Oh shit

I always forget the crappy parts of my plans. Literally. Tabitha eats a lot. In return I am picking up mass quantities of waste and disposing of it "properly". I have a hard time wrapping something biodegradable up in a non-biodegradable item. It just seems so wrong. I don't want to go on some spin about how "green" we are. We're not. The environment is f-ed and I'm not doing my part to help. Although, I am that person who buys biodegradable dog poop bags. I am also the person who has a hard time controlling my thoughts and this leads to the issue of spending money on something that picks up shit running screaming through my head like an out of control banshee. So. After googling the shit out of "dog waste products", I found this helpful item. If it doesn't work with clay like soil Mr. F is going to put gravel around it so the leeching capabilities are not hindered. I love a man that knows how to make shit better, don't you?

Ahems duly noted. The yard is such a disaster right now it's not even worth taking pictures of. It resembles a construction site. Once the leaves have been collected and the (now wet) bedspreads brought in, I will make it a point to catch the needed images. The patio came out great and sitting next to the glowing embers of the fire pit cannot be beat. I'll have to get that shot for you too. It's coming, stop clearing your throat and being so freaking impatient. Nah, it's cool. I'd do the same.

I did get some shots of the cleverly done up plant pots. The rock one is a finished product and I am in love with it. The sea glass one is work in progress. Very slow puppy ladened progress. Contact cement is now right at the top of the list under super glue. I have to get some more pots and the matching bottoms so I can work my pot making magic for the art show. Do you think they are cool enough to display or am I just caught up in my awesomeness? It does happen frequently after all. There is no jewelry yet but the supplies are on the way and you *know* that is bloggable material. Enjoy the pictures... I'm off to hike away the day with dogs at Squaw Peak. Did you know Squaw is now considered a "bad word"? PC people, you have been warned.

Oh yeah! I almost forgot. I AM VICTORIOUS!!! Remember hearing about the four little dogs next door to me that bark at nothing all day non stop?? I hate them with a passion. The barking was driving me insane and something needed to make it stop ASAP. After having a very healthy vent/bitch fest at Mr. F, talking to the neighbors about it and even inviting them to come over so they could hear what I was talking about (they were horrified and then did nothing), I called the one person I knew would back me up when it comes to what others might deem unacceptable or general bad behavior. Once the moral support was firmly under my belt, the "training" began. Every time the little fuckers would come out and start barking I would turn on the hose, yell "GO INSIDE" and give them a moment to process. The barking would of course begin again in earnest, but I was ready. You know those hose nozzles with 150 different spray options? Have one. I would then yell GO INSIDE again and immediately commence spraying it over the wall, soaking them all until they ran into the house. One of the more daring critters thought he could out do me by coming back out, ignoring the spray and barking anyway. Hello jet spray. He started getting a (very well aimed if I do say so myself) face full of water as soon as he came back out. Good bye oh little brave one, in the dog door you go! Now when they come out and start barking, all I have to do is yell GO INSIDE and I am met with the scramble of little feet while they all try to beat each other back into the house. YAY!! I don't want to use the title "dog whisperer" as Cesar got it first but I'm pretty satisfied with my canine manipulating skills. Go me.