This weekend was crappy. One teenager in a shitty mood sucks, two will find me thinking of leaving on a Greyhound.
The weather was nice, however, meaning no rain for a change. I got a lot done despite the door slamming by the aforementioned spawn. I even cleaned my house in my wedding dress Saturday due to a lack of clean laundry. It was a perfect mood lifter as the neighbors were all out and every time I took the dog for a walk or the garbage out they commented on my appearance. It almost made me want to paint my face and wear a pair of fuck me pumps as well.
My weekend was brightened by a present from a woman in California.
Maggie is nine months old now. She is no longer my tiny puppy, but she still crawls onto my lap. She asks that no one notices the fact that she brought yet another rock in from outside, leaving this one beside her on the couch. She’s had a thing for rocks since I first got her, and I don’t need to hear another scary story about that friend of your sister whose dog had to have a rock surgically removed from its body and it cost $10,000. I’ve already heard that story several times and now I fear not only rocks but my savings account balance as well.
Itty Bitty is no longer so itty. Now I can call him Big Bitty, B. Bitty , Puff Bitty, P. Bitty etc. I hope he starts a successful rap career soon. Note the very light sprinkling of catnip on his head. He has just discovered the joys of the herb. I blame peer pressure from the older cats.
Comment by Michelle W.
February 18, 2008 @ 10:50 pm
Tammy…that is so funny about Maggie because I, too, had a German Shepard that was obsessed with rocks. His name was King, and he would literally hold a rock in his mouth until someone threw another one or he had to eat. It was insane. He was the best dog in the world…of course, I was only eight…but to me he was perfect.
Oh, and I would go with P.Bitty…that’s the cutest!! My puppy is called so many names, Le-La/Ch-weenie/Ch-wolf/Hamster. Isn’t that funny how people evolve the names of their pets? Or People for that matter?
Comment by Tammy
February 19, 2008 @ 11:24 am
Hi Michele!
I owe you an email. I’ll try to do that today. We had a St. Bernard when I was a child but this rock obsession is new to me. It’s funny to hear that your German Shepard did the same thing. I have tried giving her balls or something else to carry in her mouth but she will drop all in favor of a rock. The only thing she seems to like better is ice. If I drop a cube accidentally, she will run from wherever she is in the house to try to get it.
Itty Bitty’s name started out as Connor. My husband named him and then I started calling him the itty bitty kitty because he was so tiny and things went from there.
I hope that you are doing well.
Comment by cynthea
February 19, 2008 @ 7:33 pm
Man, that is a good lookin’ puppy dog. I love her studied “please do not notice the rock, nothing to look at here” nonchalance.
You might be able to tell I have a large fondness for German Shepherds.
You know, we live in the same area of the country and wasn’t the weather nice? I got a SHIT TON of stuff done in the yard. I’m feeling down right well-adjusted and upstanding.
I love your writing, keep on please.
Comment by Tammy
February 20, 2008 @ 3:09 am
Hi Cynthea,
I know, wasn’t the weather a wonderful change? I divided my time between working inside and out. It is a good thing I didn’t go near a plant nursery, as I would have been tempted to spend the entire week’s grocery budget on plants. My daffodils are coming up!
I will always keep on with the writing, somehow. Life gets in the way for me to update as much as I would like to.
Thanks for the nice words.
Tammy
Comment by Denise
February 20, 2008 @ 2:59 pm
Well, if it cheers you up any, my sister’s dog ate a small rock years ago while I was walking her (”Drop it!” I said, when she picked it up. And I could SEE her thinking, “Hey, if I swallow it, the bad lady can’t take it away!”). The good news is that I found it the next day on the stairs with my bare foot, along with the pom-pom from my sister’s ski hat. So SOMETIMES these things come right back out the way they went in, without expensive medical assistance.
Comment by Tammy
February 20, 2008 @ 4:26 pm
Thanks Denise. I’ve never heard a story that resulted in a rock appearing on the other end. The pom-pom just makes that story for me. That is only because it’s not my bare foot, of course.
Comment by Belle
February 20, 2008 @ 7:17 pm
I would have loved to have seen you cleaning in your wedding dress….what a hoot.
And fuck me pumps? Oh, yeah, it has been like forever since I’ve had any of those. I think we are both due for a pair, don’t you?
Comment by Tammy
February 21, 2008 @ 4:08 am
Belle, let’s go shoe shopping. I don’t even own heels anymore. I need a spa day so desperately. I haven’t even carved out the time to get my hair trimmed. It’s so ridiculous.
Part of the reason I wore my wedding dress was the laundry situation, the other part was that I didn’t dare go into my room to find something to wear in fear of waking Alex. After the fire that wasn’t episode I don’t want to be blamed for another sleepless day. Usually I am up and dressed before he gets home, but I’d slept in. I want my own bedroom. Seriously.