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Posts tagged “Dog

A Funny Kind of Line

When we brought Zlina down to the Elysium Fields (the new name of her new residence), we knew that it was going to be difficult, but frankly it’s been harder than we expected.

Dogs take up a lot of space – much more than our cats do. Being more social than our cats, Zlina demands attention in a different way than the Bug (cat #1), whose incessant cries can be halted by picking her up. Zlina, on the other hand, isn’t so much about being petted. She wants to play. She wants to walk. She wants to sniff and chase balls and play tug-of-war.

What's that? You want to do something fun RIGHT NOW?

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Big Boy Pants v. Douchewaffle

It’s not that this is an especially crappy weekend, it’s just a generally crappy weekend. Because of a job I’ve got at the end of the month (good news! freelance work!), we can’t go to Lisa’s family’s place over Thanksgiving (bad news!). Thanksgiving was when we were planning on bequeathing our dog to her parents, and since we won’t be going down then, Lisa drove her sister, visiting from Alaska (good news! fun visitors!), down yesterday. With the dog (bad news – two weeks early). With no Lisa and no dog, just me and the cats, it is a remarkably Quiet Household.

This is the dog that is going away. Lisa is coming back.

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Happy-Sad

Moving more things.

Moving more things means packing things from the House into a Cargo Van.

Then re-packing the Cargo Van in the rain.

Then driving through the rain and then the sun to Missouri.

Missouri is where our Dog has spent the past four weeks and will spend the coming four to six weeks at Puppy Summer Camp, following around Sheriff Ham (dad-in-law), who dribbles hamburger and bacon from his pockets.

I am Happy to see the Dog. Happy like this. (more…)


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Work. Weather. Weary.

The house is looking smashing. It is on the market. These are good things. My crew of irregulars is beginning to dry up. This is not so good. Alvaro’s off to Houston. Brooklyn is teaching. Josh might be getting a Real Job. There are many things I can tackle solo, but standing up a 40′ extension ladder is not one of them. I can’t take it down by myself, either.

Shingles!For the record, that’s just an A-frame ladder up there. Not a 40′ extension ladder, which is what we use to get to the peak of the gable.

The interior of the house is done, which means that all of the rest of my work is weather-dependent. The 10-day forecast? Rain. Except for thunderstorms.

I’m living up in Milwaukee six days a week right now – I generally pull half days on Saturday so that I can get home, do three loads of laundry, and spend my Sundays paying bills and crunching numbers for how the job is going. Lisa’s working in the ‘burbs 5 days a week with a 70 minute commute, so last week and this I’ve got the dog with me.

Smelly puppyThis is her on our drive to and from Chicago on Wednesday, after she’d farted herself to sleep. In my truck cab.

Nice.

This is her taking the wheel after I’ve been dawdling too long.

All of which is to say – the whole family is pretty freaking tired, even though we’re fairly excited and pleased with how everything is moving.

And! I got back comments from my latest beta reader, so I’m going through edits (sloooowwwly) on A Watchful Eye. I’m hoping that picks me up enough that I can think about going back to writing on the next one again, at some point.