I had to take the snoopy to daycare today! It’s dumb how heartbreaking it is watching him as he deals with the enormity of the tragedy happening to him, but bravely faces it nonetheless. “I don’t wanna go in there! Ok I’m going!!!!” They have to initially go into this little holding cage so they can kind of get the lay of the land before being released into the huge rampaging herd of dogs in the play area. And so he stands there like “GULP!” and like 40 dogs come up barking and sniffing at the door of the cage. GULP! Then they let him out and he’s immediately fine.
My baby! How do you even bear to take your human child to kindergarten, ugh, I can’t even think about it.
Why is my snoopy such a wiener though? He gets in the car like he’s manning up to face his own beheading. Then he sit in the passenger seat huffing and shivering and crying gently. Like I’ve ever done ANYTHING but take him in the car to something awesome, like the dog park, the pet store with free treats, or daycare where he plays all day like little lord fauntleroy. I don’t know why he is so hesitating and tremblous (just made up that rad word, you may use it for $5 a pop). I guess it is his nature to be a dainty little dewdrop who wishes not his paws to besmirch.
Yesterday he played so hard with a dog named Fred I thought he would die. Foam was dripping from his mouth. He was faster than Fred but Fred had that unusual dog-bility to do complicated geometry, and so he’d cut the snoopy off in lines as he ran in a circle. I laughed so hard. Then Fred’s owner goes “Well me and Fred, we gotta go,” which has really stuck in my head as an amazing way to phrase that concept. It reminded me actually of Night of the Hunter. “Pearl and me. We gotta be goin”
Need some advice questions you guys. Don’t you people have any problems? God knows I do.
Really any questions you’d like me to answer, I’ll give it a shot. I need some prompts. There’s nothing in my head but lesson planning and the desire for a four hour massage.
It’s darkest winter here suddenly, pitch black when I get up in the morning. WOE! I don’t mind it being dark when I get home but in the morning ’tis brutal. Luckily daylight savings is nearly upon us.
And I have to teach tomorrow, see above re: subbing!!!! WOE IS ME! Oh to have to work two days in a row is surely torture, alas!!!
Binders full of women, huh, I didn’t watch the debate but that sure sounds funny to me.
Got pretty tired of salon.com’s relentless extended cat metaphor in its debate coverage. The claws are out. This is no pussycat. He used to be a cool cat but now he’s a tiger. Romney sure doesn’t have anywhere to sharpen his claws. Jesus Christ people.
Would “Jesus Christ People” be a good band name or what? I can’t tell
Well see ya
My dog gets the trembles too. I finally decided it’s like that scene in Amelie where she’s so quietly excited about her father’s doctorly contact that he thinks she’s got a heart condition because of her racing heart. HE LIKES IT ALL SO MUCH he’s likely to pass out from the sheer joy, but all he can do is whine a little and act freaked. Maybe it’s the similar with the Snoopy. I never had to take my dude to daycare though.