I was actually going to launch the new WordPress blog this past weekend, but I still have a few tweaks to do and hadn't gotten around to them just yet. Hopefully I'll find some time this week and do it this coming weekend. It is coming along swimmingly now despite my previous complaining.
In the meantime, I present you with...
Ten Things I Learned From Dogsitting:
- If you show them love, they will never leave you alone... ever.
- They will interrupt anything with no cares whatsoever, even bathroom breaks.
- If you ever dogsit, expect others to find out and ask if you're willing to do the same for them. We've been hired. Seriously. And we'll be paid this time. Could be an interesting side business.
- Dogs really are a great way to meet neighbors. We met more neighbors in the past week than in the past three years we've lived here without one.
- Dogs will sniff anything, including feces. It's pretty nasty. And when you're taking care of a dog with extreme dietary restrictions (for medical reasons), you start to really pay attention to everything on the ground that a dog can sniff and, potentially, eat.
- Little dogs are real scrappers. They are willing to fight any other dog regardless of size.
- If you let a dog sleep in your bed, don't expect it to ever be "your" bed again.
- Dogs have a sixth sense about where to step. Lilly won't even look but can completely avoid fields of broken glass, mud patches, etc. Pretty amazing really.
- You can create any derivation of the name "Lilly" possible, but so long as you include the sound "Lil" in there, she will respond... "Lilliput," "Lillified," "Lillith Fair," "Lillykinz," "Lilly Monster," whatever.
- Even though Katie misses having Lilly around terribly, she's still not sure she wants a dog of her own. She really digs on the concept of Short-Term Dog Ownership. Funny.
Okay, 'nuff said.
Totally Unrelated Aside (TUA): I was driving behind a car on the way home from work and I was checking out the car's license plate as I'm wont to do more often than not. That's when I realized that the seven-digit plate was broken into a three-digit and four-digit series to resemble a phone number. And the number on the plate actually began with a legitimate prefix for the town in which we were both driving.
Would somebody really be stupid enough to put their phone number on their license plate?
Then it struck me, this is the perfect way to piss off somebody you hate. Put their phone number on your license plate along with a bumper sticker that says something like, "If you don't like my driving, asshat, call me at..."
Wait for the calls to roll in to your "friend."
Hello April Fool's Day!