Tough Life

I just came home from running an errand.

I walked in to see my dog, lying miserably on the floor, tangled up in a leopard print bra. 

It's a tough life to be a pup.

My Dog is a Marxist Revolutionary

Exhibit A

Che Guevera.

Exhibit B

Q dog. 

I was trying on my bridesmaid's dress for my cousin's wedding and the husband and I decided to play dress up with the pup.

CLEAR EVIDENCE.

It's All Gravy, Baby

The last time I posted, I think I was  in some sort of psychological/emotional breakdown. Since then, my husband and I kissed (metaphorically) and made up, so it's all good, baby.

The good of it is, (other than being back to happy, clearly) is that I learned that my dog has taught himself how to pet people.

This may be kind of weird, but really, it's very comforting and hilarious. When he senses I'm upset, he has learned a new trick: he takes his paw, puts it lightly on the center of my forehead, and pets down my nose.

Speaking of the dog-o, he just watched me put socks on, which in his mind means we're going on an adventure.

Socks= good times.

He's a funny little beast.

My Bad Haircut

This is what happens to furry little dogs who shed too much.

I butcher the crap out of their manes (especially since the clippers don't work right now.)

Don't give me that face. If you didn't grow so much hair I wouldn't have to do this.

Did you stick your tongue out at me?!?

Oh it's on now.

Bugs are Effing Disgusting and I Hate Them.

I just woke myself up out of a semi-conscious sleep. You know that nightmare where there are thousands of bugs crawling all over you? Yeah, it was that one.

EXCEPT I'M AWAKE.

Ok, I am not particularly outdoorsy. I'm outdoorsy in that way where you hop in your car, grab a cup of French Vanilla-flavored something, and go to a designated beautiful nature area and wander around with my little camera and (most likely) my little dog.

I do not like actual real nature. In fact, I have been known to use the word hate when dealing with either one of two things: chickens or bugs. Chickens are the devil's work. I have had some traumatic episodes with chickens.

Bugs terrify me.

They're gross and sneaky as hell. At least with a chicken there's a pretty big likelihood that I will know when a chicken is on me and have an opportunity to battle it off. With bugs, they're little ninjas and I never even know when I've been attacked.

And this is why I'm freaking out and, instead of sleeping so I can be a functioning human being for work tomorrow, I'm deliriously awake because it has been discovered that my little, lovable, fur baby has FLEAS.

I did not know anything about fleas prior to this little pup. My husband had to talk me off the ledge and let me know that I'm not about to become infested (though they CAN jump onto me-I'm gagging) but make sure to give him several baths, flea medicine, etc. etc.

What did this translate into? The dog has been given a military buzz cut and I have nightmares that fleas are jumping all over me and living in my eyebrows or something.

Eww, ew, ew, yick, so gross.

Puppy Love

My pup's best friend is a horse.

We met him while taking a somewhat leisurely, somewhat frantic walk down the street 2 weeks ago. About five minutes from my house there are a bunch of really cute farms with generally one cow, a couple sheep, a handful of chickens.

One of these farms has three beautiful horses. The black and white share the same field, while a lonely chestnut one is fenced in by himself. I don't know why; seems friendly to me.

Q loves animals- in Oklahoma I had to chase him through prairie dog towns pretty frequently because he tried to get his snout up in their homes all the time. So when he saw the horse, immediately he had to go befriend him.

Look at him! He's so cute!

Now, on all of our walks, Q has figured out that if he scrambles up and gets himself wedged in the rock wall right outside the fence he gets to sit there with his friend. They enjoy licking each other in the snout, sniffing one another's ears, and Q sits by while his friend eats some grass.

It's love.