Goodness he is bull headed. That puppy of mine, now almost 5 months old and weighing close to 60 lbs., thinks he can doe whatever he wants. Maybe its because I have been gone and leaving him home with Dave and he just forgot he was "trained". But today I am sporting bruises, scratches and band aids after bringing him in the house last night.
It was probably my fault. I put him out and left him out on the chain for a while. When I saw him jumping up on the storm door, I decided he needed to come in. Out on the porch I discover he has torn up 3 or 4 of my plants (and I finally got the plants and porch looking so nice). Of course, this made me just slightly angry as I picked them up, replaced the dirt and swept the porch, leaving Thor on the chain while doing this. I take him off the chain and grab him by the collar, after all it is after 10pm and he needs to go in the crate. He throws a temper tantrum. Thor's tantrums are very similar to those of a three year old. He throws himself on the floor and kicks his feet, all four of them. I, following the advise of the Dog whisperer, hold him to the floor to until he submits, showing him who is boss. Thor has learned this trick. He immediately submits until I let go then acts foolish again. After repeating the process three, four or five hundred times, Tara (the 13 year old dog) thinks he is hurting me and attacks him. In the mean time I still have Thor by the collar. Thor, being totally ticked off, tries fighting her. Well, I finally get him in the cage only to discover I am bloody, bruised and scratched. I look like I fought a mountain lion...
Thor has spent the night and the morning in his crate. I may never let him out again. On the other hand...I'm sure I'm as much at fault as he is.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
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Saturday, July 05, 2008
Math Lesson Please
One of my biggest, guilty pleasures in life is watching those trashy court television shows. It always ceases to amaze me how people are so willing to tell everything about....well...everything.
My mother had this saying about not airing your dirty laundry in public. So I was always hush hush about a lot of things. The last thing I want people to know is I'm my own cousin (watch for more details about this revelation in future blogs, unless my mom reads this) yet these people are willing to go on television and discuss their more than inappropriate behavior.
My favorite, above all other things, are those who are 1000% sure they know whose their baby's daddy. PAAAHHLLEEESSSEEEEEE.....go back to school and get a math lesson, a biology lesson, and see if they still offer abstinence and or birth control information in health classes.
Math was never my favorite subject. It took me three years to pass algebra. Then to add insult to injury, when I entered community college, I had to retake alegebra.....ugggghhhh. Somehow, with my literary as opposed to numerical mind (right side/left side of brain who knows...I have a hard enough time making right turns or left turns in the car), I know that 1000% is not statistically possible. If so then I want 1000% of my salary and not the 100% I've been getting. Hey...then I might even make the highest paid woman list (seriously doubt it but a girl can dream).
Of course, there are those women on these judge shows, who are 1000% sure (I believe one woman last week was 100,000% sure) that Mr. X is their baby's daddy, only to find out....aha.....he's not! DUH??? How did that happen??? MMMM....biology 101. (NO, I'm not gonna explain it to you. (Call Mrs. Barone, my Anatomy and Physiology teacher in High School) The last thing I would do if I had been sleeping around is go see Judge Joe Brown (Who has got to be the best television Judge in the History of Television Judges) and tell him I was sure MR. X was my baby's daddy. You know DNA don't lie!!! I would die from mortal humiliation to find out I was suing the wrong baby daddy for child support. I guess I would just have to come back with Mr. Y the next week. (After all, I can't get insulted enough by Judge Joe Brown) Sooner or later I have to find my baby's daddy.
I wonder where these women were when birth control, abstinence, AIDS and other STD's were discussed in health class? (probably under the bleachers with Mr. X, but I digress). I mean, after you end up with one unwanted pregnancy, shouldn't trial and error help you to learn how to prevent the next one? and the next? and the next?
Ok...I've ranted and raved for too long now. I'm missing Judge Alex.
Until next time...
My mother had this saying about not airing your dirty laundry in public. So I was always hush hush about a lot of things. The last thing I want people to know is I'm my own cousin (watch for more details about this revelation in future blogs, unless my mom reads this) yet these people are willing to go on television and discuss their more than inappropriate behavior.
My favorite, above all other things, are those who are 1000% sure they know whose their baby's daddy. PAAAHHLLEEESSSEEEEEE.....go back to school and get a math lesson, a biology lesson, and see if they still offer abstinence and or birth control information in health classes.
Math was never my favorite subject. It took me three years to pass algebra. Then to add insult to injury, when I entered community college, I had to retake alegebra.....ugggghhhh. Somehow, with my literary as opposed to numerical mind (right side/left side of brain who knows...I have a hard enough time making right turns or left turns in the car), I know that 1000% is not statistically possible. If so then I want 1000% of my salary and not the 100% I've been getting. Hey...then I might even make the highest paid woman list (seriously doubt it but a girl can dream).
Of course, there are those women on these judge shows, who are 1000% sure (I believe one woman last week was 100,000% sure) that Mr. X is their baby's daddy, only to find out....aha.....he's not! DUH??? How did that happen??? MMMM....biology 101. (NO, I'm not gonna explain it to you. (Call Mrs. Barone, my Anatomy and Physiology teacher in High School) The last thing I would do if I had been sleeping around is go see Judge Joe Brown (Who has got to be the best television Judge in the History of Television Judges) and tell him I was sure MR. X was my baby's daddy. You know DNA don't lie!!! I would die from mortal humiliation to find out I was suing the wrong baby daddy for child support. I guess I would just have to come back with Mr. Y the next week. (After all, I can't get insulted enough by Judge Joe Brown) Sooner or later I have to find my baby's daddy.
I wonder where these women were when birth control, abstinence, AIDS and other STD's were discussed in health class? (probably under the bleachers with Mr. X, but I digress). I mean, after you end up with one unwanted pregnancy, shouldn't trial and error help you to learn how to prevent the next one? and the next? and the next?
Ok...I've ranted and raved for too long now. I'm missing Judge Alex.
Until next time...
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