Meg...
...What an adorable puppy! What breed is he?
He, Payton, is a boxer. He is either incredibly smart or incredibly
stupid...the juries still out on that one. He is lying at my feet as I type this. He loves me. He sleeps in my bed when I let him but I don’t let him stay long because he has been known to do a no-no now and again. One night he slept perfectly fine with me. The next, he ate the bottom out of my bed. Then he spent a month of nights in the crate. Then, I tried again. He was so good. He did jump off the bed once while I was on the phone, but I quickly called him back up on the bed. He was so good, I almost felt bad taking him back to the crate...until I stepped in the pee carpet with my socks on. My oldest used to set little pee carpet bombs for me. He wore a diaper but he would get up in the middle of the night, untape it and pee through the bars of his crib. Then he would tape it back up and go back to sleep. I didn’t have to step in too many of those messes before we lost both the diaper and the crib. Baby pee is bad enough but I don’t do animal pee.
And, the dog can do some serious damage, he isn’t too
much of a puppy. Well, he acts like one but he is close to 50 pounds.
And...he shows no signs of slowing down. I believe Payton is a mutant large boxer.
His parents weighed 70 and 80 pounds. This dog has a LOT of growing to do to fit those feet and that big dumb head of his. He keeps knocking it on things. He still tries, in the panic of the moment as I am chasing his bad ass down for some canine transgression, to hide in places he no longer fits. At one time, he could scamper easily under the bed. Every so often he still bangs his head trying. He used to be able to drive me nuts from under the coffee table. If there was nothing on it, I would just toss it over. But there was usually something on it so I had to play that, this side, no, that side, no, the other side game for a while. It was very annoying. But now, he bangs his "shoulder" area because he can’t get under the coffee table quickly enough. He has pretty much run out of hiding places because of his considerable size. And he is still growing.
Kids can cause a mess but they don’t do as much serious damage, at least not while they are very young...usually. My oldest The pee bonb kid) gave me a morning to remember.
I woke up and went to the baby first. I found her sitting in her crib with a half gallon of ice cream and a spoon. My oldest had effectively shut her up with Neapolitan ice cream. I went to the bathroom. The toilet water was orange. There was an empty jar of Tang on the floor next to the toilet. I was getting pretty nervous. As I walked through the hall, I noticed a brown handprint on the closet door. I walked into the kitchen and at first glance, it wasn’t so bad. I remember a lot of Cinnamon Life cereal on the floor and a bowl of it on the table. He seemed to have handled the milk O.K. He was about 3.
On the floor I noticed quite a mess. He had dumped all of my canisters out onto the floor, obviously sitting on the counter as he did it. There was flour, sugar, coffee and pennies, all in a large puddle. I say puddle because he peed all over the muddle he had caused. And it appeared as though he had done it a very long time before I woke up because those pennies were glued to the floor. I had to pry them off of the floor with a putty knife. I bet there is sugar, flour and little boy pee in super glue. Above the canisters, on cabinet was slightly ajar. I opened both of them and all of a sudden, a 3 pound box of vermicelli began streaming out of the box and onto the floor like Niagara Falls. I only made the mess worse trying to stop it.
After I stopped the pasta onslaught, I decided to open the refrigerator. I found the milk. It was all in the bottom of the refrigerator and a lot of it must have poured out after he shut the door because a bunch fell out onto my feet when I opened it. I found a can of chocolate sauce with fingerprints all around it. That explained the brown handprint
on the door. The chocolate was on it’s side like the milk so it had spilled
and leaked over every shelf below it to the bottom of the fridge. He stuck his chocolaty hands in the watermelon and ate it by the handful. Then I noticed that the eggs were missing. About that time, I heard him.
He was under the table, covered in Tang, chocolate sauce, watermelon seeds, flour, sugar, ice cream, and yes, eggs. He was sitting in the eggs which he had already broken and was slipping around under the table in his mess. I’ve never seen a dog get so creative. But I never laugh at what the dog does either. I had to laugh at my kid, or else I would have had to hurt him really, really bad.
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I LOVE the Blog People, the Blog People are good, the Blog People are my friends.
One of us, one of us. Gooble gobble, gooble gobble. LOL
Gooble gobble, gooble gobble? What the hell does that mean?
I hope I didn't make you feel bad. That wasn't my intent. The whole 'civic responsibility' thing is the sort of idea that once it enters your head, it's
hard to get it out again. It would be awful to have that understanding of the situation pop into your head after you've made a decision and put it into effect.
Oh my, of course I knew how you meant it. I ASK for ya’lls opinion so I
don’t mind one bit. If I don’t like it, I will tell you. Won’t I, Guy? I truly
appreciate when people take their time and write to me with it.
Well, I am having trouble getting to the blog server so I am going to try to fix that...back soon,
Meg
...What an adorable puppy! What breed is he?
He, Payton, is a boxer. He is either incredibly smart or incredibly
stupid...the juries still out on that one. He is lying at my feet as I type this. He loves me. He sleeps in my bed when I let him but I don’t let him stay long because he has been known to do a no-no now and again. One night he slept perfectly fine with me. The next, he ate the bottom out of my bed. Then he spent a month of nights in the crate. Then, I tried again. He was so good. He did jump off the bed once while I was on the phone, but I quickly called him back up on the bed. He was so good, I almost felt bad taking him back to the crate...until I stepped in the pee carpet with my socks on. My oldest used to set little pee carpet bombs for me. He wore a diaper but he would get up in the middle of the night, untape it and pee through the bars of his crib. Then he would tape it back up and go back to sleep. I didn’t have to step in too many of those messes before we lost both the diaper and the crib. Baby pee is bad enough but I don’t do animal pee.
And, the dog can do some serious damage, he isn’t too
much of a puppy. Well, he acts like one but he is close to 50 pounds.
And...he shows no signs of slowing down. I believe Payton is a mutant large boxer.
His parents weighed 70 and 80 pounds. This dog has a LOT of growing to do to fit those feet and that big dumb head of his. He keeps knocking it on things. He still tries, in the panic of the moment as I am chasing his bad ass down for some canine transgression, to hide in places he no longer fits. At one time, he could scamper easily under the bed. Every so often he still bangs his head trying. He used to be able to drive me nuts from under the coffee table. If there was nothing on it, I would just toss it over. But there was usually something on it so I had to play that, this side, no, that side, no, the other side game for a while. It was very annoying. But now, he bangs his "shoulder" area because he can’t get under the coffee table quickly enough. He has pretty much run out of hiding places because of his considerable size. And he is still growing.
Kids can cause a mess but they don’t do as much serious damage, at least not while they are very young...usually. My oldest The pee bonb kid) gave me a morning to remember.
I woke up and went to the baby first. I found her sitting in her crib with a half gallon of ice cream and a spoon. My oldest had effectively shut her up with Neapolitan ice cream. I went to the bathroom. The toilet water was orange. There was an empty jar of Tang on the floor next to the toilet. I was getting pretty nervous. As I walked through the hall, I noticed a brown handprint on the closet door. I walked into the kitchen and at first glance, it wasn’t so bad. I remember a lot of Cinnamon Life cereal on the floor and a bowl of it on the table. He seemed to have handled the milk O.K. He was about 3.
On the floor I noticed quite a mess. He had dumped all of my canisters out onto the floor, obviously sitting on the counter as he did it. There was flour, sugar, coffee and pennies, all in a large puddle. I say puddle because he peed all over the muddle he had caused. And it appeared as though he had done it a very long time before I woke up because those pennies were glued to the floor. I had to pry them off of the floor with a putty knife. I bet there is sugar, flour and little boy pee in super glue. Above the canisters, on cabinet was slightly ajar. I opened both of them and all of a sudden, a 3 pound box of vermicelli began streaming out of the box and onto the floor like Niagara Falls. I only made the mess worse trying to stop it.
After I stopped the pasta onslaught, I decided to open the refrigerator. I found the milk. It was all in the bottom of the refrigerator and a lot of it must have poured out after he shut the door because a bunch fell out onto my feet when I opened it. I found a can of chocolate sauce with fingerprints all around it. That explained the brown handprint
on the door. The chocolate was on it’s side like the milk so it had spilled
and leaked over every shelf below it to the bottom of the fridge. He stuck his chocolaty hands in the watermelon and ate it by the handful. Then I noticed that the eggs were missing. About that time, I heard him.
He was under the table, covered in Tang, chocolate sauce, watermelon seeds, flour, sugar, ice cream, and yes, eggs. He was sitting in the eggs which he had already broken and was slipping around under the table in his mess. I’ve never seen a dog get so creative. But I never laugh at what the dog does either. I had to laugh at my kid, or else I would have had to hurt him really, really bad.
Fear the Blog People!
I LOVE the Blog People, the Blog People are good, the Blog People are my friends.
One of us, one of us. Gooble gobble, gooble gobble. LOL
Gooble gobble, gooble gobble? What the hell does that mean?
I hope I didn't make you feel bad. That wasn't my intent. The whole 'civic responsibility' thing is the sort of idea that once it enters your head, it's
hard to get it out again. It would be awful to have that understanding of the situation pop into your head after you've made a decision and put it into effect.
Oh my, of course I knew how you meant it. I ASK for ya’lls opinion so I
don’t mind one bit. If I don’t like it, I will tell you. Won’t I, Guy? I truly
appreciate when people take their time and write to me with it.
Well, I am having trouble getting to the blog server so I am going to try to fix that...back soon,
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 8:18 AM
1 Comments:
Hey, Meg.
Pardon the nonsequitur, but I've been out of the loop for a bit, and it's amazing how quickly a thread disappears while you're gone. I don't know if the tax-refund-for-charges issue is a done deal, but when I was reading about it, it seems to me that what you are being asked to do is not PUSH the issue of his trial, versus dropping the charges altogether. Does that mean you will not testify against him? I'm not sure, but I believe that most counties have a policy of not letting domestic violence charges be dropped, even if the spouse gets suckered into doing so (the "I'll never do it again, I didn't mean it [until next time]" routine). Even if there is not a conviction because you didn't take an active role in the conviction, I think the charges will remain on his record. I may be wrong, so please check on this before you buy into it, but it would be worth checking into, especially if the stuff still sticks AND you get something out of it. Sometimes you just have to be practical. I've been in situations where there was no money, no car, no foreseeable future IN the foreseeable future, so I know whereof I speak in that respect.
Nonsequiting further, yes, we really should meet sometime -- nitro and glycerin at the Marietta Diner. Wouldn't that be a riot?! My mother and her friend were here this week, and I took them there their last night here. They loved it.
I, too, am thrilled that baseball season is back. Although I am a die-hard Braves fan, one of the prized items in my baseball shrine is a copy of the sheet music to "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" signed (mimeographed, no doubt) by Chicago Cub announcer, the late, great Harry Caray.
Have a good weekend, Meg.
- Anne
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