having slurped down my daily motor oil-esque mother's milk (thank the gods and the powers that be for chikory coffee!) i am ready to edit this entry to add more substance.
unfortunately, i have nothing of substance to add. and i keep typing "ass" instead of add. every time. maybe it's a freudian typo? maybe i need some of afore-mentioned ass. instead, i'll continue listening to leonard cohen and entertaining my baby-dog. so about my dogs, then.
Poncho. he's a 12 week old chihuahua. he's cuter than anything. never thought i'd own adinky little dog, i grew up with basset hounds. they are the best dogs ever. unfortunately, they're back with my parents in Kentucky. Rocky, Zoe, & Chopper! and Shadow, who's not a basset, but if i leave her out she'll develop more of a "but i'm not a basset!" complex than she already has. she was a wild dog, a black, medium sized wild dog that lived in the woods behind my parents house. she came to live with them about a year ago, when she was a little over six months old. so i have a pack of dogs. it's funny, having read so much about canine pack behavior and watching it in these four dogs. there is a definite heirarchy: Rocky is the boss-dog. he's my boy. i love this guy. he'll be 12 in october. Zoe, his daughter, is seven. Chopper is a stray basset we picked up. he's skinny as hell and floppy and clumsy and looks like a cartoon dog. he's about a year old. and now there's Poncho. i love dogs. i miss my bassets and my shadow. hopefully i'll get to visit them (and my family) later this summer.
i talk to Rocky on the phone every time i call my mom. he says he's not getting enough priveleges. he is the original dog, he reminds me. he doesn't want to have to do dog things with the other dogs. he should have his own room with a bed and a ramp leading up to the bed so he won't have to jump (bassets are short) and he should be able to go to PetSmart (alone!) to pick up personal items. at least once a week. he tells me Zoe is a little bit retarded, and the Chopper is a whole lot retarded, and he and Shadow are planning to make them permanent "outside" dogs. of course Shadow would rather be outside, which would work out perfectly for Rocky, making him the only inside dog.
i tell him i'll see what i can do. my parents aren't too enthused about these suggestions.
that's it for now.
have i mentioned that i love dogs?
five things i need to survive:
coffee. cigarettes. beer. dogs. music.
and you?
unfortunately, i have nothing of substance to add. and i keep typing "ass" instead of add. every time. maybe it's a freudian typo? maybe i need some of afore-mentioned ass. instead, i'll continue listening to leonard cohen and entertaining my baby-dog. so about my dogs, then.
Poncho. he's a 12 week old chihuahua. he's cuter than anything. never thought i'd own adinky little dog, i grew up with basset hounds. they are the best dogs ever. unfortunately, they're back with my parents in Kentucky. Rocky, Zoe, & Chopper! and Shadow, who's not a basset, but if i leave her out she'll develop more of a "but i'm not a basset!" complex than she already has. she was a wild dog, a black, medium sized wild dog that lived in the woods behind my parents house. she came to live with them about a year ago, when she was a little over six months old. so i have a pack of dogs. it's funny, having read so much about canine pack behavior and watching it in these four dogs. there is a definite heirarchy: Rocky is the boss-dog. he's my boy. i love this guy. he'll be 12 in october. Zoe, his daughter, is seven. Chopper is a stray basset we picked up. he's skinny as hell and floppy and clumsy and looks like a cartoon dog. he's about a year old. and now there's Poncho. i love dogs. i miss my bassets and my shadow. hopefully i'll get to visit them (and my family) later this summer.
i talk to Rocky on the phone every time i call my mom. he says he's not getting enough priveleges. he is the original dog, he reminds me. he doesn't want to have to do dog things with the other dogs. he should have his own room with a bed and a ramp leading up to the bed so he won't have to jump (bassets are short) and he should be able to go to PetSmart (alone!) to pick up personal items. at least once a week. he tells me Zoe is a little bit retarded, and the Chopper is a whole lot retarded, and he and Shadow are planning to make them permanent "outside" dogs. of course Shadow would rather be outside, which would work out perfectly for Rocky, making him the only inside dog.
i tell him i'll see what i can do. my parents aren't too enthused about these suggestions.
that's it for now.
have i mentioned that i love dogs?
five things i need to survive:
coffee. cigarettes. beer. dogs. music.
and you?
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Wow, you sure can draw. And yer damn fucking cute.