Hiyaaaa! Have drunk (drunken? Drank? Drenked? Necked, mate!! ..?) most of a bottle of wine whilst binge watching Channel 4's Secret life of 4, 5 and 6 year olds because...Christmas? Also watching 4, 5 and 6 year olds is fucking funny. They talk exactly like pissed adults do. I feel I'm in good company. I too have attacks of moderate to severe social anxiety whilst in a onesie, cute bespectacled kid. I feel your pain. Also, your sheep onesie is way cooler than my penguin one. Swap?
I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to write about or how my spelling's going to pan out or even if I'm going to publish whatever this is. Proper edge of your chair, seat of your pants stuff, no? Normally at this level of "slightly warm and fuzzy" with a hint of "I-want-pizza-NOW-GET-ME-PIZZA-can-we-dance-a-bit-first-though-I-love-you-mate-WHERE-IS-MY-EFFING-PIZZA?!!" tipsy, I start talking at A as an outlet for all my thoughts and feelings. I have lots of both. More of one than the other. I'll let you be the judge. However...
What's that, you ask? Who is that hypnotic, severely cute creature (look at the picture again if the mention of balls made you do a little sick in your mouth)? Just my new dog.
We renamed the little cutie/smelly oaf Jesse in line with the Breaking Bad theme we have on the go with the feline. We named the cat Walter. Walter White. If you have no idea what I'm on about and have never seen Breaking Bad, I'll wait until you have.
... Good, isn't it? Makes meth look like so much more than a drug that makes you repeatedly hoover up all the teeth that keep on dropping out of your head, doesn't it? I have no idea what the purpose was of that episode with the fly in it either, but I remember it the most clearly for some reason. Maybe it had a secret meaning that resonated with me? We are all trying to kill our own flies in the inner lab of the...mind? Or maybe it was the simplest story arc and all the my brain is capable of actually taking in.
Did they even kill the fly in the end? I think they did.
So. Yes. Jesse. We have had him for a grand total of two days now, which obviously makes us responsible, seasoned canine guardians now. Obvs. Here is a list of what I've found to be different in my life since he barfed, snuffled, jumped and napped his way into our lives on Thursday:
1. It is awesome seeing someone lose their actual mind when you walk in the front door. I initially felt a little irked that I didn't get this treatment pre-dog, but on reflection, it would have been be weird if upon my arrival home each night, A leaped twice his height in the air and headbutted my legs until I told him enough times that he's a good boy for him to be calm. Just.. wrong.
2. I finally live with a creature who can eat faster than I can. I'm impressed and have a quiet respect for this.
3. Been going a bit insane at the fact that even though I like my new job, it involves a heckuvva lot of sitting down. The days fly by, but I do go home twitching on excess energy. Dog is answer. Dog is solution. Dog is the key. Dog is the secret. Jesse has taken me on several walkies already. I look forward to many, many more in the future. The sooner he learns to throw a frizbee for me, the better. That's how fetch works, right? God, I love walkies.
4. Dog.
5. Dog dog dog dog I HAVE A DOG!!!
Got to go now. Wine glass is empty and I need another walk.
Good talk, guys. How was my spelling?
I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to write about or how my spelling's going to pan out or even if I'm going to publish whatever this is. Proper edge of your chair, seat of your pants stuff, no? Normally at this level of "slightly warm and fuzzy" with a hint of "I-want-pizza-NOW-GET-ME-PIZZA-can-we-dance-a-bit-first-though-I-love-you-mate-WHERE-IS-MY-EFFING-PIZZA?!!" tipsy, I start talking at A as an outlet for all my thoughts and feelings. I have lots of both. More of one than the other. I'll let you be the judge. However...
*shrug*
Cat's gone out, so a heart to heart punctuated with long, intense stares of mild disdain is out of the question. And this one is currently hanging upside down on the sofa in in a creepy, open eyed coma:
Before the coma. Would take a picture now of aforementioned coma, but I can see more balls than face (his. Not mine. Not that I have balls. I'm unsure why I feel that it's important to underline this fact. Becky Taunton: Testicle free since 1988...please put that on my gravestone) in the position he's in. The internet doesn't need to see this. Take my word for it, internet. Am doing you a favour.
I GOT A DOG!!!! ANDY FINALLY LET ME GET A DOG AND HE'S PERFECT APART FROM THE FACT THAT THE CAT HATES HIM AND HE RAINBOW YAWNS ALL OVER THE CAR ON EVERY TRIP!
.....DOG!!!!! =D
... Good, isn't it? Makes meth look like so much more than a drug that makes you repeatedly hoover up all the teeth that keep on dropping out of your head, doesn't it? I have no idea what the purpose was of that episode with the fly in it either, but I remember it the most clearly for some reason. Maybe it had a secret meaning that resonated with me? We are all trying to kill our own flies in the inner lab of the...mind? Or maybe it was the simplest story arc and all the my brain is capable of actually taking in.
Did they even kill the fly in the end? I think they did.
So. Yes. Jesse. We have had him for a grand total of two days now, which obviously makes us responsible, seasoned canine guardians now. Obvs. Here is a list of what I've found to be different in my life since he barfed, snuffled, jumped and napped his way into our lives on Thursday:
1. It is awesome seeing someone lose their actual mind when you walk in the front door. I initially felt a little irked that I didn't get this treatment pre-dog, but on reflection, it would have been be weird if upon my arrival home each night, A leaped twice his height in the air and headbutted my legs until I told him enough times that he's a good boy for him to be calm. Just.. wrong.
2. I finally live with a creature who can eat faster than I can. I'm impressed and have a quiet respect for this.
3. Been going a bit insane at the fact that even though I like my new job, it involves a heckuvva lot of sitting down. The days fly by, but I do go home twitching on excess energy. Dog is answer. Dog is solution. Dog is the key. Dog is the secret. Jesse has taken me on several walkies already. I look forward to many, many more in the future. The sooner he learns to throw a frizbee for me, the better. That's how fetch works, right? God, I love walkies.
4. Dog.
5. Dog dog dog dog I HAVE A DOG!!!
Got to go now. Wine glass is empty and I need another walk.
Good talk, guys. How was my spelling?
