Whenever I'm gone too long the dogs pretty much act like unsupervised kindergartners. I came in to a house with pillows everywhere, covers everywhere, my PJs and socks strewn about and my favorite - two dog beds were stacked one inside the other. How the heck did they pull that one off??? What is it about people clothes to some dogs? In this case, TRex uses my pjs or other clothes as almost a security blanket. I had to quit letting him come into the bathroom while I'm taking a shower because while I'm cleaning up he'll pull my clean clothes down and cocoon himself in them. THEN he proceeds to lick my legs and feet. eeeewwww I love my dogs, but that totally goobs me out.
|CHOW DOWN Suzie Girl|
I have to admit it's a crappy end to a crappy day. I had my 3rd dentist appointment tonight regarding my root canal/crown. And it was the worst yet - they were literally drilling into my gum to make room for the damn crown and then they gave me some chick that has to be a dominatrix in her spare time because she was NOT nice and seemed to enjoy inflicting pain. She gouged into my gums with one of those dental picks, continued to have me open WIDER AND WIDER while she'd turn her ass around and do something else. And most annoying, she couldn't figure out how to do the damn mold thing so I had to endure that literally 6 times. I'm not a claustrophobic person, but that completely wigs me out because I'm convinced my teeth are going to be glued together and I won't be able to breathe, and of course die.... AND she kept me upside down for the entire thing. It sucked - I was actually lying to her and telling her my temporary crown felt great just to get away from the sadist.
Thank goodness I have the sweetie pie dogs to come home to. Joe's with his Dad tonight because I'm usually in no condition to be a halfway decent mother after a trip to a dentist office. I'm too feeling sorry for myself and pissed at the world. ;) I can't help but smile, though, when I see the gang. Tonight when Leon saw me outside the fence (because I had to come in the back you know!!) he started whining he was so relieved I was home. Whether it was for my company or my opposable thumbs that help feed him, I'm not sure. Here he is looking pretty cute next to a toy we've dubbed the zombie duck - it makes real bird sounds and every time Leon thinks he's killed it ... it comes back to life with more chirps and cheeps and drives him a little batty. :)