… I’ve been such a lame duck. Just a lot of stuff going on here right now in my world.
Anyone else feeling oh so grateful it’s the weekend? Me! Me! Me! I am!
I’ve got a busy weekend ahead of me with a list a mile long and wide and deep and in between.
It’s late. I’m tired. And I was almost about to go to bed when I remember this here blog.
Jason just told me, “I’m going to go warm up the bed.”
So I pretend to blog a few more minutes while the bed warms on this cold, cold night.
I’ll be human again tomorrow.
This pattern of non-posts tells you why I don’t post as often. Sporadic nonsensical business.
This site never fails to amuse me: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com
And this post about did me in, especially because I’ve totally had a dog like one of these before: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/11/dogs-dont-understand-basic-concepts.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Hyperbole-and-a-half+%28Hyperbole-And-A-Half%29&utm_content=Google+Reader
Yes, I’m so lazy busy I’m not even going to embed the links. Sorry.
Our Jack Russell Terrier has allergies. Sometimes she’ll get them so bad she’ll rub herself raw. Our goal is always to catch her before she gets to that point, slap a cone on her noggin and take her to the vet for a shot of medicine to cool and calm her itchy skin.
She also needs a bath. Sometimes the bath helps quite a bit and soothes her enough until we can get her to the vet tomorrow morning. Only thing is she hates baths, and she knows the word “bath”. The second it’s uttered she slinks away into hiding — whether we’re talking about her, the kids, ourselves — just in case it means she’ll be subjected to tub.
I accidentally said it front of her tonight and off into hiding she went. Jason tried to coax her out, but she wasn’t interested and pretty much just stared at him blankly. Instead of persisting, he sat down and I realized he was back to watching TV.
Not wanting to say “bath” again in front of her, I tried to think of what would be the best way to convey what I was about to ask him. I was afraid to spell it because we’ve done that, and maybe she can spell it now.
Instead of concentrating on the logic of those two sentences above, I instead said the first thing that came to my mind:
“Jason, are you still going to participate in the Turkish washing ritual on the canine?”
He didn’t even wince or blink or look at me confused, even though I heard myself say the words out loud and immediately wanted to kick myself in the butt.
He just answered back, “I’m just trying to lure her out first.”
And to this point, she has not budged.
Pixie: 1, Jason and I: 0