Will somebody please explain the concept of Daylight Savings Time to my dog?

Ugh.

Right where the pins were...

My finger scar is starting to hurt.

Either it's going to rain, or Lord Voldemort is near. 

Waffle Party

Every November for the last six years, I've sent out the call to a very select group for a gathering of like minded individuals. It's sorta like "Highlander." Only instead of cutting each other's heads off with swords, we eat waffles. For dinner.

Here's last year's invitation:

[cue music]

It is a dark time for the Waffle Rebellion. Although the burnt edges have been destroyed, hungry troops have driven the Rebel forces from their hidden base and pursued them across the galaxy. Evading the dreaded waffle shortage, a group of freedom fighters led by Pat Skywalker has established a new secret base on the remote ice world of Quonset.

Join us for...


Waffle Party V: The Waffles Strike Back.

(If you only knew the power of the Waffle Iron...)

Saturday, November 12, 2005
Arrive around 6:00pm. Waffles by 7:30pm.

Breakfast accoutrements and beer will be supplied.

Your knives and forks, you will not need them.


"There is no escape. Don't make [us] destroy you."

-- Pat Skywalker and Jen Solo

Calm Submissive

There's this little antique and farmstand place right up the road from us. We've been there a few times now. They have the 2 of the laziest Golden Retrievers I've ever seen.

They sit right in the middle of the floor. And it's a small store, so there's not much room to go around them. I'll walk over them and they won't even move. They look up when you first walk in to see if they know you. If not, they put their heads right back down on the ground.

They will let you come over and pet them. The tails will move a little bit. But then it's right back to perfect stillness. If you couldn't see them breathing, you would think they were stuffed dogs.

As much as I love Daisy's puppy energy, there's a small part of me that's looking forward to a time when she slows down a little bit. I'm not saying I want her to sit there all day and not move, but I'd like to be able to have her out of her crate and be able to sit still for 30 seconds.

In other words, I'm looking forward to more moments like this:

Labrador Retrievers: Nature's Spastic Little Miracles.

Grown-up furniture is expensive.

Damn.

Crate Training

Sometimes I feel bad about leaving Daisy in her crate when we go out.

But then I hear stories like this one from a co-worker, whose dog ate a whole tube of toothpaste while she was gone (including the tube).

Then puked it back up in front of her

And I feel much better.

We're doing the right thing.

(Also, the cap is still missing... )

Safety tip: Always adjust your mirrors before getting on the road. You shouldn't have to turn all the way around before merging.