Showing posts with label keeping my hand in. Show all posts
Showing posts with label keeping my hand in. Show all posts

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Saturday, September 8, 2012

A quick one before bed.

A quick one because it's late and I've got an early morning start to what's going to be a long day at work. The Saints' season opener at home. Feh.

 In any event, there's nothing to ponderous on my mind this evening. The dog seems to be coming along quite nicely, in the process causing me to become totally smitten with the little booger. I'm still not sure we're totally comfortable with each other, though he seems to be pretty attached to me. He waits by the shower until I'm finished, jumps into bed with me, and sleeps by the door while I'm gone. It's weirding me out somewhat, that sort of total devotion. I am not used to it at all, but it's pretty neat. Unsettling but neat, and I imagine that goes a long way in explain just what's wrong with me.

 Seems I might have a week or perhaps even two of solitude coming up. Not going into details, of course, but I think it will be beneficial all around. It'll give those that need it a little room to think and it'll give me time to get closer to the dog. Plus, I do miss being alone from time to time. The last time there was solitude was nice, and when it ended it was, well, nicer. This is all very new to me, so you'll have to forgive me if I stumble through it.

 And that's all I've got. Sorry.

Friday, September 7, 2012

A boy and his dog

  I don't have anything particularly interesting thoughts buzzing around my head, so this isn't going to be particularly interesting. That's just how it is.

 A lazy, muggy Friday morning is on us as the NFL season opens this weekend, and work is probably going to suck. Of course, work always sucks, but that's neither here nor there. Otis and I got up around 8:30 a.m. and had us a nice walk. As I wasn't particularly hungry, he and I had a very pleasant nap, one he's still engaging in.

 He did very well on his own last night. He was pretty wound up and happy to see me, running to grab his rope so we could play. I left him in the kitchen, and he didn't tear anything up. I'll do that for a couple more days to let him get used to occasionally being alone, and then I'll let him have the rest of the place. I'll try to get him out to the vet next week for a check up.

 Other thoughts: