Happy Friggin New Years....
Aside from the obvious (that my New Years kisser is in harms way) my New Year's Eve has been....decent enough.
Took the dogs to the Bark Park now open in Georgetown for the 2nd day in a row. The big surprise was that my parents' antisocial pyranees, Grace, was just about the most social dog in the park...running up to PEOPLE. She had a case of the drools though. In other news my folks' catahoula wanted to pick fights so we ended up leaving.
Had a relaxing afternoon/evening at the house and watched Shrek 2 off the tele with the fam. And then...I realized I had forgotten to feed my puppy when we got home and it was 9 pm so she needed to eat and fast.
Fast forward 30 minutes, I look onto the porch and see a half eaten bowl of chow. I open the door and call for my Stella bell and get nothing. Dad and I scoured the perimeter of the 1/2 acre backyard and NOTHING. I'm starting to freak out now, thinking the fireworks freaked her out and she'd somehow managed to escape the yard and HELL WHAT WAS I GOING TO TELL HER DAD IN IRAQ WHO IS SMITTEN OVER HER?!?!?!
My parents have a dilapidated shed near the back fence line and our dachshund has managed to get herself stuck under there before. So against all hope I run to the shed calling her name...wherein I hear a bunch of thumps and thuds signalling that something at least is down there and trying to get out.
Mom runs off in search of a flashlight; Dad improvised and grabbed the flood light that we've used in years past for holiday yard decor.
Lo and behold, there is my 8 month old dipshit of a dog stuck under the shed:
So Dad and I take a look and decide that we best try to reposition her and/or try to dig her out. Off he goes in search of tools and I took to comforting my dog:
We're not making much headway, Mom returns (from the corner store of all places) with a flashlight and we step back to re-evaluate. In the end we decided it was best to take up the floor of the shed since she had moved again and gotten herself REALLY stuck.
In the process, Dad scraped up his head:
And while I may not look it I'm covered in grass, my hands are a bit scraped up and I've had to take off my rings to clean them in the sonic cleaner as they were covered in mud/dirt:
It's now about 11:15 or so and I need to get some antibacterial soap and bandage my wounds. Stella checked out unharmed, just spooked over the fireworks and the fact that we had to tear the "house" down to get her.
I'm so exhausted I may not make it to midnight....so Happy New Years!
Took the dogs to the Bark Park now open in Georgetown for the 2nd day in a row. The big surprise was that my parents' antisocial pyranees, Grace, was just about the most social dog in the park...running up to PEOPLE. She had a case of the drools though. In other news my folks' catahoula wanted to pick fights so we ended up leaving.
Had a relaxing afternoon/evening at the house and watched Shrek 2 off the tele with the fam. And then...I realized I had forgotten to feed my puppy when we got home and it was 9 pm so she needed to eat and fast.
Fast forward 30 minutes, I look onto the porch and see a half eaten bowl of chow. I open the door and call for my Stella bell and get nothing. Dad and I scoured the perimeter of the 1/2 acre backyard and NOTHING. I'm starting to freak out now, thinking the fireworks freaked her out and she'd somehow managed to escape the yard and HELL WHAT WAS I GOING TO TELL HER DAD IN IRAQ WHO IS SMITTEN OVER HER?!?!?!
My parents have a dilapidated shed near the back fence line and our dachshund has managed to get herself stuck under there before. So against all hope I run to the shed calling her name...wherein I hear a bunch of thumps and thuds signalling that something at least is down there and trying to get out.
Mom runs off in search of a flashlight; Dad improvised and grabbed the flood light that we've used in years past for holiday yard decor.
Lo and behold, there is my 8 month old dipshit of a dog stuck under the shed:
So Dad and I take a look and decide that we best try to reposition her and/or try to dig her out. Off he goes in search of tools and I took to comforting my dog:
We're not making much headway, Mom returns (from the corner store of all places) with a flashlight and we step back to re-evaluate. In the end we decided it was best to take up the floor of the shed since she had moved again and gotten herself REALLY stuck.
In the process, Dad scraped up his head:
And while I may not look it I'm covered in grass, my hands are a bit scraped up and I've had to take off my rings to clean them in the sonic cleaner as they were covered in mud/dirt:
It's now about 11:15 or so and I need to get some antibacterial soap and bandage my wounds. Stella checked out unharmed, just spooked over the fireworks and the fact that we had to tear the "house" down to get her.
I'm so exhausted I may not make it to midnight....so Happy New Years!