Dull Moments

We've been busy. We've had repair people coming through the house. We've had a lot go on. But this face. Is so sweet. Is always loyal, trusting, and faithful. Never holds a grudge. Makes me forgive him even when he's been a pain. Somedays, this face gives me just a little bit of sanity when I can't find any. PS: As a doggie-momma, I constantly amazed at how much people love Otis. Family, friends, guests, the repair guy, people we walk by in the neighborhood adore  this dog. I guess he's one of the many things I take for granted. Sorry, buddy. I'll try to be better.

+ We have moved! We are so thankful everyday that we found a home we truly love. We wake up everyday thinking, "We really get to live here?" + Otis has done well adjusting. I need to write a post about how funny he has been lately. He is definitely the king of our castle (read: spoiled-rotten-dog). +I have been really sick . Not like, the sniffles sick. Not like, just this week sick. Like, on steroids to BREATHE sick. I have a follow-up appointment today and I'm hoping for good news. Being sick has made me so tired. My energy level is at about 50%, all the time. This has led me to understand several new things, including that dust on the floor won't offend anyone, it's ok not to shower everyday, we can just leave the clean laundry in the basket and grab it as we need it, and there is nothing like watching TV for hours on end when you feel terrible. Take that, Type A Me. +Art! I just finished reading "The Butterfly Mosque" and "The Historian". I...

Ah, summer. I love heat. Heat heat heat. Robert makes fun of because it's 100 degrees outside, and I was almost in tears last night when my heating pad stopped working. My feet get cold when we watch TV, okay? And I don't like socks in the summer, so don't even try. Apparently, Otis is on board with summer, too. I let him out the other day and he found himself a patch of sun to love. Our otherwise boring dog began to roll and play in the sunshine with great enthusiasm (which, if you do not know Otis, is more than he generally does in a week). He started to doze off (of course) so I called him back inside... Or I'll forget about him. Because I'm a really good doggie momma. I know these pictures aren't the best, but I had to try to capture some of the pure joy that was his happy little doggie moment. Our life update: No moving date. No changes. Maybe September? No houses sold or purchased. Really, nothing . Now we are in the that horrible stage where things start ...

Otis has to be the sleepiest, if not laziest, creature on this earth. This morning, he was sound asleep and I needed to get a pair of capris out of the drawer he was sleeping in front of, blocking it. I called him. He opened his eyes and stared at me. I clapped. He blinked. I said, "Come here, come over here, come on Otis." He yawned. Finally, I pulled him out of the way. He sort of stood up and stretched, moving a couple of inches away. I seized my opportunity and got my capris out. He then rolled over, belly up, so I could rub him. Because that's why I woke you up. To rub your belly and give you love. Not to get my pants. He came down and ate breakfast with me (we do this every morning). He decided part way through it was a waste of possible sleeping time and went back up to bed. I had to call him to put him out before I left. He sauntered down the stairs and outside like this whole waking-up thing was completely unacceptable. Unbelievable. My dog is a 14 year old boy.

I have called the police a few times in my life. It feels weird every time. I came back from my dental work today, ate some soup, and transferred our phone lines back so I could continue on my work day. A normal Tuesday, right? About 15 minutes later, one of the girls that works next door came rushing in, crying, shaking, freaking out. She claimed her boss had grabbed her, slapped her, slammed her into a door and she asked me to call the police. I did as she asked (what else was I going to do?) and tried to calm her down until the cops showed up. And I thought the difficult part of my day was going to be going to the dentist. Other people tell me, "I wish interesting things happened to me." I say, "No, you don't. But if you get what you wish for, just pray you don't panic under pressure. If you freeze up, all is lost." Calm, quick reflexes. Hopefully that skill will come in handy if I'm ever a Mom. Anyway, the officer (who was quite kind and helpful) pri...

This is not the zoo. This is my house. And I am in charge here. I seem to have inherited both of my parents feelings towards animals. I hate pets. I HATE THEM. I hate the hair, the slobber, the food, the mess, the hassle. The throwing up. The smells. I get that from my mom. Animals should be in zoos or eaten. End of story. Then I love my dog. I love being a doggie-momma. I've been begging Robert for a miniature dachshund for over a year. I loved playing with my brother and sister-in-law's little cats (they are adorable) and called them my "cat nieces". I get that from my dad. It makes no sense. It is a total contradiction. Well, as my mother would tell you, "Mice do not come alone." Yes, Mighty Mouse 1 was captured and killed. His friend drowned trying to drink anti-freeze in our garage. We found their third friend yesterday. He somehow had fallen to his death in our downstairs bathroom sink. Don't ask me how or why or even what it was like. Robert di...

Look! I'm going to work! Yesterday, when my boss said, at 2:30pm, "Hey, I'm going to Georgia tomorrow. Could you, like, clear the schedule?" I felt like saying a lot of things, but instead said, "Yeah, okay." So, it became... Bring your Otis to work day!!!!!!!!! Otis did such a good job. It was just me and the nurse today, and she was very impressed with Otis' behavior. She kept asking me how she could get her kids to behave like that. My only suggestions, not being a real-momma, were Benadryl and obedience school. He did lots of sleeping, but was very polite and friendly to our nurse, post man, and drug reps. They all loved him and commented on what a pretty, kind boy he is. He was obviously the life of the party. Rosa could not believe how well he listened, how quiet he was, or how close he stayed to me. He seriously just trotted behind me all day. He was also a very patient dog when Momma ran a few errands at lunch. He waited in the car and left real...