New Family Member

The meet and greet with the new puppy went well, so they neutered him on Friday and I picked him up Friday afternoon.  Saturday went great.  He (Wolf) was very well behaved.  That was just to trick me into a false sense of security.  On Sunday, he relaxed enough to be a royal pain in the ass.  He's just a baby--five months old--so he needs lots of training.  Miss Sheba lets him go too far before she puts him in his place. I'm trying to support her status as alpha dog, but she needs to be a little more foreceful, I think.  I'd love to talk to her about it, but she is a dog, after all.

Hubby is driving me way more crazy than the dog.  He's not mature enough for a puppy.  I've been monitoring Wolf all weekend.  When I couldn't monitor him, he was in his crate.  Somehow he managed to get away long enough to chew through the phone cord.  When hubby got up this morning and I got back from walking Wolf in the rain, he holds up the chewed through cord and says, "Do you have any idea what happened here?"  I don't know.  I chewed through it, butthead.

It's a rainy, breezy day here that reminds me fall is coming.  Fall is my least favorite time of the year.  So many bad things happened in the fall.  Well, so many bad things happened all year round when I was a kid, but things were particularly worse in the fall.  My good friend, Cutter  has a tough time getting through November.  I know how it goes. 

So there you have it.  Another day.  

America held hostage day 1690 (sometimes I'm just too depressed to read through another moronic Bush quote--make up your own and insert here)