As we know, Maddie has some thuggish tendencies when we go to the dog park. Usually we can distract her enough to get her out of these situations and usually most dogs don’t want to fight.
Tonight Maddie finally got her ass kicked, she’s got probably 7 or 8 little bloody cuts on her face, including a puncture that goes through her ear. I cleaned her off and put ointment on everything and lectured her, “see, this is what happens when you provoke dogs to fight. This is not how I want to spend my sunday evening, cleaning your wounds. Do you think I like doing this?” and so on.
She was incredibly calm the whole time. I think she just liked the attention. The worst part of this whole ordeal is Ghengis saw Maddie fighting this dog and had to jump in. Ghengis is not a big dog and certainly not a fighter at all. While unhurt, he got his ass kicked and squealed like a little girl. I don’t want Ghengis fighting just because he sees Maddie doing it.
So, instead of enrolling Ghengis in obedience classes this month, I guess Maddie will be going. Ghengis is just a jovial jackass, but Maddie is actually going to get hurt.
Let’s see…in other news
David came home last night and there was much rejoicing and celebration!
I made rosemary garlic foccacia in the bread machine and then cinnamon rolls for breakfast. I had hoped to also make some pumpkin bread but I’m not sure if I’ll get that in tonight.
I finished one crochet motif and I am working on another now, then I’ll work on the scarf.
I lost the cord to my camera so the process of downloading pics to my machine has me pulling the card from my camera and sticking it in his and downloading from there. I guess i need to get a card reader or a new cord or something. I should probably get the cord so I can still print directly from the camera. I hate when I lose things like this. I haven’t seen anything suspect in the dog’s poop so I’m at a loss.
And with that, I will bid you a good night.
Category Archives: Doogles
jackass evolved
Ghengis was a rambunctious puppy, an energetic bundle too muscular for his size, too compact for his output. Of course, all puppies have more energy than you can deal with, but Ghengis’ energy combined with his smaller size and concentrated muscles made him a force to be reckoned with. He was 9 months old when I first started dating David, he was at the height of his ‘pain in the assedness’ and that combined with his jealousy at this new person taking over his position as my special little guy.
It took some months, but he calmed down.
Now he’s a chill little fella who cuddles with me when I crochet, allows his stuffed toys to exist longer than 32 minutes, sometimes they live up to 8 or 12 days! Sometimes he naps with them. I suspect he does this just because he knows it will cause me to squeal with delight and shower him with little puppy kisses.
I spend too much time analyzing my dogs. I wish you could see them now, full bellied on Purina One, curled up together on the sofa next to me as I prepare to embark on another baby blanket to scarf conversion adventure.
SECRET SANTA
Aw Crap! The ThinkBlank Secret Santa names came ou today, complete with url’s so our secret santas could get to know us and all I have is Depressy McDepressesalot crap up here!
Dear Secret Santa Person,
I’m usually a very happy person! And joyous! And not so much the emo-kid displayed on this page!
Look…dogs!!
With much love
h
mecha streissand
It is bitterly cold, but sunny out this joyful thanksgiving.
This is my obligatory “whatI am thankful for” post.
1) I am thankful for my family. Unlike you suckers, I got to choose my family. I am thankful for their quirkiness and their generosity, for the stories that fill my soul and memories. Most importantly, I am thankful that they chose me as well, and that they continue to put up with me through my moods, my confoundedness and my overwhelming nature. They don’t have to put up with me, and yet they do for some inexplicable reason.
2) I am thankful for the joy inside me. This joy is internal and has nothing to do with the people around me. Surely I am surrounded by the happiest mix of people and dogs and family one could ask for, but I know this for sure, even if there is a shake up in my life and I lose those people I love and adore, there will still be joy inside me, after the sadness and there will always be my future.
3) How can I not mention David here. Yet another that puts up with me and my petulant moods, my demands, my chronic indecision. He sticks around, he laughs that big laugh when i try to explain how things should be in my view of the world, he makes up songs about trains that go to the moon and he eats my cooking!
4) To makes things even more mushy, let’s talk about my dogs! It’s no exaggeration to say that Ghengis saved my life last year after the break up. He required my attention, he required my focus. he needed to be taken care of and he needed me to stick around, to not drive to the ocean and drink vodka tonics while staring at the surf until my liver gave out. He reminded me to laugh and he reminded me that there was loyalty in this world after all. Then there’s dear Maddie, the definition of sweet, innocent and lovely all bundled in velvety fur and her giant head. I must be patient with her, but the rewards are indescribable.
5) I can cook. Not only can I cook, but it is a gift that I can give other people and they can enjoy it as well. After talking to many people,, i know how lucky I am to be able to invent recipes, to have the instinct to know what disparate ingredients would actually compliment each other. But, also, i do not take myself too seriously in the kitchen. I can appreciate the flavors of a sheep’s milk blue cheese or the concentrated intensity of a good molé, but also, I really really really like cheetohs! David tells me that one day my heart will burst right out of my chest for how poorly I eat sometimes, he’s probably right, but I dn’t mind because there is rarely a bite of anything I eat that is not savored fully, be it a roasted pear, lamb in a buerre rouge sauce or potato chips and cheap french onion dip. I’d give up not a single bite.
I’m off to finish the dishes and dinner.
Go hug somebody and smile.
largesse
This is going to be an extremely long post. I’m sorry about that. This is the problem with being 1) goofily happy with someone and 2) recovering from ugly sickness. These things are unrelated, but both keep me too pre-occupied to post. So, this will be long, but I will try to divide it up so you can read it in chunks!
Risotto
I made a curried buternut squash risotto on thursday night. It was different, but entirely delicious. A 1.5 pound butternut squash, half of it was roasted face down, the other have cut into 1/4″ dice and tossed with olive oil, salt, pepper, and garam masala and roasted until crispy. The regular roasted squash was mashed up and added to the almost mostly done risotto, the diced was added at the end. I used half veggie broth and half water with a dollop of mild curry paste (indian style, not thai). I want to make it again, but next time not veggie broth, the reduction of the broth was too too rich.
Risotto pt:2
This is a pointless ramble about this one time I had really bad risotto. Went to dinner at Sydney’s once. Sydney’s is supposed to be one of those upscale restaurants with smart and trendy dishes, the reality is that their menu has a number of upscale, smart and trendy words and phrases printed on it, but the kitchen is full of second rate ingredients, pre packaged, boil in bag food and uninspired, untrained grill jockeys. I ordered the smoked chicken and dried cherry risotto, I had foolishly high hopes. Now, risotto, as we all know, is a rice dish. the word risotto means ‘tasty and comforting bowl of rice food that is kind of tedious to make but the results far exceed any time spent over the stove”. Sydney’s never got the memo. The dish I was served had SOME rice, but mostly it had overly sweetened dried cherries and 12 pounds of ‘chicken’ cooked some weeks before on the mother shipped, smoke flavored and vacuum packed before shipped to earth. It was horrid. I learned a brightly valuable lesson. Why am I telling you this? who the hell knows.
Secret Confessions
Friday night we headed to Bryant Lake Bowl to see the Secret Confessions show with the Mean Sisters. Very cute, lots of fun. Sadly, the waiter brought our beer but never came back fr our food order. That’s fine, after the show, David and I headed over to the Longfellow Grill instead. I had me the Elvis burger (best burger in town by far). Friday night ended up being a date. I love dates. I love dates in that stupid, goofy romantic way.
Love them.
Ganymede Elegy
I finally re-purchased the Cowboy Bebop DVD’s. Quite an investment, you can’t really get the 6 dvd set anymore, they sell the shitty 3 dvd set and I really did not want that. I held out and finally found the set for a reasonable price on eBay. Good price for the brand new set, but the shipping took for-fucking-ever! Started watching them. I’d forgotten how much I loved Cowboy Bebop. Now I get to veg out to Cowboy Bebop as much as possible.
�Cachapas!
Another wonderful breakfast at Maria’s eating corn pancakes (cachapas), this time with James (as he needed a ride to the airport). I forgot to order the single pancake so I ended up with the double and having way more food than I could eat. Are there enough superlatives in the world to describe cachapas? No.
El Doggies
of course I write about the dogs, I love the dogs, the dogs rock hard. Dog park for a while, but not long enough. Maddie does okay for a bit but becomes overwhelmed and thugs out on the other dogs. Levi happened to be there with Milo and Bela, Hooray! Ghengis LOVES Milo, they’re very evenly matched (for now, Milo is only 6 months old, eventually he will get to be too big). We’ll have to start bringing Ghengis to the park without Maddie every once in a while. I like getting Maddie out there to socialize her and exercise her, but being there for only 20 or 30 minutes is not enough for Ghengis. We’ll keep working on it though. Ghengis also got to play with a coupld of dachshunds for a while, they were so damned CUTE.
Rabbits!
Went to see Wallace and Gromit last night (I know I know, it’s late, I always see movies late). It was good, but I think they do better with short form. It just wasn’t as tight as their other stuff. Still, though, It was cute and fun and the theatre was full of cute kids.
BABYSITTERS
Last night, David and I cuddled up in bed and listened to the This American Life archives. Shopping, life in the navy and babysitting, those were the topics we hit last night. It was kind of like a date only it involved maximum cuddles and falling asleep with my face on his chest.
El Doggies Pt:2
We also played a game with Ghengis last night called “In other parts of the world”. We let him know that in other parts of the world, small brown doggies are not allowed to take up so much pillow real estate and in other parts of the world small brown doggies are eaten for dinner and in other parts of the world small brown doggies are beaten in their sleep for no reason. Ghengis is a good small brown doggie and he took it all with good humor. Maddie, on the other hand just tries to get as much cuddling as possible.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
Today was cake and ice cream at my dad’s for his birthday. We got him monster movies and champaign and it was fun for all!
Meatball
For whatever reason I was in the mood for italian food, not real italian food (but also not Olive Garden), I was in the mood for red sauce and noodles and italian sausage and all that. We went to Vescios in Dinkytown. I got exactly what I was craving, a huge huge plate of rigatoni with generic red sauce, italian sausage and a scoop of ricotta cheese. The salad was straight up iceberg lettuce with canned olives and boring dressing, the bread was 2 degrees from wonder bread. It was not authentic, it was fabulous.
When we left, David hit the nail on the head, the place has the ambiance of an old tractor tire. It’s so old school. Dark panelling, uncomfortable molded veneer booths, I even saw them pouring red sauce into the big pot from a giant bucket. This is the kind of place your grandparents went to for Italian food and they thought they were in for a treat. Sadly, the prices did not reflect the atmosphere or the lack of effort, it still cost $36 for dinner and we only had water to drink. Oh well, we probably won’t go back again, but I have enough leftovers in the fridge.
puke
Came home to 5 piles of dog puke on the floor. What the fuck, doggies? Seriously.
so long
I apologize for the length (and this is the edited version, I didn’t even tell you about the cranky pharmacist with the cold sore and practiced disinterest). I’ll try to be updating more often, I just need to find the time and wherewithal!