I've been lazy, no point in denying it. The furkids and I need to do more walking. The boys have gotten even pudgier than I have, since a Los Angeles summer always convinces them that the only place in the world worth being is that special spot on the staircase where they get hit by both the AC vent and the dining room fan. I think the landing actually has two dog-shaped divots now. Now that the weather has cooled off they actually want to be outside longer than the time it takes them to lift a leg and give me an abused puppy face while panting dramatically. Spoiled? MY dogs? Okay, okay, maybe. But only in the summer when A) I'm too hot and lethargic to do more than glare and B) they damn well know it. Maybe this weekend we'll drive down to the duck pond and go for a short hike. If the water around here wasn't so freaking gross, I'd love to see if they'd enjoy swimming lessons. Eh. What can you do.
I've been trying to think of dog themed stories I could try submitting to Bark, my new obsession. At the least I'll submit some photos to see if the boys get into the Smiling Dogs page.
And not that any of you care, but the most wonderful thunderhead just broke, and it's too awesome a sound to describe. There's nothing more wonderful than a clap of thunder followed by the first patter of rain on your rooftop. Egads, enough with the waxing poetic.
Anyone else wish Lindsay Lohan stayed a cute funny chick instead of turning into a psycho crack whore? They're playing Freaky Friday on the Disney channel, and damn, she used to be such an adorable kid. And why did my university library just pop up in an ad for a new Disney movie? Where the hell was I?
Top five things I really, truly SWEAR to do sometime this week:
1.) Look at more sets. Aside from
Flux and Ember, I haven't looked at any new sets in weeks.
2.) Take my mom out to lunch (added bonus being that I love cruising down Pacific Coast Highway and the streets of Santa Monica with the top down and my hair swept up in a scarf like Grace Kelly, AND that I can visit the Harry Potter store).
3.) Take Bruno to the groomer, because he looks pathetic when I clip him
4.) Write a short story.
5.) Take the dogs somewhere fun.
And see Resident Evil. Okay, six things.
I've been trying to think of dog themed stories I could try submitting to Bark, my new obsession. At the least I'll submit some photos to see if the boys get into the Smiling Dogs page.
And not that any of you care, but the most wonderful thunderhead just broke, and it's too awesome a sound to describe. There's nothing more wonderful than a clap of thunder followed by the first patter of rain on your rooftop. Egads, enough with the waxing poetic.
Anyone else wish Lindsay Lohan stayed a cute funny chick instead of turning into a psycho crack whore? They're playing Freaky Friday on the Disney channel, and damn, she used to be such an adorable kid. And why did my university library just pop up in an ad for a new Disney movie? Where the hell was I?
Top five things I really, truly SWEAR to do sometime this week:
1.) Look at more sets. Aside from
Flux and Ember, I haven't looked at any new sets in weeks.
2.) Take my mom out to lunch (added bonus being that I love cruising down Pacific Coast Highway and the streets of Santa Monica with the top down and my hair swept up in a scarf like Grace Kelly, AND that I can visit the Harry Potter store).
3.) Take Bruno to the groomer, because he looks pathetic when I clip him
4.) Write a short story.
5.) Take the dogs somewhere fun.
And see Resident Evil. Okay, six things.
i've have never read a story about a three legged dog in a big city. i wonder what social issues that would create in the dog/human world.