Noah’s Ark
16 September 2004Threw my back somehow, and this week has been a bit hellish. Hobbling around at work, etc. like a big gimp. Drew has been a good sport (helping out and all). Then again, he always is – very sweet like that.
Alex ate one of his toys last night and started throwing it up around 4am. Unlike Harvey, who will tear apart his toys and leave a nice messy pile on the floor, Alex will tear them apart and go the extra mile to consume them. Strangely enough, his digestive system seemed to balk at the idea of breaking down plastic into life sustaining sustenance. Go figure…
Oh, and what a wonderful surprise awaited me yesterday! Someone felt it was appropriate to crap on the carpet yesterday rather then giving me the heads up that just maybe they needed to go outside for a minute. Trust me – as late as I was running, I was willing to spare some time. And you know what? Screw those people who say dogs don’t know what they did wrong unless you catch them in the act. When you find a dog that’s normally a bit nutty in the morning lying on the ground, sheepishly looking up at you in a submissive pose you know who shit on the carpet.
Sitting at the computer, going about my business and the computer goes out. Did the power go out? Computer crash? Oh, it’s the big orange “Hello, Center of My Universe” cat inside the computer cabinet brushing up against the surge protector. Well, that got some attention, so let’s keep crawling in there over and over and chewing on the cords until my owner is so pissed off she’s squirting water at me while I’m directly positioned in front of multiple electrical outlets. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Just another week in the life – and I wouldn’t change a thing. Except the bad back, the puking, the excrement and the cord chewing that is…