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Yikes! September 5, 2011

Posted by Peeps in Family, Home, random stuff.
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Okay, so I was supposed to put up Monday Musings, even though it’s totally my wife’s thing.  Yeah, well.  It’s amazing how things don’t work out the way you’d like them to.

She’s back in New Jersey, trying to help my mother get moved.  Even though it’s been well over a year.  And probably never going to happen, regardless of what I do.

I’m home, doing routine stuff and trying to keep both dogs in line.  And I am here to tell you, that in spite of understanding the hardships my wife is going through, having been there, I am very glad that I drink.

The dogs are still trying to find out where they fit in the house.  I’ve known for years that my wife is the alpha dog in our home.  That’s fine.  That’s the way things are supposed to be.

Jarly has understands this.  That’s why he’s his momma’s dog.  Gretchen is another story.

She seems to recognize my wife’s authority.  Mostly, anyway.  And she seems to think that I smell nice and that I’m pretty cuddly.  Oh, and that I’m mean for not letting her have fun.

And while my wife has been not having a fun weekend in a serious way, I could be having more fun.

Sunday morning’s walk was less than great.  It was hot and muggy outside.  And the flint in my lighter decided to die.  So, relaxing and smoking was out.  Just great.  On the plus side, they decided that is was way too awful outside to walk far.  On the down side, less walking means dogs that are not tired.  And tired dogs are happy dogs.

Morning and early afternoon were fine.  I did several things in the kitchen and had no dogs underfoot at all. And no snarling, which is even better.

And then Gretchen decided that she wanted to play. She tends to “play” very much like this:

They got their afternoon walk. Still too hot to go much of anywhere. Even feeding them didn’t seem to help. But I was vigilant. And no one ended up hurt. Not even bruised. Not even me.

Needless to say, a couple of dog toys and a pillow didn’t make it in spite of everything. Although, to my credit, I managed to keep the dogs far enough apart that they didn’t have any issues with each other. Which is good. When they do, someone’s blood gets spilled. All too often mine.

I’m tired. I miss my wife. I’m tired of dogs with attitudes. I don’t want to vacuum the living room any more. And I want everybody to just get along.

And in the meanwhile, there’s booze. Am I weak? Probably. But I don’t care.