We haz new doggie! His name is Bear, he’s a lab/huskymix who’s probably about 8-9 months old. He was adopted from the Humane Society by a nice young couple who found out in about a month that this is NOT a couch potato who’s suitable for living in an apartment. We went out to see him yesterday, and took him to the local dog park to see how he got along with Widget and other dogs–the answer is “just fine!” The guy wanted his wife to have a chance to say goodbye so they brought him over to us last night. She was very upset, but enjoyed watching the dogs chase each other around our backyard, and I let her know that I’m totally open to sending her email updates and pictures and that if she wants to come visit that’s cool with us. By the time she left she was okay with leaving him behind, I felt very sad for her but this really isn’t a dog that will be happy getting a couple walks a day on a leash and spending a lot of time in a crate.
Things we have learned about Bear already–he had never dealt with cats, but now knows they are devils who will make your nose hurt if you mess with them. He is very fast, but still awfully klutzy. He likes to fetch. He likes to get up at night and eat cat food and chew bones. He will chew bones for hours if he has the chance. He does not, however, chew things that aren’t his. He has enough energy for any two regular dogs but isn’t hyper or frenetic–he just likes to be moving all the time when he isn’t sleeping or chewing on a bone. He has scary laser eyes. He will play for as long as anyone will play back, then he will play all by himself. He isn’t terribly socialized yet, but wants to learn.
Himself is over the moon–by some odd happenstance, Bear is the first dog that he’s ever had 100% control over picking and adopting. He’s always inherited other people’s dogs or just had them fall in his lap, so this is a big deal for him. I stood back and let him do all the initial contact, only interfering insomuch as I was required to make sure Widget behaved. I figure it’s fair–Widget is totally bonded to me and is pretty much a one-person dog so Himself should have a dog that reflects his preference as to breed and temperament, and Bear is right up his alley. I can’t wait to have my daughter’s dog over for a play date, she and Bear will wear each other out and it’ll be funny as hell to see who can last the longest, energy-wise!
As to the OP, I’m a sheets and towels buyer. I can’t have enough! Egyptian cotton sheets in 600+ thread count, flannel sheets, knit jersey sheets–along with quilts and comforters and blankets and down pillows! And big fluffy towels in matching sets with all the rugs color coordinated–and none of them are pastel and especially NOT PINK! All my sheets and towels are in jewel tones, dark blue, emerald/hunter green, purple, the only exceptions are a few sage toned items–I like my bed and bath to be lush and comfy and pretty to look at. Not one single speck of polyester, either!
Welby, that sucks. Do you have a large dog that craps hugely? Because shovelling dog shit in the rain is the nastiest chore there is. Especially if all you have is one of those short personal entrenching tools so you have to get right up close and personal. Perhaps you have a large area of yard that needs to be prepped for a garden, grubbing up all the thatched grass and turning over the sod by hand. Lots of rocks would be a plus, especially if they all needed to be made into a lovely retaining wall for your raised plant beds. Or maybe you’ve always yearned for a lovely water feature but hesitated because digging it out would be such hard work, or maybe your driveway needs resurfacing. Mmm, asphalt!
Pugs, you are silly. Knives are for cutting food, not knees! Kati, those Kyocera knives look very tempting…
Taxi, that’s a gorgeous pattern–I like the colors! It’s a nice small stripe, doesn’t look too “Where’s Waldo-ish.”
Sorry about your grandma, mousie, keep us posted, 'kay?
Oh, and the interview went well, so I have hopes that this will lead somewhere–of course, I ALWAYS think that, so we’ll see! I’ll know by the end of the week…