Dog gone log puller!

Keith exchanged dogs, meaning that he caged one and let the other one roam. Cheyenne was in typical form. "She literally dragged me across the floor", Keith coughed out while laughing. He isn't too pleased with her puppy behaviors right now, but they might diminish over time. Each dog is strong and together they could easily pull a wagon with their family of three.

"Eskimo, ex-cargo, my Radio Flyer go 160, swiftly. Eukanuba run, true run run run..."

The p-p-p-p-puppy power didn't much like the high movement antics of bi-peds playing Wii, when they weren't allowed in front of the TV or to jump on players or to chew on neat, new-smelling toys and gadgets. It wasn't nearly as fun for the puppies as adults. Cheyenne and Echo were, however, happy to get lovies and lie on laps and find naughty activities such as chewing heirlooms, toys; pulling food from previously-thought safe places. Cheyenne and Echo had itchy places I found. They were licking appreciations to me, sometimes smelling of wicked foulness in their mouths.

According to Keith who used the company ulta-expensive camera to shoot some shots, he got a me does Kilroy, half a face peering over a dog, while I scratched and lovied her. What silly, lovable dogs. "Pets" are theaputic. More often, pets are adopted family, sitting on furniture, lying in beds and sharing almost everything, including bathroom time. I remember this of Sid, especially, wanting to sit with me or right outside the door, if I could close the door fast enough.

+ title from Disney's "101 Dalmations"

Dogs gone mild

Dogs bite and chew each other. They sit on people's laps. They lick and nibble on your ears. They try to steal your snacks.
They also share their muddy prints upon your once-clean jacket. It's okay, it was washed; next week they will attack it.

Echo got to ride in the car to the video store then to Starbucks. He got free lovin' scratches from the window person who wasn't too disppointed to pet his soft head. Without a "woof", he wiggled his "typical" rottweiler stump of a tail. He sat midseat, for getting him to stay in back was a battle not worth fighting.

Cheyenne, the naughty, was at home. She greeted him when he came in, jealous that he smelled of other places (the car).

Sadness

I skipped my thoughts on my sadness in favor of helping disassmble (Short Circuit robt claining otherwise) the Christmas tree. It didn't help my mood. I did put on old radio comedy for the folks including Burns & Allen, Jack Benny, Bob Newhart, Smother Brothers.

I still have little joy in my heart. Smiling is a commodity I cannot share.

I compiled pictures for family and

namely, PA family of the family here in FW during this Christmas and New Year. The line was long, yet a bratty old woman ahead of me claimed, "that woman is holding my place" (while she put her crap together. Nice. There was a woman behind her that was older and carrying larger boxes. The woman took no notice and continued to be in the way. I moved a stand, allowing the encumbered woman to walk by, later setting her boxes on a desk. She declined to allow me to carry them for her. I guess that makes sense.

I saw a young boy from the neighborhood who attneds a local school. Adrian passed by me with a smile. Good kid, though his house is full of people. That house, in particular, has had large families historically. The previous group was at least two families with 12 some people in a three or four bedroom house. Yikes! There was a third family that seemed to "time share".

I found and old 60s - 70s band, Spooky Tooth. I heard a song and forever could not find the group, "Green Eyed Lady". They aren't what you'd call hard rocking, but for the 60s/70s they were medium rock. I saw the geography and topography of my father's back. He claimed to have regional-specific itching. The area had a spot and on its lateral a different and scarier spot. Hmm. He claimed that he was going to see the dermatologist. I only hope that he does.

His moles are odd, but not uncommon. The other areas are of some concern to me.

Here is a blastoma, not nearly as bad as previous ones my mother has had. It is one of the wonders and "joys" of diabetes.

Parting away from my old ways

Adam and Eve were tempted into biting the apple. Despite the bounty and plenty around them, they chose to eat the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge. For this, sin and Satan shows his lust for control. I engage in ranting so often, I fail to see the beauty. I have bitten the apple of knowledge, bear my mark of sin and must always be weary of sin and temptations. I have been filled with want, desire, and more, more, more. I seek to change and reflect no on my exile from Eden and what lies ahead for me and for other generations -- poisoned from my sins.