Wednesday, April 25, 2007

3 Dollars and 6 dimes

Y'know sometimes my sweet little Cole looks up at me after I've been screeching at Porthos to behave, (shut up, drop it, NO, Bad Dog) and his eyes almost tell me he's thinking "I was never that bad, was I daddy?". And I have to agree. 2 more different dogs have never existed. Cole was always such a good dog, and smart as a hound can be. The only thing he ever chewed that he wasn't supposed to was a pair of "Joe Boxer" underwear, and he was house-trained by 11 weeks of age. This week it would seem Porthos is having some psychological issues. He's house-trained, but for some reason, the post-meal trip outside is causing him some anxiety lately. He'll run for his crate and pee, either on the way there, or while he's in there. (I cannot tell you how much extra stress and laundry this brings to us.) Last night, I showed remarkable restraint by the simple act of "not" killing him.
Mind you, taking him outside the other night (a night on which he had also peed inside) I walked past this guy dragging a Rottweiler puppy outside yelling: "No caca en la casa"!!!
Now friends, I don't speak Spanish. But I've watched enough Sesame Street to know what that means. hee hee I felt like telling the guy how much I could sympathize. (Cute puppy; Cuter guy!) That was the good thing about it too. It made me feel like I wasn't alone in the struggle to domesticate a pooch without succumbing to primal rage. Besides that: we've been lucky in the poop department with P-Dawg. It's just his bladder he can't seem to keep a handle on. (sigh)

As long as this entry is bordering on the completely frivolous, I'm gonna babble 'bout TV for a second or two. First off: Survivor. Tomorrow is another episode, but before that is upon us, can I mention just HOW MUCH I loved last week's episode? Yes folks, an immunity idol was played at long last! It was completely smoked-out and wasted... but it was played for the first time ever! And so much scrambling and back-stabbing to get to it. What frickin' fun!

Ah... Ted is home and there's more pee to clean up. sigh

Here's an oldie but a goodie: "On & On" Erykah Badu

Oh my my my
I'm feeling high
My money's gone
I'm all alone
The world is turnin'
Oh what a day
What a day
What a day
Peace and blessings manifest with every lesson learned
If your knowledge were your wealth then it will be well earned
If we were made in his image then call us by our names
Most intellects do not believe in god but they fear us just the same

Oh on and on and on and on
Whew on and on and on and on
I go on and on and on and on
Ohh on and on and on and on

I was born under water with 3 dollars and 6 dimes
Yeah you might laugh
'cause you did not do your math
Na qua 2..3. Damn, y'all feel that?
Oh...Qua 2..3. The world keeps turning
Oh what a day what a day what a day

The man that knows something knows that he knows nothing at all
Does it seem colder in your summertime and hotter in your fall
If we were made in his image then call us by our names
Most intellects do not believe in god but they fear us just the same

Oh on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
I go on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

I am feeling kinda hungry 'cause my high is coming down
Don't feed me yours 'cause your food does not endure
I think I need a cup of tea,
the world keeps burnin'
Oh what a day, what a day what a day

You rush into destruction 'cause you don't have nothin' left
The mother ship can't save you so your ass is goin' get it
If we were made in his image then call us by our names
Most intellects do not believe in god but they fear us just the same

Oh on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
Ooh ooh wee on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hmmm. Did you consider how this would sound to the reader?

"Ah... Ted is home and there's more pee to clean up. sigh"

I am amused.

Jerome

John said...

That made me giggle Jerome.

I'll have you know that I make Ted clean up his own pee. ;)

N@ Lauzon said...

Pee pee issues! Tell me about it!

Are you sure yer pup doesn't have a urinary tract infection?

Flea has had zillions. And I can always tell bc she starts a-messin' where she shouldn't be a-messin'.
And is shocked by it, herself!
Can't help it.

John said...

The thought had occured to me, but he goes outside at least 5 times a day and it's only in the evening between 7-8pm when he messes. Instead of getting his leash on, he makes a dash for the bedroom. If it were an infection, he'd be messing in the morning or when we get home from work as well. Me no understand. But I'm thinkin' I've got to stop screaming at him. It seems to only make things worse.