First of all, I’d like to apologize to Claudia, Dawn and Looney. Seems that my spam catcher thought you guys were up to no good. So, we’ve survived our trek into the wild. Whew! It was almost an adventure. Bad Akismet! Sorry, y’all, I would’ve beat the software sooner, but alas, I was on an adventure. Sort of.
We went to the “resort”, which is really a small collection of cabins in the foothills (did I mention we’re suckers?). It’s actually quite lovely when it’s warm. This weekend was cold. Got it? So, we ended up with a two room chalet, that was just gorgeous. It was next to a stream and there was a bridge from the driveway to the chalet. I liked that. Of course, the drive was all mud and the stream was more like a raging creek, but hey, it was almost tranquil. We went on a hike, on the wrong trail because the desk wench was lost herself. And we went swimming (indoor, heated pool) with some really large and creepy guy. Ick. Then we went into Cambridge and on our way back to the cabin were going to take a short-cut. Except a quarter mile down the road we ran into the flood. Crap! At twilight, I really, really don’t want to see a flooded, deserted country road. I’ve seen way too many horror flicks. TheMan couldn’t understand why I was screaming at him to turn that fucking car around. Did I mention I was scared shitless? Yeah, I was. Then on our hike we got sidetracked by a bunch of downed trees and some buzzards were circling overhead. Um, yeah, I was ready for the countryesque shit to be over. I got over it, though, when a flock of the strangest little birds parked in front of our cabin to have breakfast. That was kind of awesome. And the herd of deer was pretty cool, too. Still, I’m glad to be back in the midst of civilization.
Have you read this far? Yes? Well, now I want Mr. Mark to pay close attention. See this:
American Hairless Terrier (not Otis)
He’s got zero amounts of hair on his body. Nada. Not a strand. He’s as bald as…well, himself. This ugly dog has nothing to shed- except skin cells. And skin cells don’t count. Ok, then. Now that I’ve got that out, let me introduce you to the newest addition to our family:
Everyone, meet Otis:
Otis
He’s a 10
Otis is current 23 pounds and has short hair, but the hair on his back is getting wavy and his paws are huge. The poor guy can’t even walk right.
The kids love him, but Baby doesn’t quite know how to take him. She likes it when he chases her, so she screams- a lot. No, really, I was thinking about getting a muzzle for kids. Unfortunately, they don’t sell them. Finally, the kids and the pup settled down.
Ah, the peace! Anyway, we actually bought him on Saturday, but since we went out of town we couldn’t pick him up until today. His name was originally “Snickers” (you know, Snickerdoodle….get it? huh?), but it was changed probably 50 times over the weekend. Now TheMan and I call him “Otis” and the girls call him “Otie”. I don’t know why. We’re just strange that way.
A couple of good things about our new guy:
- He’s almost housebroken. Yay!
- His hair is short- and he doesn’t shed much.
- We can register him with the American Hybrid Club (why don’t we say mixed breed anymore?)
- He’s so flippin’ cute!
TheMan is having some issues with the pup bringing in outdoor debris. Um, better than pissing puddles, dontcha think? And he’s (TheMan) not too keen on Otis putting his furry self on him, but he seems to enjoy the dog. That’s something. If he can’t handle the puppy messes, it’s too late to get crazy about it. We paid good money for this little fucker. And he’s sooo cute! Look at him!
I do believe if TheMan can’t get over the dogginess of the dog he’ll just have to invest in some Zoloft- or maybe some Prozac. Ya know?
Anyway, there will be very limited blogging this week as I have a speech on Saturday and I’ve to get busy. I’m so not looking forward to it. Hopefully I brain doesn’t shrivel. That would probably suck big donkey balls.
That’s all, folks.
P.S.
And no I don’t grammar/spell check. Who’s got time for that shit?
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Yep – You got me on the hairless dog, Jenny. Uncle!
As for Otis -
I want that dog!!!
:OP Bow wow wow!
First….I’m still waiting…an’ ya know what I mean, chica!!
Second, what a PURTY bald dog! Send em my way…I’m sure the kids will roast….I mean….treat him good.
Never mind my blunders…it’s late and I cannot be held liable.
Otis is so sweet! (I do prefer “Snickers” though – it’s a candy thing.) Congrats on the new family member and on surviving the weekend. Good luck with the speech!
Hairless dogs look better than hairless cats. Congrats on the new family member! May Otis be around for a very long and happy time.
That dog is gross. Icky. Sorry, just can’t handle that
As for this:
Anyway, there will be very limited blogging this week as I have a speech on Saturday and I’ve to get busy. I’m so not looking forward to it. Hopefully I brain doesn’t shrivel.
You are going to do well. If you start to seize up, just think of your bloggie friends and know we’re pulling for you, and you’re going to do great. None of those folks can harm a hair on your head.
That hairless dog is just nasty. No doubt about it! Poor thing. I couldn’t have one. Not a hairless cat either, thankyouverymuch. I just don’t think it’s natural.
I liked “Snickers” better, too, but the fam overruled me. Shitty Democracy. I liked it so much better when it was a friendly dictatorship.
Otis is actually 10 weeks old. I thought, because of his house training, that he was older. The fam quickly corrected my error. I was under the impression (after researching training for a prior dog, mind you) that dogs under 13 weeks old had no bladder control. I was wrong again. I really, really hate when I’m wrong. Sucks donkey balls.
Looney,
When I’m making my speech I am going to be thinking of you the whole time. No, you won’t be nekkid, either. I am going to put an image of a Raider somewhere in my Powerpoint presentation, though.:)
You shaved him didn’t you? He had long, flowing fur and you shaved it off.
Or did you use Nair?
P.S. He’s really cute.
My dog’s cuter. He eats escargots.
No, you won’t be nekkid, either.
Good thing. You wouldn’t stop laughing long enough to do your speech
Otis!! What a sweetie!! That fist picture is too cute- doesn’t he look so.. grateful??
What an adventure you had! Glad you survived it and that no horrible horror movie scenes came into play! lol