I have no words...

Summary haiku:
When I die, I want
all my pets to die with me.
Judge Judy outs me.



So, I was sitting here eating my dinner and reading a book, only halfway listening to the TV. But when I heard the madness going down on Judge Judy, I had to shift my focus.

This old man was suing an animal rescue owner because she wouldn't give him back a dog that he'd given up for adoption. Judge Judy put the kibash on that and here's why:

The man in question had been living with an old lady, his companion. When she died, her last wishes were to have her 17 Chihuahuas euthenized and cremated and buried with her in a pet cemetary. (Yes, she herself wanted to be buried in the pet cemetary as well.)
So, this guy did that with 9 of her dogs!

I don't know who's crazier, the dead dog lady or this moron who killed 9 pooches. Anyway, Judge Judy let him have it and I laughed.

Santa pictures? Nevermind.

Summary haiku:

My pets can't take the
input at Feeders Supply.
Chaos. Kill me now.


Holy shit. I thought that the Santa pics would be a pain (see below post), but I was totally unprepared for the scene that awaited me at the pet store. It was the last day of Santa pics, so Feeders was a freakin' madhouse.

As I was walking out the door, Archie looked so sad. He LOVES riding in the car and wanted to come along. You can guess what happened.

Taking them both -- even while wearing their Gentle Leader collars -- was too horrifying to describe. Upon being in the store for 30 seconds, I decided against the photos. I cruised about 1 1/2 aisles before we got in the car and came back home.

I dropped off Archie and took Lucy back to the store. She picked out some toys and a new jacket (for walks on freezing days, see above), as her old one is too small. It matches her paws perfectly!

On a partially related note, Archie actually loves to wear his coat, collars or any manner of adornments. He also loves to get a bath. Javacia calls him metrosexual. He probably is. I mean, look at him. This looks like a school picture pose in his favorite first-day-of-school outfit.



Happy end of the weekend to you!

Just snow already!

Summary haiku:
Brain overflowing
with sweaters, paint colors and
fresh blankets of snow.





In addition to our internet router being on the fritz, I've also been missing in action because we bought a house (above)! It's really exciting and kind of scary. We love our place, which has an upstairs and a finished basement, too. Loads of space. More that I know what to do with.
Which is probably why I've become obsessed with HGTV. In a nutshell, our house is in great shape, but every room (except the ones in the basement) are in immediate need of a non-revolting paint color. For ideas, I have been watching HGTV non-stop as I arranged our lives carefully into Office Depot boxes I liberated from work.
I guess I never cared much about that channel before, when we were renting. But I have discovered so many awesome shows, that I actually forgot to flip back over and watch "Nip/Tuck" this week and "Project Runway" last week, which is unheard of. I'm always on top of my TV schedule.

Anyway...




The new house has kept me cheery, because the winters here are so depressing! If it's going to be cold and wet out, I'd rather just see it snow. The snow is pretty, and the weather is usually warmer when there are fresh flakes. Last week, it snowed 4 or 5 in one day in my hometown of Spokane, Wash. (above). Sigh. I miss waking up to a fresh blanket of snow. It makes the world seem so clean and full of ... inspiration.






I am fascinated by the idea of having an Ugly Christmas Sweater Party. This is my goal for the 2008 holiday season.





I'm getting ready to take Lucy to Feeders Supply to pick out her Christmas toys and birthday present, which is Dec. 27. She loves choosing her own toys ... And don't tell my hubby, but they're still doing pet pictures with Santa there from noon-4 p.m. today. The money goes to the Humane Society, and Lucy loves people, so it'll be a win-win. Archie would probably eat Santa's face (he doesn't like men with beards), so he's staying home with Dad, which will also stave off any suspicion that I might be doing Santa pics in the first place. Bwahahaha!
Oh God, am I a crazy dog mom? Oh well.