love is a battlefield.

Here’s to you, Pat Benatar or Jordin Sparks. You got it right. It has been brought to my attention (by Keith) that in my last blog post I basically said I didn’t love our family’s new addition. This was not the sentiment I wished to convey. Rather, I just wanted the world to know that loving a new dog like I love our Lola is going to be a process. Obviously. The events surrounding Jackson’s first vet trip landed me in a severe state of annoyance and anger. But just to set the record straight, I do still love him. I’m just working on loving him more.

It’s not easy though when I wake up at 5 a.m. to discover that he’s somehow turned on the outside water faucet and it’s spewing water at full speed onto our patio. By the time Keith got out to turn it off, the water was already standing several inches deep on the patio. Ah, such is life with the new mutt…

In other news, I found this little gem at Drug Emporium the other day. It’s a goatee shaving template. Because everyone needs one of those, right? There was even a very informative instructional video playing demonstrating the power of the goatee template. According to the package, the template:

• creates the perfect goatee
• adjustable for any size face
• cuts goatee grooming time

There it is folks. Laugh yourselves silly.

a new addition (maybe)

No, I’m not talking about a child. I’m talking about a sweet, cuddly dog. Keith and I are currently considering adopting a dog from the animal shelter. I’ve been against it for a while, but I’m starting to warm up to the notion, especially after our visit to the shelter yesterday. We drove out on a whim and strolled the aisles of the kennel. I first took to the back wall, which I’m quite sure is reserved for the most mistreated, or the dogs with the worst temperments. I was growled at repeatedly, and I also conjured a few cowers. Keith had better luck. He discovered the most delightful two-and-a-half-year-old half shepherd half husky named Jackson who wanted nothing more than to be petted and loved. We arrived at the shelter apparently at feeding time, and all of the other dogs were going insane. Jackson was just hanging out in his kennel, smiling and wagging his big fluffy tail. I have a friend who said he’d give me some brand new dog bowls and a used Dogloo. So hopefully we’re in business. He will have to be neutered and of course, we’ll have to see how he reacts to cats. If he’s agressive towards the felines, he’s a no-go. We can’t have him hurting poor Lola. We’d call him Jack by the way. I’m not too fond of Jackson for a dog. SO…we’ll see. We want him. Maybe we’ll get him. It’s a big step though, responsibility wise. I’m not sure if I’m ready. But we’ll see. I’ll keep you posted.