Slugs

The only thing worse than a slug is an inside-out slug that has been smushed.  I'll barf if I see one.  I swear I will.

Dead things in the yard, especially if one of the dogs tries to eat it.

Still Scary

It's not that we don't have the technology to handle a job like this. I don't get it.

This is Kirby playing a game of "Please, please, please do not go-o-o" with Bunny.

We also have feet.

Escape Artist

The other day, I'm a workin' at home. I ordered some yarn a few days ago and I am eager for it to arrive. So when I see our letter carrier go by across the street, I start checking the mail. Every 20 minutes or so. We ended up not getting any mail that day, not even junk, but not for lack of me looking for it. It was a nice day, so I had the back door open, and the sliding glass door, and a bunch of windows, some of which are pretty close to the floor. And I get up from my desk to answer nature's call, and on my way back, I glance to my right as I pass the back door, and who should I see but Yarn Bandit, sitting outside on the deck, looking like he wants to come in.

Thing is, though, I didn't let him out. I have no recollection of how he got out. The screens are all secure, so it doesn't seem like he pushed his way out through a loose screen or a door that wasn't latched. Either I let him out and have no memory of it, or he snuck out while I was checking the mail and I didn't notice. These are not good options. He escaped and I was unaware. I am not a good dog owner. I have failed in my sacred responsibility to keep him safe. I am lucky that he didn't get distracted by a squirrel or cat or chipmunk and run off and get lost or squished by a car.

Scary

Kneecaps

One of my dearest friends is married to a Physician's Assistant who would occasionally show us how easy it is for one to move one's kneecap around. Every time she did it, I gagged. Once, and only once, The Man decided to move my kneecap around for me. The sensation was utterly and completely sickening. I nearly heaved. We don't do that to kneecaps around here. Ever.

The Yarn Bandit has a cute little limp he does sometimes. It looks more like he's skipping than limping. As cute as it is, this is not something he should be doing and we worry about whether he is hurting. He doesn't seem to be. We were at the vet this morning for Kirby issues and to get Yarn Bandit's current weight (25.8 pounds! A three-pound loss! Good boy!), and The Man asked Dr. Halbert about it. (Dr. Halbert, not Dr. Halpert. She is not Jim's little sister.)

So it turns out that some dogs (I'm getting a little grossed out already) sometimes have luxating kneecaps. They'll be tooling around, and their kneecaps will pop out of position, and they can't bend their knees so they limp/skip a little until it pops back into place on its own. That is perhaps what is happening to Tiki. So vile. Now every time he skips a step, I get to think about my kneecap squeamishness, and I'll probably throw up a little in the back of my mouth.

Get a room

Dogs sniff each other. They just do. Fine. I can live with that.

What freaks me out is when GK taste-tests YB's junk. I just don't need to see that.

UPDATE 3/22/08: When they do it while one of them is sitting on my lap, I feel like an unwilling participant in a threesome.