this yard ain't big enough for the both of us

"Dad brought home this new thing. I didn't know what it was. Still don't. At first, I did what I do whenever something new and strange shows up. I hid behind my daddy.

After a few minutes of this, I decided it was safe enough for a little reconnaissance mission. Like I always say, it's important to know your enemies.

Pretty soon, after I had mapped out all of the intruder's weak points and deciphered its pattern of movement, it was time for an attack.
While I was unable to kill it, I am proud to report that it has not been spotted since. The backyard is once again under my exclusive reign."

all along the watchtower

me: hey babe. what should i call this post? "sentry"?
bryan: how bout "all along the watchtower"?
me: our back deck isn't really a watchtower though is it?
bryan: whatever. bean likes bob dylan.
me: you mean hendrix?
bryan: i mean dylan.

anyway, here's the picture:



"there's a new puppy on the block. he lives next door. if i stand up on the deck like this, i can just barely see him. i wish he'd come over to play. but i am too much of a spaz. when he tried to come over last week i freaked out and got all excited. i couldn't sit still and wait for him to come inside and i bounced on him. i guess he doesn't like to wrestle.

now i have to resort to being a peeping tom."

lap dog

i know the words "pit bull" and "lap dog" probably aren't synonymous in most people's minds. but i believe this picture will convince you otherwise.

bean is much more likely to hoist herself onto bryan's lap, as she is a daddy's girl and always has been. she particularly likes to do so when i am in the room trying to have a conversation with bryan. hmmm. jealous, perhaps? anyone know what the opposite of an oedipal complex is?

the good life

bryan got home from work at five. we just finished a lovely dinner of black bean quesedillas with red onion, salsa, and spinach. now i am poking around on the web. the be good tanyas are playing on the living room stereo. and my family is here in the office with me, napping together on the couch.















i don't see how it can get any better than this.

things that make me sleepy, part 2

destroying my toys:

especially the rubber ones. they're just so.....chewy. i mean, with the stuffed ones, it's not even a challenge anymore. just rip rip rip, and then fling the stuffing around the house. borrrr -rrring. anyway, i've already killed all of my stuffed toys, so now it's on to the so-called "indestructible" ones. hah! yeah....sure.

p.s. - it looks like i'm on the bed here but i'm not. that would be something that other dogs get to do. i am banished to the floor. fine, mom and dad. be that way.

but i'm taking your comforter with me.

p.p.s. - unfortunately, the adoption of a sister for bean didn't work out. so she is still an only dog. it's just as well, because if i had two blogs to keep up with, i'd probably have to drop out of grad school to find the time. priorities, ya know? they're....important.