Just a few random updates…
So what am I supposed to do when my dog trots out to the middle of my yard…
hikes his leg…
and pees all over the sprinkler.
Attached to the water hose.
Right where my hand goes.
Thanks Harley. Last night, the Wonder Schnoodle wasn’t so Wonder-ful.
Today I found the owner of the stray dog. Turns out the dog’s name is Levi and he lives one neighborhood away. I was able to track his owner down thanks to my neighborhood’s online message board (yea for modern technology!) and Levi was reunited with his family before lunch. So Harley the Wonder Schnoodle continues to be an only child, and I am still a long way from being the crazy dog lady.
Tonight I went out to celebrate (almost) the end of semester #5 with my classmates and my professor. As much as this class has worn me out, I have really enjoyed the other girls in the class, and my professor is fantastic. We went to a neat hole-in-the-wall for dinner, margaritas (them) and Diet Coke (me). We had so much fun that we’ve decided to do it again in July, just so we can stay in touch. Having cool people in my class makes all the late evenings and homework a lot more bearable. And, I talked to my professor about a possible PAID assistantship! If I can get my class paid for, that means I can spend that other money on stuff for my house or trips to Europe! Yipee! We’ll see if it works out… One class costs me $2700, which would buy an AWESOME two weeks abroad! Or, a new dining room set!
There’s this sad little stray dog living next door. He has no collar, but he was obviously well-loved and cared for, we just don’t know where he belongs. He hung around the house all day. He’s a little mutt, maybe 25 pounds. In fact, he looks kind of like Harley the Wonder Schnoodle, only with shorter hair. I’m tempted to adopt him, but I know that having two dogs is a bit excessive. One is manageable. One is easy to love. Two is a burden. Besides, if I ever marry a man with a dog, then I would have THREE dogs and suddenly I would be the dog lady with the smelly house. I just can’t have that.
But those sad eyes…
He did it again. Harley the Wonder Schnoodle pooped on his ball. He’s obsessed with this ratty, half-chewed tennis ball that he carries around with him all the time. He even sleeps with this ball. It’s his prized possession.
Which is why I don’t know why he wasn’t more careful to not poop on it (while outside… I felt the need to clarify). Seriously. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s ever done this. It’s probably the fifth. So now yet another ball had to be tossed in the garbage, never to be seen again. And Harley knows exactly where it is, which is why for the next week, he’s going to cry at my back door, begging me to let him go retrieve it from the can in the garage.
Men. I just don’t get them. If Harley were a girl, I guarantee you the ball would still be here.