Ms. Kitty vs. the Boyfriend...

I have had Ms. Kitty for almost 7 years. I found her at the SCPA and just had to have her. I must say that she has been the best pet ever. As she has gotten older (she is about 11 now) I have noticed that she is getting more clingy and needy. She sleeps right next to me near the pillow. She never did this before-always on the foot of the bed. It has been an odd trend in her behavior. Then I met someone early in the year. He is a cool guy and I really like him. Ms. Kitty likes him too. It seems she has taken up the roll of that high school trip chaperone. You know the type….slaps you if you get "to close for comfort." When my man stays over Ms. Kitty turns into that chaperone. Getting between us, climbing on top of both of us, meowing her displeasure every step of the way! It is like she is yelling "STOP IT! HE'S MINE!" She is very protective. Although lately I am concerned about whom she is protecting. Me or him? I mean it is like Ms. Kitty has turned Baptist or something.

The New Dog...

Day 1 8/27

Phillip calls me telling me that he has a dog that needs a home. A friend of his ex-girlfriend has a Yorkshire Terrier that she needed to get rid of. He said he is really cute and really laid back, about a year old. So I get home from work and he brings this super cute Wookie looking creature over. This dog apparently has been passed around but he has a good attitude and is really friendly and laid back. After he leaves I am stuck looking at this creature and vise versa. I picked him up and looked right at him and informed him of the rules of the house.
1. There will be no using the bathroom in my house.
2. Any barking must be kept to a minimum.
3. I know people spoil Yorkies. Do not expect me to spoil you rotten.
a. I will not carry you
b. I will not prepare special meals/table feed you
c. I will not dress you in ridiculous looking costumes
4. Ms. Kitty is the boss around here. Leave her alone and she won't cut you.
5. I will NOT have a dog that bites…period

It seems that he has gotten the message. Although he is incredibly intrigued by Ms. Kitty. She may still cut him….only time will tell. Anyway, I am reluctant to name the dog just yet. Once a name has been produced then there is no turning back.

Day 2 8/28:

The first night went well. Although he did wake me up a few times in the night. Ms. Kitty gets up to use her bathroom and grab a few morsels of Meow Mix before returning back to bed. The sound of her in the litter box freaked puppy out. He barked once and I said NO NO. He looked at me like he understood and refrained from further vocal outbursts. I took him out before heading to the office. He pees, he poos, he is done. Perfect! I was very apprehensive of keeping him in his small crate while away at work. So I decided to set him up in the bathroom. I put a small pillow, blanket, water, a little food, a chew toy, and radio so he could listen to some music (classical). I got home and he was thrilled to see me. He did not use the bathroom at all. I took him outside and he proceeded to pee on everything, marking his territory I am sure. I took him out again before going to bed. Same issue during the middle of the night. He jumped down this time to see what Ms. Kitty was up to. He jumped several times. But when he wanted on the bed he whined like he wanted me to pick him up. NOW WAY! You got up here once; you can do the same again. Surprisingly he is a good jumper as my bed is somewhat tall. He finally settled down and went to sleep. So far so good.
I will be posting pictures and updates before the end of the week!

A River Runs Though It...

I needed to get out of town for a few days and so I did. I went tubing/white water rafting. It was fun until almost the end of the experience when I guess some begotten karma kicked in and I was washed away from my inflated water vessel. The rapids and current were so strong that my water shoes were ripped right off my feet! You need those shoes when in the water because the rocks are sharp and slippery. Those shoes are long gone now. Thank goodness my bathing suit was tied! Anyway, we were coming up on some fairly strong rapids and someway, somehow I was thrown from my tube. I went straight into the rapids and this is when my shoes came off. The first thing I did was grab my sunglasses so I wouldn't loose them. The current pulled me under the rapids and I picked up some major speed. I could not see underwater and had no idea where I was going until I finally surfaced. I only had enough time to get some air when I hit a rock. I tried to stop using my feet but to know avail. After hitting the rock that was impossible to grab onto I was once again trusted into the current and down another set of rapids. This time much worse than the first one. I went way under the water and as I began to panic I reminded myself that panicking causes drowning. All my years of water safety started to kick in and did my best to surface. I finally did and there was nothing to grab but I was able to swim out of the current (due to my kick-ass side stroke) and grabbed onto a big branch. From there I went to the side and climbed out of the river. I was not in good shape as I was out of breath, disoriented, and just basically freaked out. At this point I was done with it all. I am very sore and a little bruised-as hard as I kept hitting rocks I am surprised that I don't look like a victim of domestic violence in one of those Lifetime TV movie specials! I am just super sore and my feet are killing me! But I never lost my sunglasses!

Text Message Junkie...

I officially admit that I am a text message junkie. I am turning over anew leaf. After viewing my wireless bill, then pulling myself off thefloor, I am still is disbelief. The bill doesn't lie. My plan is 200 msgsper month then 10 cents per msg. Last month I doubled that limit. 413text messages. WTF? Now, I know where the bulk of these messages go. I have got to get some rehab! I have decided that I will NOT text for at least a week. If you text me and get no response then you know why or I will simply call you back. I text my friends if I am in mettings or simplyunable to talk-that used to be the way it was. Now I text when it would beeasier to just call. And you know text flirting really whipes out thelimit. I have several options:1. Continue on and file bankruptcy due to extreme text messaging2. Change my plan to include more messages3. Slow my ass downOption 2 seems more logical but I think I will give option 3 a chance.