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New pics of my baby boy. I'll try to Blog tomorrow, too busy/lazy.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Booker Todd's walkies reports.
#1
Today we had our 2nd walkies with two new members Nelly and Boo. We took the trail behind my house, it was in good repair with lots of twisties and a couple low branches.
I led ,followed closely by Boo with his human Marg. I was happy that Boo was able to control Marg when we passed two ladies Marg didn't snap at them, not once.We had an awkward moment when Nelly stuck her tongue in my humans mouth (gross) Nelly doesn't know where that mouth has been.
Bodie started things off by pooping in front of the house before we left, Buddy had some collar issues but Remi hung with him 'til they were fixed.I was told that I was speeding a bit and promise to hold back for the two old humans who brought up the rear.
We had a good tail wag, solved the booze accesability problem by knocking it onto the ground and suckered two cookies each from my human. All in all a good walkie.I sniff therefore you are.....
Today we had our 2nd walkies with two new members Nelly and Boo. We took the trail behind my house, it was in good repair with lots of twisties and a couple low branches.
I led ,followed closely by Boo with his human Marg. I was happy that Boo was able to control Marg when we passed two ladies Marg didn't snap at them, not once.We had an awkward moment when Nelly stuck her tongue in my humans mouth (gross) Nelly doesn't know where that mouth has been.
Bodie started things off by pooping in front of the house before we left, Buddy had some collar issues but Remi hung with him 'til they were fixed.I was told that I was speeding a bit and promise to hold back for the two old humans who brought up the rear.
We had a good tail wag, solved the booze accesability problem by knocking it onto the ground and suckered two cookies each from my human. All in all a good walkie.I sniff therefore you are.....
Booker Todd's walkies reports.
#2
Sorry this is so late. I had my rough draft done but then it was my turn to wash the dishes (Claw dried) Then Grey's Anatomy came on and I had to go to bed right after.
There were three of us yesterday with our humans, Mom embarrassed me by taking me in her tacky red car and passing out her homemade cookies. (yuck) Bodie tried to choke one down to be polite but Buddy didn't care. Then she KISSED me in front of everyone. (double yuck)We all did poopies just to show our disdain.
We saw fishies spawning and we waded and got muddy (take that Mom)There were a lot of old humans perambulating and taking the air, and we saw one other dog (he was fat)Mom let me off my leash finally and I pretended to be a good Boy this time so she'll do it again, then I can make my move.
I wonder how she'd like something tight around her neck. Maybe if I had thumbs I'd wrap my paws around her nec................."Oh, hi Mommy!""What's that? I have to dry dishes? OK, just give me a minute to finish my walkies report. Well tell fat ass to just stop washing for two minutes!! I don't think I need to apologize, just look at her, she's immense, her gut drags on the floor."
"Alright, alright I'm sorry you're so fat Clawdette. Oh, bah Baby! Geez alright, I'm sssooooorrrryyyy! Mom! I just need another minu.....fine!"Well I have to go and dry dishes now, sorry for the short report. I wish I had thumbs, I'd wrap my paws around Clawdette's neck and squeeze.
I sniff therefore you are........
Sorry this is so late. I had my rough draft done but then it was my turn to wash the dishes (Claw dried) Then Grey's Anatomy came on and I had to go to bed right after.
There were three of us yesterday with our humans, Mom embarrassed me by taking me in her tacky red car and passing out her homemade cookies. (yuck) Bodie tried to choke one down to be polite but Buddy didn't care. Then she KISSED me in front of everyone. (double yuck)We all did poopies just to show our disdain.
We saw fishies spawning and we waded and got muddy (take that Mom)There were a lot of old humans perambulating and taking the air, and we saw one other dog (he was fat)Mom let me off my leash finally and I pretended to be a good Boy this time so she'll do it again, then I can make my move.
I wonder how she'd like something tight around her neck. Maybe if I had thumbs I'd wrap my paws around her nec................."Oh, hi Mommy!""What's that? I have to dry dishes? OK, just give me a minute to finish my walkies report. Well tell fat ass to just stop washing for two minutes!! I don't think I need to apologize, just look at her, she's immense, her gut drags on the floor."
"Alright, alright I'm sorry you're so fat Clawdette. Oh, bah Baby! Geez alright, I'm sssooooorrrryyyy! Mom! I just need another minu.....fine!"Well I have to go and dry dishes now, sorry for the short report. I wish I had thumbs, I'd wrap my paws around Clawdette's neck and squeeze.
I sniff therefore you are........
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Confessions of a book-a-holic
They (whoever the Hell they are) say that the first step is to admit that you have a problem. Well I'll grab a set, man up and say "I'm Louie and I have a problem."
I stand before you naked (well in the emotional sense) and admit that I need a book.
I miss the new book smell when you crack the spine, and the giddy thrill knowing that I'm the *first*. I will respect you in the morning and I will not use you. Sure I'll pass you on but only in the nicest sense.
The long weekend ,coupled with my cold and I'm totally surrounded by nothing to read. This NEVER happens to me. I'll admit I'm an addict, I'll be reading one and I'll have two or three on the bookshelf and be looking for my next one. I live to check my status on VIRL, "Have I moved up a slot?" "Will the bitch re-new?" aarrgghh
I can go without booze, smokes, food, total joy in my being (from Booker Todd) and sweet disdain from the cats, but not without a book. I eat with a book, I watch T.V. with a book, I potty with a book, I go to bed with a book, I'd even drive with a book if I could. I bring a book to the Dr's, any place where I might have to wait for a minute or two.
I read in the yard, in the living room , in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the car, even in the kitchen. Now I'm bereft. NO FRIGGING BOOK TO READ!!! Perhaps you don't understand the implications of this, but suffice it to say, I may go mad......
I stand before you naked (well in the emotional sense) and admit that I need a book.
I miss the new book smell when you crack the spine, and the giddy thrill knowing that I'm the *first*. I will respect you in the morning and I will not use you. Sure I'll pass you on but only in the nicest sense.
The long weekend ,coupled with my cold and I'm totally surrounded by nothing to read. This NEVER happens to me. I'll admit I'm an addict, I'll be reading one and I'll have two or three on the bookshelf and be looking for my next one. I live to check my status on VIRL, "Have I moved up a slot?" "Will the bitch re-new?" aarrgghh
I can go without booze, smokes, food, total joy in my being (from Booker Todd) and sweet disdain from the cats, but not without a book. I eat with a book, I watch T.V. with a book, I potty with a book, I go to bed with a book, I'd even drive with a book if I could. I bring a book to the Dr's, any place where I might have to wait for a minute or two.
I read in the yard, in the living room , in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the car, even in the kitchen. Now I'm bereft. NO FRIGGING BOOK TO READ!!! Perhaps you don't understand the implications of this, but suffice it to say, I may go mad......
Saturday, October 10, 2009
HFZ, Thanksgiving and Birthdays
I've been wandering around the house all day, I can't seem to settle on any one thing. I read a sentence, drop the book, I write a sentence, drop the pen. My coffee has gone cold twice and I've almost lost the fire in the woodstove.
I know I have mis-givings and I get moody and introspective around any family holiday, and then it dawns like a light; Mom's birthday is tomorrow. Crap. The old brain knew, the body knows ;I just somehow pushed it down.
I managed to get out of my funk this past week, S innocently asked last Sunday on Face Book "Who wants to go walkies?" Well BT and I did, we went Monday morning around the Dyke with five humans and four dogs. We went again on Wednesday on the log train trail with six humans and six dogs. It was nice to visit with friends I've woefully neglected these past couple years.
We started a FB page the HFZ (harness free zone) for the pups and their people. It's a take off on the BFZ I started years ago. We have pictures and video and it'll be nice to stay in touch through the page and the walks.
The Boy got penciled in at one of his jobs so it'll only be three of us for turkey on Monday, but that's ok, I'll make dog biscuits with the left overs (thanks for the recipe Drac) I'm actually almost souped out. I know, weird eh?
What am I thankful for? The usual, my kids #1, Buzz #1.1, friends that are getting medical care and some answers( finally) My Mom for putting up with *The Dad* long enough to have kids, and my critters, who oddly enough get me out of bed every morning.
I know I have mis-givings and I get moody and introspective around any family holiday, and then it dawns like a light; Mom's birthday is tomorrow. Crap. The old brain knew, the body knows ;I just somehow pushed it down.
I managed to get out of my funk this past week, S innocently asked last Sunday on Face Book "Who wants to go walkies?" Well BT and I did, we went Monday morning around the Dyke with five humans and four dogs. We went again on Wednesday on the log train trail with six humans and six dogs. It was nice to visit with friends I've woefully neglected these past couple years.
We started a FB page the HFZ (harness free zone) for the pups and their people. It's a take off on the BFZ I started years ago. We have pictures and video and it'll be nice to stay in touch through the page and the walks.
The Boy got penciled in at one of his jobs so it'll only be three of us for turkey on Monday, but that's ok, I'll make dog biscuits with the left overs (thanks for the recipe Drac) I'm actually almost souped out. I know, weird eh?
What am I thankful for? The usual, my kids #1, Buzz #1.1, friends that are getting medical care and some answers( finally) My Mom for putting up with *The Dad* long enough to have kids, and my critters, who oddly enough get me out of bed every morning.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Appearances
1.
the act or fact of appearing, as to the eye or mind or before the public: the unannounced appearance of dinner guests; the last appearance of Caruso in Aïda; her first appearance at a stockholders' meeting.
2.
the state, condition, manner, or style in which a person or object appears; outward look or aspect: a table of antique appearance; a man of noble appearance.
3.
outward show or seeming; semblance: to avoid the appearance of coveting an honor.
4.
Law. the coming into court of either party to a suit or action.
5.
appearances, outward impressions, indications, or circumstances: By all appearances, he enjoyed himself.
6.
Philosophy. the sensory, or phenomenal, aspect of existence to an observer.
7.
Archaic. an apparition.—Idioms
8.
keep up appearances, to maintain a public impression of decorum, prosperity, etc., despite reverses, unfavorable conditions, etc.: They tried to keep up appearances after losing all their money.
I watched MacKenzie Phillips last night on Larry King. After she answered all his questions forthwith and sincerely it appears that she was telling the truth. It appears that Papa John was a pretty lax Father in all things. He allowed her to hitch-hike and go to clubs when she was 14, she was offered a ride, took it and was raped. He gave her drugs, he had sex with her while outwardly appearing like a good old hippie.
MacKenzie on the other hand couldn't keep up appearances, she was fired (twice) by *One day at a time* for doing drugs, however the 2nd time she was caught Valerie Bertinelli was also doing drugs and based on her appearance (cute, innocent all American teen) she wasn't fired.
I have to commend MacKenzie for coming forward.
Take having Fibro for instance, I appear fine. No body parts falling off, no disfigurement, coughing, sneezing or bulbous lumps or rashes. People always assume I'm fine or faking because they say "Gee, you look good, you must be better!" Meanwhile under the outward appearance I'm a screaming, raging, achy, mess.
Same with serial rapists or pedophiles or wife(husband) murderers. You always hear from people (usually the Mother of the monster or the next door neighbor) "He/She was a model child."or "They were such quiet neighbors, we used to talk over the fence."
Take this Bishop Lahey for example, newly retired from Nova Scotia, entrusted with 15 million dollars to dole out to survivors of abuse perpetrated on kids by the Catholic Church. He was arrested yesterday for child pornography. He appeared to be a Grandfatherly, pious devout man, humbled by his responsibilities.
Roman Polanski is another example, he was charged and convicted of raping and sodomizing a minor in 1977. He pled guilty and scurried off to France before his sentencing. He appeared to be a young grieving widower. This case bugs me because CNN is continually saying "He has to come back to the States to face these charges of child rape." He already faced the charges, he was convicted, he needed to come back and receive his sentence and serve his time. He's already paid the Girl (she sued him) and she's publicly forgiven him.
I'm up in the air about flu shots too. They appear to help, we need them to get through this pandemic, but now the gov't is saying not to have your regular flu shot as it may up your percentage to get H1N1, but to have the H1N1 as soon as you can. aarrgg They appear to know what they're talking about, but they change their frigging advice every day. Apparently (this yesterday) seniors should have both.
I was watching CNN today and there was a fantastic story. This stranger/bystander entered a burning apartment building in the Bronx and pulled a trapped four year old boy out. He shielded him from smoke and sparks, got him a safe distance away and waited for the firemen. When they interviewed him I was shocked. He appeared to be a Goomba, right down to the gold jewellery and the accent, slicked back hair, and leather jacket. (I'm sure he was wearing a wire) Billy Cretan, you're a hero and thank you for not being what you appeared to be.
the act or fact of appearing, as to the eye or mind or before the public: the unannounced appearance of dinner guests; the last appearance of Caruso in Aïda; her first appearance at a stockholders' meeting.
2.
the state, condition, manner, or style in which a person or object appears; outward look or aspect: a table of antique appearance; a man of noble appearance.
3.
outward show or seeming; semblance: to avoid the appearance of coveting an honor.
4.
Law. the coming into court of either party to a suit or action.
5.
appearances, outward impressions, indications, or circumstances: By all appearances, he enjoyed himself.
6.
Philosophy. the sensory, or phenomenal, aspect of existence to an observer.
7.
Archaic. an apparition.—Idioms
8.
keep up appearances, to maintain a public impression of decorum, prosperity, etc., despite reverses, unfavorable conditions, etc.: They tried to keep up appearances after losing all their money.
I watched MacKenzie Phillips last night on Larry King. After she answered all his questions forthwith and sincerely it appears that she was telling the truth. It appears that Papa John was a pretty lax Father in all things. He allowed her to hitch-hike and go to clubs when she was 14, she was offered a ride, took it and was raped. He gave her drugs, he had sex with her while outwardly appearing like a good old hippie.
MacKenzie on the other hand couldn't keep up appearances, she was fired (twice) by *One day at a time* for doing drugs, however the 2nd time she was caught Valerie Bertinelli was also doing drugs and based on her appearance (cute, innocent all American teen) she wasn't fired.
I have to commend MacKenzie for coming forward.
Take having Fibro for instance, I appear fine. No body parts falling off, no disfigurement, coughing, sneezing or bulbous lumps or rashes. People always assume I'm fine or faking because they say "Gee, you look good, you must be better!" Meanwhile under the outward appearance I'm a screaming, raging, achy, mess.
Same with serial rapists or pedophiles or wife(husband) murderers. You always hear from people (usually the Mother of the monster or the next door neighbor) "He/She was a model child."or "They were such quiet neighbors, we used to talk over the fence."
Take this Bishop Lahey for example, newly retired from Nova Scotia, entrusted with 15 million dollars to dole out to survivors of abuse perpetrated on kids by the Catholic Church. He was arrested yesterday for child pornography. He appeared to be a Grandfatherly, pious devout man, humbled by his responsibilities.
Roman Polanski is another example, he was charged and convicted of raping and sodomizing a minor in 1977. He pled guilty and scurried off to France before his sentencing. He appeared to be a young grieving widower. This case bugs me because CNN is continually saying "He has to come back to the States to face these charges of child rape." He already faced the charges, he was convicted, he needed to come back and receive his sentence and serve his time. He's already paid the Girl (she sued him) and she's publicly forgiven him.
I'm up in the air about flu shots too. They appear to help, we need them to get through this pandemic, but now the gov't is saying not to have your regular flu shot as it may up your percentage to get H1N1, but to have the H1N1 as soon as you can. aarrgg They appear to know what they're talking about, but they change their frigging advice every day. Apparently (this yesterday) seniors should have both.
I was watching CNN today and there was a fantastic story. This stranger/bystander entered a burning apartment building in the Bronx and pulled a trapped four year old boy out. He shielded him from smoke and sparks, got him a safe distance away and waited for the firemen. When they interviewed him I was shocked. He appeared to be a Goomba, right down to the gold jewellery and the accent, slicked back hair, and leather jacket. (I'm sure he was wearing a wire) Billy Cretan, you're a hero and thank you for not being what you appeared to be.
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