(Really) Dumb Dogs...

This morning I returned from my oh-so early gym workout to discover that Haskell had broken his tail. Again.

Like before, his tail just hung there – seemingly paralyzed. He couldn’t move it to sit down (both my dogs have to “sit” and “wait” for their supper) or to…uh…relieve his bowls first thing after breakfast. It might have been comical if it wasn’t so pathetic.

So, before leaving for work, I gave Haskell one of his remaining pain pills from the last time he broke his tail and left him inside with STRICT instructions to rest in his box for the rest of the day. Yeah, like that’s going to happen…

Fast forward to lunchtime: I call Trevor to ask if he can think of anything we did yesterday that would cause Haskell’s tail to go limp today. And guess what? Alley’s tail is broken, too.

Dumb dogs.

We did go for a long walk around the lake yesterday afternoon, but it wasn’t strenuous. Just a regular dog walk. And Gypsy’s tail is fine. The only other "interesting" thing that happened was that Alley rolled in dead fish - thus guaranteeing baths for all three members of our dog pack once we got back home (you can’t bathe just one, you know). And baths aren’t strenuous, just cold, wet and soapy.

So, yeah: WTF?!

Any thoughts? Or are my dogs just “special”?

For PETE'S SAKE, Woman!

I have a college friend of mine coming into town this weekend for a visit. This is all of the flight information she has provided me with:

Ok, here is the flight info.

My plane arrives in Dallas at 12:35 on Friday and
leaves on Monday at 6:55p. There were no other options
other than leaving on a really early flight Monday
morning. So I just decided that it was worth it to get
up at the crack of dawn on Friday. You'll probably
just be able to drop me off for a nap until you get
home. :)

Okay. So I’m supposed to be psychic, because – really - on what planet is that information useful? Whatever happened to flight numbers? Or, I dunno, the name of the airline she is using? Seriously. Throw me a freaking ball here!

Maybe I should elaborate on the situation a little more:

She is from the middle of nowhere Florida, so it is possible that she is flying into DFW from one of the following locations:

• Jacksonville


• Tallahassee


• Atlanta


• Orlando

Plus, I’m almost 100% sure her flight wasn’t direct, so that leaves - I dunno - a million possible airports she could have connected through.

AGGGHHHHHH!

I am going crazy. And did I mention that it is currently 12:55? That’s right. She should have landed 20 minutes ago. I’ve sent her approximately 500 text messages this morning, and have yet to hear anything back.

Plus, knowing the airline industry, her flight has probably been delayed.

All this leaves me – NOWHERE!

Any suggestions?

Coffee for one...

No one drinks coffee in my office anymore. This is incredibly tragic. Not that I drink coffee every single day (like SOME), but coffee two or three times a week can be a wonderful treat for me – especially on a cold, winter morning like today.

Anyway, I’m being forced to make coffee for one, which isn’t very much fun. Although, I did go out and buy Dunkin’ Donuts French Vanilla Ground Coffee at the grocery store on Monday night, so (at least) I have that to look forward to. Just no one to enjoy it with. Not that drinking coffee is a social activity – because it really isn’t – but it has always been kind of fun to chit chat with my coworkers while we waited together for the coffee to finish brewing. Now it is just me. And I’m not that interesting or talkative. Especially in the morning. By myself.

Plus, thanks to not-so-distant issues like THIS, we have a lot new people in the office nowadays (seriously. More than half of the staff was replaced in little less than two months). Part of the reason I decided to buy the Dunkin’ Donuts coffee in the first place was so I could offer it to my new coworkers who just started. So, I make this big pot to share with everyone, only to find out that no one drinks coffee anymore. My peace offering was refused. I am sad. With more warm-brown-vanilla-yummyness-than-can-possibly-be-consumed-by-one-person-in-a-single-morning staring back at me from the office coffee pot.

Tres heartbreaking, no?

(Grumble, grumble.)

Pedigree: like Hallmark, but different…

This ad kills me. Absolutely KILLS me. I sob (not "cry" - SOB) each and every time I see it.

And, no. I am not known for being the kind of person that tears up while watching TV commercials. This one just pulls on the right heart strings, I guess.

The good news: I read somewhere that Echo found a good home.

The bad news: There is always an "Echo" at a shelter near you.

Sigh...

Puppy Bowl 2008...

It’s that time of the year again, folks! Yep, it is time (once again) for the PUPPY BOWL! Complete with the TAIL GATE PARTY and KITTY HALF TIME SHOW!

YEY!

Here’s a video of Haskell watching it last year:

In case you can't tell, Haskell is a BIG fan.

Happy Super Puppy Bowl watching, everyone!

Support TEAM GRAPEFRUIT!...

Dear all internet-based metapeople,

With the help of the other members of TEAM GRAPEFRUIT!, I'm helping to raise money for the SPCA of Texas. If you'd like to check us out, join our team or contribute, please click on the picture above and it will take you to our team website.

Thank you for your support!

Sincerely,
Deals, Gypsy Kitty and Haskell

Oh, Trevor...

Trevor just called me to let me know that we won’t be hanging out with me this evening because he isn’t feeling well.

Yes, that would be the same Trevor who (intentionally) SNEEZED on me yesterday.

Great.

There should be some sort of lawsuit I can file against him. Intentional assault with a health-threatening virus or something. I’ve already called my attorney and asked her to look into it. Thanks, JLR!

Yet another reason why I should be allowed to beat Trevor with a stick...

Trevor sneezed on me last night.

Sneezed!

He didn’t cover his mouth or anything!

All of a sudden there was this loud noise (Trevor sneezing) and then I felt a spray of fine water droplets land all over my face.

Uhmmm, ew!

This is the conversation that followed:

Me: “Ack! Cover your mouth!”

Trevor: “What?”

Me: “You just sneezed all over me! Next time cover your mouth!”

Trevor: “But I was trying to scare Haskell!”

Me: “What?!”

Trevor: “You know how I like to scare him with loud noises? That’s all.”

Me: “Really? That’s your excuse for why you didn’t cover your mouth and sneezed all over me?! You wanted to scare my dog?!”

Trevor: “Yes. It was funny. He jumped.”

Me: “But now I’m covered in a Trevor snot mist. So is Haskell.”

Trevor: “So?!”

Me: “$*&@%!”

Did I mention that all this took place as Trevor and I were watching the 10 PM news story on how widespread the flu epidemic is in North Texas this year? No?! Agghhh!

Sometimes I wonder about Trevor. I really do.

JLR: I expect you to yell at Trevor now. Especially after THIS STORY. Thank you in advance. And RR? Feel free to chime in as well.