I wanted to post a picture of a chicken with it’s head cut off since my life at the moment makes me feel like I’m running around like the proverbial…
Unfortuantely there are no cute cartoony pictures of the image mentioned above on Google Images. If one of you decide to get creative with Photoshop feel free to hook a sister up. In the meantime, I’ve spent the past weekend chasing dogs. Literally. And making them run. *evil grin*
As I said in my only other sad and lonely blog this weekend (sorry HZ, I know I’m slacking), my friend Dee has two dogs and I’ve been absorbing as much “dog time” as humanly possible.
There is nothing quite as effective as a little dog with pleading eyes standing in front of a basket of toys begging *throw the toy.* My dog died almost two years ago and though I am far too responsible to get a dog now with my crazy-busy lifestyle…
I miss my dog.
A LOT.
So after two days throwing toys for several hours a day I came home two pounds lighter (probably unrelated but who cares!). I also remembered several things I’d conveniently forgotten about dog ownership.
1) You can never take enough walks. And I have no idea why they are called “walks” when it primarily consists of me either chasing the dog as it drags me on the leash or standing there watching her sniff.
2) I’d forgotten that a substantial part of dog ownership involves watching other creature’s poo and then putting that poo in plastic baggies and carrying it home.
3) You can never throw the ball/stuffed animal/chew toy enough times. Ever.
4) No matter how exhausted your dog is the sound of a squeaky toy is like pure adrenaline.
5) There is no better feeling on earth then the look on a dog’s face when you walk in the door after a long day. It makes you feel 10 feet tall and invincible.
6) Even if you have exhausted your dog you will find that the dog will never be tired of you. Her resting place will probably be on your lap, over your laptop if that option is available. You didn’t think you were free did you?
7) Nothing sucks more then returning home to a dogless house.
Tags: CarbKiller, Dog moms, pooches rock
Is there any sound any louder than the sound of silence when you go home to a dogless house? They are SO MUCH work, but what I get in return is unequaled love.
I’d die without my babies. Hubs is great, but Maggie and Jill? They own part of my heart.
this is a great blog, CK. And I have a little black pug I’ll gladly loan out to you…
you’re right, I couldn’t be away from her. She was made from my heart.
Hugs…I’d let you borrow one of my cats but then you’d sneeze and need an epi pen and forget all the love for things furry.
Oh honey… you will have a dog again some time soon.