Happy Toosday!
Happy Birthday WetOne!
Nice morning at the park. No drama today. It was only Barky mom and me. Later a woman who was driving through stopped in with her two (one chocolate, one black) labs. They were sweet, but timid, nice dogs. There were a few pile-on when Barky and Humpy would get one of the labs alone and surround her barking. I called Echo back (and she listened!) because I think 3 on 1 is scary for a new dog.
Urban can handle it. He often gets 4 or 5 on 1. When he has had enough, he’ll come sit on my feet and I’ll protect him.
Babies in strollers aren’t too bad. At least they stay put.
There was a woman who would bring her twins in a stroller, and my dogs are leery of strollers. However, she would give her kids cookies and crackers, which the dogs would take from them. Even my Echo got up the courage to grab a few. At least she licked it out from between the babies’ fingers.
Toddlers running loose are the ones I worry about. They are going to get knocked down, that is a given. One day a toddler was chasing Ripple around, and while I know neither of mine would attack a child, getting cornered by a child is different.
I’ve seen grown adults walk into the park with food, McD’s or KFC. They come close to being knocked down, and they get pissed when they sit down to eat and every dog in the park is trying to grab their food.
The sign on the gate says no food in the dog park.
I got almost everything done last night.
I didn’t move the plants because I figured they weren’t going to get any sun at night. All of them won’t fit on my table under the window anyway, so I had to decide who gets put outside. I put the prayer plant and the pre-bonsai jade plant out there.
I didn’t water the outside plants and I felt horrible when I saw my Peace Lily this morning. All the leaves were draped over the side of the pot. According to the care instructions, it should only need to be watered once a week. Maybe because it’s outside, it needs to be watered every 2-3 days. Mike the palm is growing back, but he still looks sad.
What bothers me is that in the time I’m sitting there thinking about what to do first, I could have gotten everything done. It’s not like any of it is hard or time consuming.
I’ll blame it on stress.
I handled my son’s health insurance renewal today. I’d been putting it off, but it was easier than I expected.
In the I want to wring his neck department…
He told me his shoe had separated from the sole. I got online and ordered him a new pair from da jungle. The kind he usually wears was out of stock, and it took a good while to find another suitable pair that would be here in time for him to go to irk today. In the meantime, I told him to get the gorilla glue and glue his shoe back together just in case. There was no way I was going to get him to a store to buy a pair.
I don’t know what made me go back out and check the order, but I saw I had ordered the wrong size. To get the shoes in the correct size meant having to wait until next week for them. Back out to look for a pair in his size, that are suitable, and will be delivered in time. I ordered two pairs just to be safe.
One pair got here Saturday. There is no way he would wear them. I didn’t look at them closely enough, they were running shoes that have a blade type attachment on the soles. He couldn’t wear them if he wanted to, he couldn’t get his feet in them.
The other pair were supposed to be delivered today by 10PM.
So, when does my son decide to try to glue his old shoes back together? This morning.
The gorilla glue is old and like rubber. He tried wood glue and that didn’t irk. Then he tried Scott’s glue and it irked
Fortunately, his new shoes got here early today, so he is good to go.
Now I have to take the other ones to da jungle locker to return them.
And order him another pair of shoes, because he should have two pairs, even though he doesn’t think so.
You have to be prepared, and have a spare, and not wait until the last minute to fix things.
Happy Scooping Sunny
which even though I know it is scoping, I read it as scooping, and that conjures up very strange images.
I hope everything is okay with Bailey, Ooopsie.
Maybe you should try calling the MAB (Medical Advisory Board) or whatever they call it at the Florida MVA, FCM. They will call your FIL in and test him. If he fails the test, they will take his license. I’ve done it, and while I felt bad for ratting out somebody, I’d feel even worse if they killed themselves or somebody else.
It’s frustrating, but could be deadly.
We had a huge thunderboomer this afternoon. Very unexpected.
I’m so glad thunder and fireirks don’t bother my dogs, or cat. All three of them were sitting on the back porch during the storm.
