Today is my last day of classes before Spring break. At 5:45 pm, I am free for 10 days. However, I do have a shit load of homework and reading to do. I also have two home visits for Mastiff Rescue and a dog to breed.
Dot is home and in heat. What no one tells you about dogs in heat is that they fucking stink like rotting vag, and there's nothing you can do about it. My husband was not so impressed. He is generally unhappy with me at the moment over this. As some of you may recall, I bought Dot without his consent, and he's still pissed at me over it. He hates her. He isn't mean to her, or anything, but he hates her, much in the way that I hate Simone. He will take care of her when I'm not home, but if I'm home, even if it's 1:30 in the morning and I have a midterm first thing in the morning, and I'm dead asleep, he makes me get up and take care of her (Mind you, at 1:30 in the morning, he's still fully clothed and awake, shoes and all.) He also apparently didn't realize that when I said "4 days" I meant she had to be bred 4 days in a row, not that she was only staying for 4 days. Isn't this awesome? She and Finn could care less about each other at this very moment. However, she hates Simone and isn't sure what the hell the cat is. Boz hates her, and spends her time sitting above Dot's eyeline. Doobie is also mad at me, cause old babysitter, as he is affectionately known, has the task of keeping Dot company. She lives usually with 7 other dogs in her sight 99% of the time, so it really freaks her out when everyone dissappears in the house on her. So as his revenge for having to sleep in the kitchen instead of with us, he's now breaking every rule he can find. And I'm letting him. *sighs*
I am, at least, geeked that I get to go the dog show in three weeks. And I'm not even showing any of mine. Weee!
Angie and I wanted to go riding tomorrow, so of course, the forecast instantly turned to rain. How awesome is that?
this is about the time of year that the happy time posts start to disappear. The inlaws will be home in a few weeks. I'd like to shoot myself in the face already.
Saturday is 5 years for Will and I. Hopefully we haven't killed one another before then.
Dot is home and in heat. What no one tells you about dogs in heat is that they fucking stink like rotting vag, and there's nothing you can do about it. My husband was not so impressed. He is generally unhappy with me at the moment over this. As some of you may recall, I bought Dot without his consent, and he's still pissed at me over it. He hates her. He isn't mean to her, or anything, but he hates her, much in the way that I hate Simone. He will take care of her when I'm not home, but if I'm home, even if it's 1:30 in the morning and I have a midterm first thing in the morning, and I'm dead asleep, he makes me get up and take care of her (Mind you, at 1:30 in the morning, he's still fully clothed and awake, shoes and all.) He also apparently didn't realize that when I said "4 days" I meant she had to be bred 4 days in a row, not that she was only staying for 4 days. Isn't this awesome? She and Finn could care less about each other at this very moment. However, she hates Simone and isn't sure what the hell the cat is. Boz hates her, and spends her time sitting above Dot's eyeline. Doobie is also mad at me, cause old babysitter, as he is affectionately known, has the task of keeping Dot company. She lives usually with 7 other dogs in her sight 99% of the time, so it really freaks her out when everyone dissappears in the house on her. So as his revenge for having to sleep in the kitchen instead of with us, he's now breaking every rule he can find. And I'm letting him. *sighs*
I am, at least, geeked that I get to go the dog show in three weeks. And I'm not even showing any of mine. Weee!
Angie and I wanted to go riding tomorrow, so of course, the forecast instantly turned to rain. How awesome is that?
this is about the time of year that the happy time posts start to disappear. The inlaws will be home in a few weeks. I'd like to shoot myself in the face already.
Saturday is 5 years for Will and I. Hopefully we haven't killed one another before then.
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Don't worry about making to the 5th anniversary, I got Your back