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a hunting I shall go
Jul. 31st, 2017 08:49 amOooh, it's been nice and chilly (comparatively speaking) for the last two mornings. I know I'm going to cry bitterly when summer comes raging back, but it feels like fall this morning. I only wish the dog was up to her old ways of walking so I could've more easily enjoyed it. I know I could have gone for a walk myself, but she'd spent the last hour doing the whine of I'm lonely and it didn't seem quite right to ditch her right after I woke up.
For those who didn't catch it in one of my blatherings, the dog is getting up there in years and has basically stopped taking normal walks. She goes out, does her thing, and then flumps down on the ground and waits to be dragged back inside. Ideally I think she's hoping that one of us will just sit down beside her and let her sit out there for hours but yeah, summer. No. I did let her do a smaller version of this when I took her out this morning though.
Yesterday, inspired by the cooler weather, I cleaned her corner of the living room, including mopping the floor where her bed is. I hate mopping. LOATHE IT. But it wasn't so bad until I realized this mop pretty much expected you to wring it out by hand. Oh, mop. Anyway, the floor looked amazing and I cleaned the walls and cabinet doors and basically it was lovely and I am still very pleased with myself. Why, oh why, did I do all this? Because I'd ordered her a new bed (her old one was looking funky and she'd ripped a few holes in it) and wanted it to have a chance at staying nice. I was also a little worried because she's pretty picky about her beds. She likes the ones I get at work (which is the type I was replacing) but everything else is a crapshoot, honestly. She had one that took her four months to start to like even a little bit.
I needn't have worried. While she ignored it before I went up for my nap yesterday afternoon, when I came back down I was told she'd found it and been napping there for hours. The good news is that this one has a washable cover while the last few... not so much.
It's strange, but I've always viewed myself as a cat person. I will always view myself that way. But when I think of a time sometime in the future where the dog won't be here (and I'm not stupid, I know the day is coming far sooner than I would like to admit) I ponder the idea of another dog. I figured my life with dogs would pretty much come to an end whenever she goes to visit Dad but now I'm not so sure. Huh.
Anyway, on a less morbid note, behold my birthday gift from my brother:
Don't look too closely at the eyes because whoa, are they a little freaky when you gaze at both at once. But when it's just one? Totally cute. Also, completely appropriate to be a little off putting for a Halloween thing. :D The skelly bits glow in the dark and- this is the big thing- it's exactly what I asked/hoped for.
This leads me to my plan for the day: I believe I shall go Halloween hunting. I've heard from various people online, including locals, that it's pretty much safe to hit a small list of stores and so I shall. (Clearly Cracker Barrel, where my doggy was purchased, is on the ball.)
I know I say this far too often, but good lord do I love Halloween. Heck, I love this time of year all the way through New Year's, actually.
BBW has started putting their Halloween stuff online. Slowly. Ever slowly. But the two wallflower plugins are screaming my name so loud that it's taking all my self control not to listen. I mean, lookit:
*grabby hands*
I'm a little less enthused by their fall stuff so far, but half of that is because it takes me a stupidly long time to figure out what's actually new and what just has a new name and also because the candle packaging this year (and other things as well) is so very, very yawn inducing. Last year I had to resist the urge to buy ALL THE THINGS because the packaging was so damn cute and this year's crop is like they didn't even try.
For those who didn't catch it in one of my blatherings, the dog is getting up there in years and has basically stopped taking normal walks. She goes out, does her thing, and then flumps down on the ground and waits to be dragged back inside. Ideally I think she's hoping that one of us will just sit down beside her and let her sit out there for hours but yeah, summer. No. I did let her do a smaller version of this when I took her out this morning though.
Yesterday, inspired by the cooler weather, I cleaned her corner of the living room, including mopping the floor where her bed is. I hate mopping. LOATHE IT. But it wasn't so bad until I realized this mop pretty much expected you to wring it out by hand. Oh, mop. Anyway, the floor looked amazing and I cleaned the walls and cabinet doors and basically it was lovely and I am still very pleased with myself. Why, oh why, did I do all this? Because I'd ordered her a new bed (her old one was looking funky and she'd ripped a few holes in it) and wanted it to have a chance at staying nice. I was also a little worried because she's pretty picky about her beds. She likes the ones I get at work (which is the type I was replacing) but everything else is a crapshoot, honestly. She had one that took her four months to start to like even a little bit.
I needn't have worried. While she ignored it before I went up for my nap yesterday afternoon, when I came back down I was told she'd found it and been napping there for hours. The good news is that this one has a washable cover while the last few... not so much.
It's strange, but I've always viewed myself as a cat person. I will always view myself that way. But when I think of a time sometime in the future where the dog won't be here (and I'm not stupid, I know the day is coming far sooner than I would like to admit) I ponder the idea of another dog. I figured my life with dogs would pretty much come to an end whenever she goes to visit Dad but now I'm not so sure. Huh.
Anyway, on a less morbid note, behold my birthday gift from my brother:
Don't look too closely at the eyes because whoa, are they a little freaky when you gaze at both at once. But when it's just one? Totally cute. Also, completely appropriate to be a little off putting for a Halloween thing. :D The skelly bits glow in the dark and- this is the big thing- it's exactly what I asked/hoped for.
This leads me to my plan for the day: I believe I shall go Halloween hunting. I've heard from various people online, including locals, that it's pretty much safe to hit a small list of stores and so I shall. (Clearly Cracker Barrel, where my doggy was purchased, is on the ball.)
I know I say this far too often, but good lord do I love Halloween. Heck, I love this time of year all the way through New Year's, actually.
BBW has started putting their Halloween stuff online. Slowly. Ever slowly. But the two wallflower plugins are screaming my name so loud that it's taking all my self control not to listen. I mean, lookit:
*grabby hands*
I'm a little less enthused by their fall stuff so far, but half of that is because it takes me a stupidly long time to figure out what's actually new and what just has a new name and also because the candle packaging this year (and other things as well) is so very, very yawn inducing. Last year I had to resist the urge to buy ALL THE THINGS because the packaging was so damn cute and this year's crop is like they didn't even try.
