Not so easy

The hardest part of putting an 8x10 rug down? The rug pad - when you have a dog like mine.

I'm trying to measure my dog with a yardstick but she's not having it. Yardstick means bark and play, not stand still and be measured.

Oh my gosh bunnies!!!!

My dog is wagging her tail in her sleep. There has NEVER, EVER been anything cuter.

I'm still cleaning soap off of my dog. I keep seeing little stick uppy parts of fur where the soap dried into a little spike. Geez. We were walking this morning and she saw two ducks; don't ask me why there were two ducks in my neighborhood. I don't know if she's ever seen ducks before. She stared at them cocking her head for about a minute, decided they were just slow birds (birds that maybe should could actually catch) and went after them.  

Grrrrrrrr

I want to kill my dog right now. I've spent the last 15 minutes trying to get soap out of my carpet. I was checking my email when I heard her jump into the tub which, in and of itself, isn't a big deal. What I didn't know is that she had grabbed the slightly wet bar of soap and taken into the den where she then rolled over on it and ground it into the carpet. I don't feel like messing with this right now!

And now she's licking the carpet which I guess means my work is not yet done. 

If you could see me now...

...you would see me, near tears and close to hysterics, hopping from foot to foot and shaking my hands like I'm trying to dry them, all the while shouting "eww eww eww eww eww EWW!!!"

I dropped poop on my shoe. I'm traumatized. I've become a lot more zen about gross stuff since I got Elsa, but poop on the shoe is not something I can meditate away. I DROPPED POOP ON MY SHOE!!!

Eww eww eww eww eww eww eww. I thought I needed new shoes, and now I'm convinced I do.

I'm checking out The Melrose tonight. I'll let you know how it is. In other, totally unrelated news, my dog, in her uncontainable excitement to see me, almost disemboweled me tonight. 

Snow Dog

I just can't be in a bad mood when I see my dog. When I drove home tonight through all the slush and snow and beginnings of ice, it was just the beginning; I had to take Elsa out when I got home and I also thought I had to rush out to obedience class (but because of the slush, snow and beginnings of ice, I had a call on my answering machine telling me class was postponed until next week - yay!). I'm not sure she knows what snow is, based on her rather odd reaction. I was doubled over laughing as she took a step and then licked the slush, took a step and then ate some snow over and over again. She really should live in Alaska or something. She loves the cold and, apparently, snow. 

Bath Time

Elsa Wet and Dirty (and from the look of it, trying to escape)

Elsa Clean and Dry