Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Closing Ceremonies for BarkFest 2012
Joe: "Aw, crap! I've got spots all over the front of it! This shirt is a hot mess."
To which Em replied: "Are you sure it's the shirt?"
Yeah, I'm laughing--but not too hard. I'm a hot mess these days too. Criminy, I'm leaving comments for people on the wrong blogs for goodness sakes. Sigh. I only have one excuse, and it's lame--I'm gonna blame the Weiner Dog.
Sammy is leaving tonight and the only one who couldn't be happier is Sammy himself. You'd think we beat the darn thing for how happy he is to be going home. What is with that??! I mean, we let him sleep in our bed with us. He gets a treat if he just looks outside. He drinks from the pond and chases the birdies. Then when that fun is over, he goes over and barks at the two barky doofuses next door--AND I don't even yell at him to stop. It's rainbows and butterflies and unicorns for this dude when he's here--what else can a dog want???
So, after tonight, the world will be back in order. Hobbes can sit on my chest and get his "lovin'" in the morning. Grace won't have to jump up on the counter to eat anymore. Joe won't have to worry about being "spooned" by the dog when he sleeps and I won't have to listen to the incessant whining to go home. Emma--well, she's oblivious to the whole dog thing anyway. She'll just be Emma.
But I can't promise that I will make comments on the right blog or to the right people. You'll just have to laugh amongst yourselves and go searching on other people's blogs for your comments. And roll your eyes and wonder what is up with Lin.
I'm still a hot mess. A dog-less one at that.