The Pits

I went out this evening, well, not really out. I went over to the BF’s house to watch some television shows that he Tivo’d for me while he worked on his car or some such thing. Anyway, when I came home I found a basket turned over on the floor and the red potatoes that were in it strewn about. As I was cleaning up, I noticed that basket holding the peaches was missing. I searched the house and found the basket in the dog room, peaches all missing. I think that there were 6 peaches left. I looked everywhere for the peach pits and then turned to Truck he looked back at me with his half guilty / half ‘fuck you’ look that screamed I ate the peaches. Knowing that peach pits contain cyanide, I panicked. I felt his belly but felt no obvious lumps. Then I ran to the internet to find out what I should do. It turns out peach pits contain only slight amounts of cyanide, but enough to kill a small dog. What about 6 pits? I called the vet (the man was foolish enough to give me a 24-hour emergency number) and he told me to watch him for a bit and if seemed sick to call him back. How am I to tell if he is sick?

It has been several hours and both dogs seem to be fine normal. I will keep you posted.

It turns out I am not the most self-absorbed person on earth

"If it would make you feel better you can come over and watch me wash my car."

Being a working mom

I just got that dreaded call from the dog sitter. She comes every afternoon to let the boys out and to play for about a half-an-hour. She called to tell me that Truck is sick. Oh, my poor baby. I want to go home and comfort him, but I have to sit here and wait to get fired.

My True Love

I have to take a break from all this sex talk, I am just not that interesting to maintain that sort of conversation for too long. So we must get back to the real purpose of this blog, to publicly express my love for my dog. You must admit that he is the most handsome dog in all of dogdom.

Even though it is against the rules, Truck gets to sleep on the bed with me. He gets his own pillow. He often has doggie dreams in which I assume he is beating up other dogs to become the heavy weight fighting champion of the world. Sometimes I have to wake him up when he is snoring in my ear, but that does not happen to often. In the morning, he rolls over on his back and puts his head on my shoulder, so that I can rub his belly and tell him how handsome he is. Then he gives me a doggie kiss and we start our day. Him terrorizing the neighbors and me off to earn money to support him in the lifestyle in which he has become accustomed.

I think I made a mistake

I was asking The BF for a favor earlier today, when he teasingly asked “What I am going to get for this?” It suddenly hit me that I have no bargaining power. My lack of sexual inhibition is a bad thing. If I accidentally scratch his truck, I can’t say “You know that one thing you want to do…”, because 3 weeks ago I thought that thing sound like a great fun. What this really means is that I am going to have to get more deviant and hold it back. So if I do something naughty in future, I can say “I am so sorry. Oh, I forgot to tell you that Inga and Freya, you remember them? Those innocent twin 18-year old blonds, I met the other day. Well, they need a place to sleep tonight. I am so sorry.”