Quick post:
My younger dog is blind; my older dog is deaf. Older dog was asleep on the floor; younger dog was asleep on the couch directly above older dog. Younger dog decided to jump to the floor. Older dog can't hear younger dog jump; younger dog can't see what's below him.
Result: Younger dog scares crap out of older dog; older dog growls at younger dog; younger dog still doesn't know what he did.
LMAO.
Like I said... I know it shouldn't have made me laugh. Yet... *giggle*
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I want to go baaaack!
Hello. Long time no blog.
A quick update: I went on a mini-vacation. The kind that didn't involve a hospital bed, and tests, and machines that made loud noises. The kind that included Manfriend, and roses, and wonderful food, and just the two of us away from work and stress. It was heaven.
Oh, yeah - and it was the first time away with Manfriend. It was fantastic. I didn't plan a damn thing. He took care of it all. The place was just perfect for a short-stay getaway. I have to say, I felt very spoiled. The place was delightful. There was a fireplace in the room. Very cozy. I had a massage one day. The breakfasts were phenomenal.
And people, please: they had Ghirardelli hot chocolate and home-made marshmallows. I was ready to move in!
Oh, and there were sheep. They were interesting. I thought sheep made peaceful 'baaaa' sounds. No. They make "MWOOOOAARR" sounds. Scared the crap out of me. Oh, yeah - and they run. FAST.
The last day of our mini getaway, I was determined to take pictures of the sheep. Mostly, they stayed inside their sheep house. We were surprised there was more than one sheep, actually. I walked over to the fence, and started to snap pictures of the four of them in their sheep house. Awww, pretty!
Then, Manfriend says, "Um...do sheep charge?" And I reply, "That's ridicu..."
MWOOOOARRR!
I turn around, and one of the sheep is galloping toward the fence. Galloping!
He stopped at the fence, and then just stared at me. I think it was the shutter click of my camera that had him curious. I said hello. He stared. (I was so tempted to pet him, but really - he was pretty dirty and covered in hay.) Then a second one came out to see what I was, and decidedly uninterested, he went over and had himself a drink of water. The third one, a short, fat, snow white sheep, walked about half way out and stared at me. He looked like a mix between a bull and a sheep. I called him Bullsheep. Yes, I know. It's not original. But to me it was funny.
The fourth one could have cared less and remained in his sheep house.
I'm telling you, I could have holed up at this place (not the sheep house...you know what I mean) for quite some time. I didn't want to leave.
We have to go back, Manfriend. Do you hear me? We have to go baaaaaaack!
A quick update: I went on a mini-vacation. The kind that didn't involve a hospital bed, and tests, and machines that made loud noises. The kind that included Manfriend, and roses, and wonderful food, and just the two of us away from work and stress. It was heaven.
Oh, yeah - and it was the first time away with Manfriend. It was fantastic. I didn't plan a damn thing. He took care of it all. The place was just perfect for a short-stay getaway. I have to say, I felt very spoiled. The place was delightful. There was a fireplace in the room. Very cozy. I had a massage one day. The breakfasts were phenomenal.
And people, please: they had Ghirardelli hot chocolate and home-made marshmallows. I was ready to move in!
Oh, and there were sheep. They were interesting. I thought sheep made peaceful 'baaaa' sounds. No. They make "MWOOOOAARR" sounds. Scared the crap out of me. Oh, yeah - and they run. FAST.The last day of our mini getaway, I was determined to take pictures of the sheep. Mostly, they stayed inside their sheep house. We were surprised there was more than one sheep, actually. I walked over to the fence, and started to snap pictures of the four of them in their sheep house. Awww, pretty!
Then, Manfriend says, "Um...do sheep charge?" And I reply, "That's ridicu..."
MWOOOOARRR!
I turn around, and one of the sheep is galloping toward the fence. Galloping!
He stopped at the fence, and then just stared at me. I think it was the shutter click of my camera that had him curious. I said hello. He stared. (I was so tempted to pet him, but really - he was pretty dirty and covered in hay.) Then a second one came out to see what I was, and decidedly uninterested, he went over and had himself a drink of water. The third one, a short, fat, snow white sheep, walked about half way out and stared at me. He looked like a mix between a bull and a sheep. I called him Bullsheep. Yes, I know. It's not original. But to me it was funny.
The fourth one could have cared less and remained in his sheep house.
I'm telling you, I could have holed up at this place (not the sheep house...you know what I mean) for quite some time. I didn't want to leave.
We have to go back, Manfriend. Do you hear me? We have to go baaaaaaack!
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