Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The world is our toilet

We live in a condo and we don't have a backyard. So yes we are those assholes that let our dogs poo/pee in front of your house. We can generally keep the peeing to our street, but Ender really needs to get things loosened up before he can go number two. Naturally, I’ve been “told” a few times to keep it moving while Ender has been in mid-poo. And yes, some of those times they were entitled to say something since we were on someone’s front yard and therefore on private property. So I’ve really been trying to have the dogs poo on the street since it is so-called public property. But then in the end we can’t win either way because then we get yelled at for being on somebody else’s street and then get told that we need to have the dogs poo in front of our own house. Those times, I fight to urge the say “Hey, I pay taxes and just like I have a right to park my car in this spot, my dog has a right to poo here!”

Anyway, call out to my fellow city dwellers – where is the most optimal place to let your dog poo?

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Chicago

We just got back from a weekend trip to Chi-town (do locals ever use that phrase? or is it one of those things like "frisco" where, unless you were born and bred here, you aren't allow to say?) and all I have to say is mad props to all those doggie owners who live in places with actual seasons.

We couldn't even handle standing on the street to decide whether to turn right or left, I can't even imagine having to wait for Ender to poo in that weather. And it was April. APRIL. I don't even want to think about December.

As it was such a short trip, I didn't have a chance to miss the dogs until we got back into town. It's a vicious pattern. I am elated when we drop them off at the dog sitter, but pretty much by the third day, I'm missing their big old heads. And then two days into getting them back, I wonder why I ever missed them at all.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Admiration and Annoyance

Why is it that the characteristics I most admire about my dogs the ones that annoy me the most?

Ender thinks everyone wants to be his friend so he has no problem getting up on everyone's grill. And he does not comprehend the fact that when a little dog is trying to bite him in the face, they don't want to be his friend. He is completely undeterred by other dogs barking in his face. He will still try to play with them with a dopey look on his face and his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Sometimes I joke that the reason he's so crazy is because he is just bursting with too much love. And that's pretty admirable, to derive such joy from everyday living. However, this love of life at times turns him into the biggest pain in the ass to walk sometimes. Walking an 80 pound dog while he tries to play bow and jump at the poodle across the street is not fun.

Barksdale has been called "strong-willed" by the dogwalker. Other apt terms may be stubborn and pushy. She, unlike Ender, will not put up with any type of shit. She is the one willing to throw down with any dog barking at her and she will not hesitate to tell you what's up. I imagine if she were a human, she would be the first one to speak up and say "I don't give a fuck what you think about me" or "that's just not right". If she was a superhero, this trait would come in handy. Unfortunately, it's not so cute when your dog wants to bully some other sweet sweet dog into submission.

I've been feeling super sappy lately, hence these emo posts. But hopefully I get them out of my system soon and we'll get back to the more informative posts like product reviews.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

On Guilt

I have often wondered if by us adopting Ender, we have kept him from finding an even better home. I see photos of him on his doggy adventures and I know that he belongs on a giant farm, to have the run of the land, to come and go as he pleases. I sometimes think to myself if we ever found a perfect home that wanted him, if we could give him up. The practical side of me thinks that I would gladly give him up, but the sentimental side of me tells me to stop being so ridiculous. But then there's a tiny part of me that feels this guilt that he is not living the life he is meant to live.

And I just suddenly realized why parents act so crazy when it comes to their kids.

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Monday, April 8, 2013

Veronica Mars

Veronica Mars is my ultimate tv heroine. She was smart, sassy, snarky and she had a pittie named Backup. If only I was that badass at 17.






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