Yesterday I took this pic of Sheba, defiantly sitting on this bench on the back porch. Look on her face said she knew she wasn’t supposed to be there. She was so cute. From now on, she can sit there any time she wants.
FRIDAY! We get off early today because of the work Christmas party. I’m not going because I didn’t RSVP in time because I was in Mexico. I don’t mind not going.
It’s going to be another great day! Have a good weekend!
Ready to go!
It was a good weekend. Sunday I took Sheba to the beach. She absolutely loved it.
Sunday afternoon, The Wife went to a Costa Rica bar be cue at a friends house. I stayed home and watched American football. Tje Redskins MUST win tonight. They must, or else there is a three way tie for first in the division. What a mess.
Here’s another pic.
Wonder what’s the difference between these two? Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, they say. Cheerieos must loooooove Fruit Loops!
Hava good week!
It’s Wednesday morning. I’m sitting out on the back porch and it’s raining trying to stay dry.
I did an image search for wet Wednesday, it must be a big day for all the strip clubs, because I got tons of sexy pictures on google images. For example:
It was raining yesterday when I went to work, but then it got sunny and I went to the beach for lunch, that was nice. Hopefully it will do the same thing today.
Yesterday I went to grocery shopping and today I have to start cleaning the house for the cat / dog sitter.
I guess that’ll do’er for today.
It’s Thursday. Two days till the weekend. It seems like only the first five days after the weekend are the hardest though. That’s good….
The wife gets back from Miami today at about noon.
Yesterday morning Ashy the cat had disappeared. I looked everywhere and could not find her. I called the wife to give her the bad news. while I was on the phone I found the cat in the closet behind the clothes hanging on the hangers. (see above picture) Ashy still hasn’t approached Sheba yet. Sheba wants to be friends.
I have never seen a dog that has such empathy as Sheba. She seems to know how others feel.
This morning at 4:30 we had quite a strong storm. I should say microstorm. Very strong winds and very heavy rain for about 10 minutes.
Wish me luck at work today because I anticipate a rough day.
The cat’s been here about 13 days. Sheba is surprisingly good about the whole thing. I am amazed by her tolerance for the cat. Sheba definitely, obviously, openly wants to be friends, but Ashy’s still reluctant.
I never knew Sheba was so good till we got the cat!
Tomorrow is Friday!
Hard to believe it’s October already. When I was a kid, it seemed like the first half of the year went faster than the second, now it all goes fast. I remember when I turned 40, I thought “This is about half way through my life.” Let me tell you, the second half is going a lot faster than the first. Turning 40 seem like about 5 minutes ago.
I guess most of the people who read this know I don’t drink, a big part of my not drinking is daily prayer. I pray for help staying sober, and freedom from anger, depression and self-pity, among other things. I really don’t hear much back from God, I haven’t drank for almost 25 years, so that’s good, but this morning I got angry about 2 seconds after my prayer. As soon as I get up, the cat starts meowing. She’s staying in this giant kennel at night and when we’re gone, till she gets used to the place. We don’t want her running away. So, as agreed, I put the cat in the bedroom, with my wife, and close the door, as discussed. Well, my wife gets up, and closes the door better because the cat got out. She said “the cat got out”. No harm no malice, but it took it to mean “You didn’t do a good enough job putting the cat in the bedroom.” So I prayed again: “Ya know God, a little feedback would be nice. I got angry two seconds after I prayed for freedom of anger. A normal person would quit praying. I pray every day and don’t hear anything back. Maybe you have some divine way of operating or sending me a message, but if you send messages I can’t understand, what good is it? I gave up swimming after work because I need to come home and take care of the animals,I gave up studying in the mornings because I need to take care of animals. Do I need to give up my morning exercises too, to take care of animals more? WTF?”
My poor old Ditto is gone, maybe I can start swimming after work again.
That’s how I’m doing this morning.
Yesterday Ditto died. I came home from work and he was gone.
Yesterday morning I got mad at him when he had accidents indoors, but before I went to work, we did our forehead to forehead thing and I told him I wasn’t mad at him and I loved him and told him “You is a Ditto very good Ditto baby good boy”. I’ve been saying that to him all his life, with our foreheads pressed together. That was the last time I talked to him. 24 hours ago.
Today I’m taking him to be creamated and we’ll scatter his ashes in our yard.
He was the best dog ever.
I will never ever forget him.