I'm over it.

Apparently I let my day get to me and blogged about it. Healthy release? Our neighbors use their garbage disposal a ton. I hear it all the time. I'm kind of jealous because I LOVE putting things down the garbage disposal. And flushing things down the toilet. You'd be surprised how crazy people get when they find out what has literally gone down the toilet. You know the commercial of the guy trying to clog the toilet so the hot plumber can come by and fix it? That's me. Without the promise of a hot plumber and way more cheering. Although Mr. F has mandated I not flush things down our toilet. I have agreed but I push the disposal to the utmost limit whenever he's not looking. He made the mistake of telling me it's easier to fix the disposal than the toilet. And hopefully he doesn't read my blog or the gig is up.

Side Note: A handful of peaches, a teaspoon of vanilla, a tablespoon of sugar, half milk & half ice almost to the top. Blend. Mmmm. Summer goodness. *Protein powder optional.

Celebrate! Sophie, the three pound Yorkshire Terrier (she looks a lot like this with a better hair cut) and I have made so much progress. The groomer before me had the tiny girl convinced she should fight from bath to nails. How do you fight a three pound anything? We put on the gloves and went out back for some one on one. I kicked her ASS all over the parking lot. Bitch better recognize. Just kidding. We are at the point where all I have to do is point at her leg and she hands it to me. Back legs included. What a scream. Success feels fabulous.

I also have four other dogs who I have gotten past the point of savaging my hands. It was tough going and my hands didn't appreciate it very much but they were just very scared and asking me to stop scaring them so much so I took it in stride. These are the reasons I continue to groom. It's worth every second.

We took Jim and Tabitha for a walk the other night and came across my neighbors sister and some other chick all bent over in the street. It was dark and it looked like they had dropped something. Getting closer we saw a little dog in the road. I guess she had almost run it over with her car. She didn't know how to get him so after asking if it was wearing a collar with tags

Side Note: I have a new rule. Only help dogs wearing a collar and tags. There are so many stray dogs running about here that my house would be full of them if I helped every one. Lots of them don't have owners and I am not about to start a fucking rescue thank you very much.


which I was told it did. I called him over, picked him up and took him home. Scruffy was with us three nights and two days. He was a nice little fellow. Housebroken and quiet. Perfect. I cleaned him up and took care of him hoping his owners would call. His owners finally came and got him yesterday. They had been on vacation and were greeted with my five messages and the note on their door about their lost dog. :) Get this. The woman who was baby sitting him never even called them to let them know he was lost. Whoa. It gets better! She runs a small dog rescue from her home. HA! I can't get enough of that...


Scruffy

I have to cut fruit for a cookout we are attending. I'm pretty pumped since Tabitha's Great Dane mix friend Maverick lives there along with two other dogs, Cody (Chocolate Lab) and Mulligan (Cairn Terrier). She has been acting psychotic lately. Crazy face included. Maybe this will slow her down a little. If not, it's nothing a little Benedryl won't fix. I'm kidding. For the most part.

Lesson Learned: When something bites you it's better to act with empathy and try and find the cause rather than act aggressively back.