Alternate title: Things Which I Mean to Blog On and Somehow Gloss Over
Me: I’ve been blogging for 61 consecutive days. I don’t really have any opinion on that. Maybe because I’ve attempted this whole “blog every day for a year” thing at least twice before and gotten to about twice that number before losing steam. I don’t feel bored or pressured by the idea presently so I guess that’s well and good. I think if that holds true I won’t have any issue, but I’ve always blogged as per my own whim and not because I felt obligated to. So, we’ll see.
I have been having some incredibly random dreams the last several days. They aren’t especially bad but I find that I am very stressed out during them and so have ben waking up anything but rested. Last night, was no exception though the dream itself is terribly intriguing and I think has become the roots of something I want to write. It’s not the first time I’ve found that something in a dream sparks some creativity, but this is the first time where I feel like an actual outline presented itself. Need to think more on that. Also, really wish I could get some restful sleep; I’m starting to feel like a zombie.
In other news related to me, I had this whole thing happen with school. At this point, crazy and stupid things that are related to school no longer faze me. Finishing this master’s has become primarily weeding my way through idiots and trying to find the best alternative to combat the profoundly dificult roadblocks that keep popping up. The short of it is that I had to take a couple prerequisite classes for my program, mostly because some of my undergraduate classes are now more than a decade old. And I ended up with an ass for a professor for one of these classes who basically rewrote her entire set of policies to punish me out of my A. So, now I’m probably going to retake the course at a different school. It’s mostly a big inconvenience, but thankfully it wasn’t an issue with my actual graduate program.
Yara: By all accounts she seems to be doing quite well at Dad’s. She’s put on weight, which I’m going to say is good even though my father and I have very different ideas of what “a little” is. And the justification that Dad and Keith gave me for the weight gain was that they could feel her ribs, which I have long since argued is normal for a dog at a healthy weight. Anyway, she’s taken to frolicking in the snow, which is very new for her since the only time she ever did more than eat snow was if another dog was present. I’m thinking the lack of work may be contributing to this sudden interest shift. Also, they’ve been playing Frisbee with her. Dad says her toys literally cover the house from one end to another — and his house is pretty big so that’s saying something. I guess he picked them all up and put them in her toy box and she seemed to take that as a punishment and then wouldn’t take any of them out. (She does know to “put it away” but she’s always been stubborn about that and basically would just take that same toy right back out after putting it away.) I can’t remember if she ever avoided toys after I did a mass cleanup, but she’s so sensitive that anything really can be considered a correction to her. Regardless, the toys are back spread about and yes she still has her OCD need to carry one everywhere. Dad says she’s still trying to bring them outside and it’s still a battle sometimes to convince her not to. (I believe he said there’s a few that are probably buried in the snowbanks.) She still takes toys to bed with her even and has been sleeping most consistently right next to Keith in bed. In fact, she basically is glued to him when he’s home. (Dolly was much the same.)
She’s taken to barking. Mostly at people coming to the house. And I guess her bark is pretty scary sounding. Dad seems to like the idea that she’ll scare possible intruders away. Not that she’d do anything to them if they actually broke in. Oh, and her annoying whining habits have started to creep up, especially when they are trying to leave the house. She’s not taken being left alone too well and has been, as my father says, “getting pissed” and acting out a bit. I guess she’s gotten into the wastebasket in the living room a few times. (Usually it just has tissues and such in it.) I figure they’ll get it all sorted, but she can be a brat.
Oh, also, it seems that the words “guide dog” are now taboo in the house. When last I called Keith answered the phone and stammered his way through asking about Uschi without actually using her name or the phrase “guide dog.” I inquired as much and he told me Yara was sitting right by him and he didn’t want to offend her. I asked my dad about this when I spoke with him and he said that whenever Keith has been asking about us he references my “new project.” I about keeled over in laughter. But my father summed it up well when he said Keith’s such a nice guy he can’t even hurt a dog’s feelings.
Uschi: Also settling in well for which I am glad. She actually slept in her crate last night, which I have been leaving open as I did with Yara. I’ve learned that she’s a big fan of peanut butter, which I’ve been sporadically stuffing in her bones. Last night I also inadvertently discovered that she likes celery. (Yara is the only other dog I’ve known to like celery. Dolly would eat it, but only if the strings didn’t cause her trouble.) My mother mentioned last night that she doesn’t even detect a hint of dog smell in the house. I hadn’t given it much thought, but I have noticed that she really doesn’t get odorous even when I miss a day of grooming. (Yara especially always maintained a very distinct dog smell, and she would absolutely start to get stinky if she wasn’t groomed religiously.) Uschi’s breath is also pretty tame, especially after two dogs with incredibly horrid breath. This is probably very good since she’s so free with the kisses. She is turning out to be quite a menace to toys, though. She’s put holes in every soft toy, popped at least half a dozen tennis balls, broken her Snugga and practically devoured every bone she’s been given. I think the only toys completely unscathed are the two she has the least interest in. (And supposedly they’re both “tough” toys.) I have a feeling what I’m recouping in lack of medical bills will very much be spent in entertainment for this dog!
Her guide work remains top-notch; not that I expected any less. She’s definitely the best guide I’ve had in terms of the follow command and the only problem I’m having with it is getting her to not follow people just because I’m with them. And other than some slight issues with scavenging, I can’t really think of any specific issues. I’m not complaining in the least, mind you. In fact, it’s kind of surreal how solid her work is.
All in all, I’m quite smitten.