I have this impulsive side. Not sure where I got it. I am definitely not ADHD, although a few situations may indicate otherwise. I was checking out my facebook stuff the other day. I am a member of a few different groups involving our base, one being about pet adoption. Chris and I go back and forth all the time about getting a dog. We loved having a dog. I just didn't quite like the shedding and throw in the fact that we'd be toting that poor thing around the world, it just didn't seem so fair. We have to hold ourselves back and listen to our voice of reason repeatedly. One of us generally plays the role of the sanity. However, a poor, lowly airman needed a place for her 2 dogs while she went home to the States for a month! Perfect opportunity to get our doggie fix and probably remind ourselves that our lifestyle is not condusive for a pet at this point. Ha. The two dogs arrived yesterday. The kids are beyond THRILLED! Mya claimed her dog (the little, jack russel terrier--named Bandit) and Claire claimed hers (the bigger, 6 mo. old Doberman--named Cane). Chris and I are going nuts. That poor puppy is not crate trained! Who would have thought that after 6 months that poor baby wouldn't be trained? The owner even told us they sleep in their kennels. Who is she kidding? It is clear they do not--until now! I have caught myself laughing out loud because of this experience. It is freakin funny. The dog cried most of the night. Chris moved their kennels three times in our huge house until they finally ended up in our bedroom. Everytime that dog moved or adjusted his body, I heard it. It was one. long. night. That being said, I woke up Claire and told her that the dogs were awake. She popped right out of bed with a big grin on her face. It suddenly made our misery much less. Chris is convinced the owner has dumped them off for good. She is heading to England after her return from her trip. England has strict quaranteen rules, which cost quite alot in addition to the fare to transport them. I just hope, she returns for these dogs. I suggested Chris start asking for interested parties ;) He suggested we begin training them in the event that they are ours forever! Ha. I don't think so. Again I laugh. Only us. On a positive note--I have yet to see dog hair on my floors and neither barks, but they are good whiners ;)
You wanted it, you asked for it, so here it is. A post. Hopefully this post will satisfy all your desires. I am not writing about the apple of my eye, Claire, but of the other apple of my eye--reality tv. I love it! Right now I am getting my fill of Big Brother. I have even lured Chris into my dark place. He mostly watched last season because Dick was such a jerk, but Chris is hooked. He's a dedicated viewer once again this season. Sadly, he was a fan of Matty who was kicked off a few weeks ago. I don't think I have a favorite. I find them all to be so obnoxious, yet I watch. Go figure. I obviously need some more excitement in my life. Girls who wear butt showing shorts, screaming matches, verbal abuse, crazy eyes, back stabbing, boys running around in their colored tighty whiteys (if tighty whiteys are colored, are they still called tighty whiteys?)---all in one episode! It is a gold mine. My second can't miss show is Housewives of Orange County or New York City. I really
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