Recovering
Banana. Sparkles. Barky. Cookie. Mr. B. Little one. Big guy. Buddy. Lambie. Young man. Boo. Angel. Sweet pea. My boy.
These are the various nicknames Sparky has been stuck with since I came back from school. It feels oddly formal to call him by his real name unless I want his attention. I don't know if he's latched on to any of them. Maybe "banana." But I tend to speak differently when calling him a name and he definitely reacts to it. I've heard that while dogs can't really distinguish the words you're saying, they can differentiate different tones of voice. When you say the two of you are going walking, the dog gets excited, not because of the word WALK but because he's recognized by your tone of voice that something fun is going to happen. It makes sense, but sometimes Sparky seems to pick up on individual words, especially if you're talking about a member of the family. Mommy (that's me). Grandma. Grandpa. Uncle Al. They all get him pumped up.
Woke up this morning feeling just as bad as I did yesterday. I ended up throwing up some of the delicious veal piccata we'd had for dinner. After that I felt much better. Still, I'm taking it easy today. (Although I can't say I take it particularly hard any other day.) Mom's taken Alex to Cincinnati to see a speech therapist. I thought about tagging along but couldn't really think of anything that would make the trip worthwhile.
I have had some luck - apparently some of my "thin" dresses sold at the consignment store, so I have a little more money to add to my account. I was so sorry to see them go - some of them had never been worn and they were all adorable. But what's the point of keeping them if I can't wear them? It's like a reminder that I'm fat every time I got into my closet.
Was very impressed with the Klimt scents from the BPAL update last night. I would really like to get my hands on them. Unfortunately, despite my little profit, I'm still pretty broke, so I'll have to wait. It feels like all I'm doing this month is waiting.
These are the various nicknames Sparky has been stuck with since I came back from school. It feels oddly formal to call him by his real name unless I want his attention. I don't know if he's latched on to any of them. Maybe "banana." But I tend to speak differently when calling him a name and he definitely reacts to it. I've heard that while dogs can't really distinguish the words you're saying, they can differentiate different tones of voice. When you say the two of you are going walking, the dog gets excited, not because of the word WALK but because he's recognized by your tone of voice that something fun is going to happen. It makes sense, but sometimes Sparky seems to pick up on individual words, especially if you're talking about a member of the family. Mommy (that's me). Grandma. Grandpa. Uncle Al. They all get him pumped up.
Woke up this morning feeling just as bad as I did yesterday. I ended up throwing up some of the delicious veal piccata we'd had for dinner. After that I felt much better. Still, I'm taking it easy today. (Although I can't say I take it particularly hard any other day.) Mom's taken Alex to Cincinnati to see a speech therapist. I thought about tagging along but couldn't really think of anything that would make the trip worthwhile.
I have had some luck - apparently some of my "thin" dresses sold at the consignment store, so I have a little more money to add to my account. I was so sorry to see them go - some of them had never been worn and they were all adorable. But what's the point of keeping them if I can't wear them? It's like a reminder that I'm fat every time I got into my closet.
Was very impressed with the Klimt scents from the BPAL update last night. I would really like to get my hands on them. Unfortunately, despite my little profit, I'm still pretty broke, so I'll have to wait. It feels like all I'm doing this month is waiting.