather??? I haven't seen so much rain in the winter in like... ever. Every weekend, my tent smells like cat pee from the damp. It's just nas-teh. Anyhooo, not that I would spend the night (or even a lot of time in the cold) because I've had bronchitis. I get tired doing even mundane tasks (like mopping up puppy pee - more on that in a moment). I finally gave in and went back to my doctor (for the 3rd time in as many weeks) and got a shot in the ass (literally) of B12 so I would have more energy. Then, I ate all the vitamins in my medicine cabinet. I actually feel a LOT better this morning.
Puppy pee (because I know you've been waiting for this, right?): So, while at IVH, I asked their trainer about the persistent pee problem (PPP or P3 to be accurate). P3 is like this: Dude makes a little puddle and then, like he can't turn off the faucet, walks around creating a lovely stream of pee drops throughout my house and in the yard. NO! He hasn't figured out the Art of Housetraining yet. So, I asked the trainer. He said that it is normal (I thought it was a boy-thing that I didn't know about and apparently it is), and that at age 6 to 8 months, he'll stop. WHAT????! 6 to 8 months??? We'll all drown! it will be like going down on the Titanic. THAT MUCH pee! As it is, I follow him around with a mop and a bucket. I buy more lavendar-scented cleaner than the stores here can stock (but it smells sooooo pretty and not at all like pee...). How am I going to endure this for 3 to 5 more months? I'll surely perish! Yikes. The dogs I've had have always learned in under a month. This guy just does whatever the F he feels like. I'm like, "MIKEEEEEY!!! You're not finished! Complete the pee!" Why the trail? RRRR.
So this weekend, I went to Banta where they sell washable, inexpensive carpets. I can throw the entire thing in my washing machine whenever I want. The carpet cleaners I've found here are expensive (20kd per carpet - even the small ones - eeek). I'm lovin' Banta. Ikea used to have cotton carpets, but it seems that they don't make them anymore.
(Why do people read my mundane ranting? I don't get it. Are you still with me? Really?)
Ok, so while I was at the camp this weekend (while the weather was sunny and dry for like 2.5 nanoseconds), I taped Paco (my goat) and Mikey playing. They have a bromance. They're in puppy/goat love. Paco sees Mikey from a distance and runs right over to him and starts his dance. I love it. They're so cute. (Now THIS here is entertainment, y'alls.) I would keep Paco in my house if I could get away with it. He's dog-sized anyways and pees very neatly. Baaaaaaaaa
(It's not poor sound quality you're hearing - it is our bigass generator in the background and of course the lovely prayer call that reminds us all to pray at the crack of dawn (when we're going to sleep); courtesy of the very considerate neighbors in the camp across the road. Thank you so much.)