It is me who lets the dog out
No, dear reader(s), I’m not dead… I only feel like it.
I didn’t expect that trying to house-train a furry brown tornado would mean me going 10 days between posts. But keeping him from whizzing on the carpet and eating the couch while taking care of the domestic duties is leaving very little time for this webbed log. Or sleeping.
But I’m starting to unclench the tiniest little bit, so maybe I can start going fewer than 10 days between entries. Though I have nothing specific to write about, I can use this post as an excuse to post another dog picture:
BASIE: Oh, man… this dog is cute and all, but he’s killing me. With me working nights and then having to get up to get the kids off to school AND taking a whining puppy out to pee 47 times a night, I am a walking zombie. And during my nights off, I get terribly anxious about his sleeping patterns and how they affect mine. Basically, I’m no fun to be around right now. It’s only been the past few days that I’ve started to feel a little less anxious, and that’s probably because instead of sticking him back in his crate at 2 a.m. I just stick him in bed with me. It’s all about preserving sanity, baby.
He’s starting to learn basic commands, too. First was “come,” which he’s doing pretty OK on. Now we’re working on “sit.” Mrs. Communist is doing an excellent job teaching him that stuff. I just watch and do what she does.
WEATHER: Snow is wonderful while it’s falling, and it’s also great when it causes a snow day. But I’m quite ready for it to be gone now. But a foot of snow takes a while to melt, even in 45-degree weather. And Basie’s having a hard time taking a dump in the snow:
Those of you who think west-side neighborhoods get preferential treatment from the snowplows would be wrong. City crews didn’t make it out our way, and thanks to the freaky early February thunderstorm that dumped like an inch of sleety rain, the streets in my neighborhood are shin deep in the dirty gray slop. The storm sewers are blocked because of the snow, so what is melting isn’t going anywhere. Where the slop has melted, there is an ankle-deep puddle of frigid water. I can’t wait for that to freeze. (UPDATE 10:32 a.m. Feb. 4: Snowplows are plying my streets as I type this. Awesome.)
SUPER BOWL: I didn’t watch it. It looks like I missed a hell of a game. My brother got me “Big Brain Academy: Wii Degree” for my birthday, so Mrs. C and the kids and I played that instead. If you have a Wii, I highly recommend picking up this title. It’s easy enough for kids to get involved but also challenging enough for adults to enjoy, too.
We got so engrossed with “BBA” that I totally forgot about the Super Bowl, which I can’t bear to watch anymore anyway. It wasn’t until after I let Basie out about 1 a.m. that I turned on “SportsCenter” expecting the anchors to be fellating Tom Brady. What a surprise to see Eli Manning not screwing it up. And here I thought all he wanted to do was play squash.
