My personal barometer

Here is my theory about my chronic pain issues. I believe I have so much scar tissue from multiple surgeries and sinus infections that it hurts like a (cover your ears Ma) mother-fucker when a big storm is coming. Yesterday, I was actually blazing along writing my paper that was due last night when all of the sudden, the chronic tolerable pain turned into panic-stricken-should-I-just-throw-up-now pain. I was taking Lortab and phenergan, holding an ice bag to my pounding skull and face; then taking a nap with a warm spice bag across my face. Needless to say, I did not get my paper finished. The chronic fevers usually don't bother me as much as the pain but I have been febrile for at least a week and it wears me out. Hot cold, hot, cold, chills, sweats; pick a temperature and just go with it....

Wicked Wife

This is probably under the heading of too much information, but Mike has the most amazingly sensitive nipples and I don't mean in a way that turns him on. But more in that his nipples are ticklish. It is like goosing him if you tweak them, so naturally when I am feeling impish, I sneak up on him and tweak them. The other day when Mike was lying in bed, Misty climbed up on him and started nibbling his chin which is rather adorable. I went into the other other room and heard a loud whoop (or some other unintelligible word). Misty had nipped his nipple. The wicked part of me just loved that.

Is my beagle a puppyphile?

Scout and Misty are having great fun chasing each other around the house. I am a bit concerned that Scout keeps wearing this maniacal doggy-grin and trying to hump Misty. Jeff thinks he may be a pedophile but I think he's into puppies.

Give her an inch, she shits in your dining room

When we got Misty, they gave us a dog training book which suggest having her on a 6-foot leash when she is not in her crate so you can "immediately correct bad behavior". She's been such a good girl, that I have been lax and just keeping a close eye on her. Apparently not close enough. I just cleaned up a little doodie in the dining room.

Controlled Chaos

Misty and Scout have become fast friends, but I swear Scout has also nominated himself as her mentor. When we are trying to get her to pee outside, Scout will come out and show her what to do. Scout also puts her in her place when she gets too exuberant. Scout and Misty must have chased each other around the house for two hours straight today. I though Scout was going to have a heart attack from all of the exertion. He's not a young dog anymore (he's six). Misty nips at Scouts lips, then they run like mad until Scout bowls her over with his paw. She is darn near potty trained except when I read her signals wrong. I had her in the bedroom with me and she was whining. I thought it was because she wanted to be with Jeffrey, but it was because she had to pee. What the hell, the carpet needed cleaning anyway.

New Puppy

Scout was moping around like he'd lost his best friend. He stopped racing to the door to great us and hadn't barked or howled (unusual for our Beagle). I had been thinking of getting a smaller, more portable dog in the future so last Sunday we all went to the Petsmart adopt a dog thing. There was a Shi Tsu that Mike and I had our hearts set on but Jeffrey begged, pleaded and bargained (he paid the $50 more for a puppy) and we got Misty the mischievous pup. She is adorable with little black button eyes and a face like a baby fox. She is a Cairn Terrier/Sheltie mix so should not get too big. She steals our shoes and attacks my slippers while still on my feet. Yesterday morning, I missed my train because we could not find where Misty put my glasses. It will take a bit before Misty has us trained about what we can and cannot leave out. I will post her picture this weekend when I have time to upload it.

In Memoriam

Our charmingly incorrigible, clown Trigger has died. Trigger was only 6 years old (best we can tell). He was a big goofy Bassett Hound who had theme music when he walked (dopey,dopey, dope, dope...). David used to say Trigger was the coolest dog we ever had because he was so stupid that he forgot who we were when we left and greeted us as if we were wonderful new people that he could charm. Yesterday, Trigger stopped using his hind legs and was pitifully dragging himself a few feet at a time because he wanted to still follow us around. He was diagnosed with a ruptured spinal disc. The Vet gave him steroids but by this morning, they still had not worked so we had to put him to sleep. He went peacefully with Jeffrey and I in attendance. We will miss him. I loved watching him cavort around the house. Such a goof!