Crazy Thought of the Day #328,502,153,415

Just a random thought.

Do dogs think elevators are magic transporters? I mean, from their perspective you walk into a tiny, metal room and a few moments later you leave that room and you’re miraculously somewhere else! They have no real concept of mechanisms, machinery or vertical movement brought about by pressing a button. I imagine if we could see their thought bubbles they’d go a little something like this;

“Holy crap, it’s the magic room! I don’t wanna die!”
“Please, don’t let us get vaporized this time Master, I just need to go potty!”
“Master doesn’t look scared, maybe there’s nothing to worry…”
“OMG! We’re stopping! But it’s too soon! What’s going on?!”
“Who are these people? Where are we? Should I get out? Should I stay?”
“Maybe I’ll just cower in the corner and quietly pee on myself…”

Dogs are so awesome.

The Magnet

Talk about coming out of the woodwork.

I never really noticed it before, but people with dogs tend to meet new and exciting people every time they take their dog out for a walk. Especially when the dog in question is a puppy. Especiallier when it’s a man walking a cute puppy. I swear, if I had realized just what a girl-magnet a cute puppy was I would have gotten a new puppy every six months when I was in college. I can’t seem to walk five feet without being accosted by some good-looking young lady or three cooing and ooo-ing over Trixie and asking me if they can pet her. Then they ask her name. Then MY name. And if I were a single man I bet I could get at LEAST two dates a DAY just by walking my dog. It’s fricking amazing.

Seriously, where the heck were all these cuties when I was single?!

Pooped Pup Poopey

Trixie is making me tired.

It’s 12:30am Wednesday morning and I can’t go to bed because Super-Pup is too busy playing to get into her cate and go to sleep. Which means I can’t go to sleep. Which means I’m awake to write this post informing all of you that I’m awake.

Awake, and grouchy.

I’m so tired I can’t even begin to explain it all except in vague, unhelpful terms. Terms like bone weary, utterly exhausted and zombie-like state all fail to adequately describe to you, dear minion(s), how empty my tank is. If I could, I’d go back in time four days and slap myself silly for even considering adopting a puppy when there was so many other things going on in my life that I was already unable to get more than four hours of sleep a night. Of course, after beating myself up I’d STILL demand that I get the puppy because she’s soooo worth it, but still. If she were any more of a pain in the… Awwww, she just gave me the tilted head, puppy eyed look!

[icy heart melting]

Oh well, at least we’ve already made some progress on the housetraining front. Today she peed and pooped outside three times… on purpose! Of course she peed and pooped INside six times, but I still consider today a big win. Especially when you consider she’s only 3 months old and is scared poopless (literally) of walking down the street. In fact, once she’s house trained I think she’ll be a champion bladder controller, because she took a two hour nap, ate a full meal AND I walked her for 45 minutes but she still managed to hold it in until 30 seconds after walking in the front door.

And people wonder why I named her “Tricksy.”