trashie

I had tater tots for dinner last night. They were the appetizer, the main course, and the dessert. I can't explain why or how. I know, I know, what could be less healthy and serve less nutritional purpose? It just happened. Maybe it's because N and I watched and studied Aliens as research for our horror movie and that scene with the alien coming out of the guy's chest really couldn't be any less appetizing.

Lucy pup comes today and is staying till Friday. She's a mini Jack Russell terrier. And I love her! She's adorable. We get out the laser pointer and she chases it all over the apartment. I'm pretty sure on some level that makes us white trash.

Wow, maybe I am trashie? Tater tots for dinner and the whole laser pointer thing...Yikes.
This is something I need to look into further.

Anyway, I'm hoping we can minimize her pee problems this time around. She has pads and we take her on walks. One moment she's fine, the next she dribbles a little, looks guilty and ducks away. What is up with that? The owner says it's because she's submissive. I don't know...any dog whisperers out there that can confirm this or remedy it?

Also, we have to make sure everything is sparkling because last time she was hoovering in the kitchen and ate a vitamin that had fallen behind something or underneath something out of our sight. And then she puked up bright green when we took her hiking and wouldn't drink her water and that was worrisome! Eek! I'd pretty much hate myself forever and ever if I killed a dog. Don't even get me started on that squirrel I unintentionally took out on my bike ten years ago. But he survived, I think. He ran away and we couldn't find him so that must be a good sign. Unless he slipped away and went somewhere to die. Egggggghfdfglin.

If you just read this blog entry, you'd definitley think I am trashie! The evidence: laser pointer dog games, tater tot meal, near squirrel death by bike.