I’m having second thoughts about today’s post about my dog and getting rid of stuff. It might be going too far. Sorry.
No one believes me when I tell them how disgusting Blue is. Whenever we’re out and about people marvel about how he is so “majestic” and “elegant” and “handsome”. We walked past a line of people waiting to get into the Boulder International Film Festival and a ripple of oohs and ahhs followed us. My eyes rolled.
A couple people ducked out of line to follow us. “Can we pet your beautiful dog?”
Even though I’ve had him almost a year, I’m still wary of overwhelming him with strangers. My answer is always the same. Sure, just let him come to you. So they stood there with their hands outstretched and being all goo-goo-ga-ga when he stopped, sized them up, and let loose the biggest most human burp you’ve ever heard. I should teach him how to burp the alphabet and clean up on youtube.
It’s unbelievably hard to capture Blue burping on video. Usually he rips one in my ear while I’m driving. I did, however, catch this lovely piece of history today while Zeb was
torturing playing with him.
This is your final warning. It’s gross, he throws up some slime after drinking water. And before you get all freaked out, Zeb is yanking on his tail. HIS TAIL!
Oh hell, never mind. I’m having too much trepidation about it. It’s not as bad my dad’s friend who thought it was hilarious to let her dog entertain the guests by humping her foot (to completion I might add) but it just might be one of those things that no one else would find remotely entertaining. My followers (hi Pam!) are a pretty hardy bunch but still.
And we wonder why he’s so neurotic. It must be a quirk of the breed.
Time to cut the crap. Today I ventured into my coat closet. Lately it has become Frank’s domain. He’s been back ever since Jody’s boyfriend got a dog but he still has not gotten used to having big dummy around. It is, as Tabby says, rammed full of stuff.
Lookie here! I found a bag of shoes that don’t fit the kids. Someone gave me the kid Uggs, which are too big, and while I am not prissy about used clothing, wearing used Uggs feels like putting on someone’s dirty socks. The other shoes are too small. DONATE.
Also in the bag of shoes were all these caps. I’ll give Zeb the collectible ones (they were his to begin with) and the rest are getting donated.
A rubber ducky and one of those mesh sponge things. TRASH.
This is Zeb’s desk. He has the problem, not me!
Just a little cat hair from the floor of my closet. Clearly Frank slept on this bag. I made some more space for him on the floor, swept it out and put an old towel down for him. I swear my house is clean. I vacuum daily. Really I do!
A little tote bag (I mean little) that I picked up at a garage sale because it was cute and only cost 50¢. Even though I have never used it, it is still hard to get rid of because it is tiny and cute. DONATE.