Dogs for Sale

Forget selling them…I’m giving them away!  Who wants a few squeaky, noisy little mongrels?  Ok fine, I’ll keep them.  But, I’m not happy about it.  They are driving me crazy!  K’s been out-of-town and whenever he leaves, they are wholly terrors!  They are perfect little angels when he’s here, though.  Monsters.

That’s the problem with working from home…if they are driving me crazy, I can’t do much to get away from them.  Usually I just send them all outside, but since we’ve had a monsoon the last few days, that hasn’t been an option.  But, my neighbors have had their pups outside and the minute one of them barks (which is very often, especially since all of my neighbors have dogs) then my monsters start barking and then it’s all over.  Chaos breaks out.  They start running through the house to figure out what the neighbor dogs are barking at.  Then there’s poor little Oskar, who starts barking 20 minutes after the fact, just when the other 2 have calmed down, and then they get going again.  It’s a never-ending vicious cycle.

And, I just discovered that my neighbors across the street and I have the same. exact. doorbell.  So, maybe this wouldn’t be a problem if they haven’t had the AT&T person there every.day.this.week.  So when their doorbell rings, so does mine.  And remember how I have the attention span of a gnat?  Well, as soon as the doorbell rings, the dogs go crazy and take off running to the door, with me trailing behind them trying not to slip on the wood floors.  Only to get to the door, see the AT&T truck across the street and remember that we have the same doorbell.  Everyday this week, folks.  What is wrong with me?  (I always think I’m getting a package.  I haven’t ordered anything!  Why do I think someone is sending me something?!)   Then, it takes a good 20 minutes to calm the pups down and try to convince them someone is in fact NOT here.  As soon as they calm down, Oskar finally “gets it” and starts barking again.  That pup is so slow!  (Remember that never-ending vicious cycle?)  Now, all of the dogs are barking again and I’ve completely given up on trying to quiet them down, so I join in.  I start running up and down the hallways, pugs sliding into doors because their little feet can’t get traction on the wood floors.  Cats jumping up on the couch so they don’t get trampled, because, let’s face it…who would stop for a cat?  Not us!  They should know better and get out-of-the-way.

This has been my day, everyday this week.  This could be the cause of my massive headache.  And, I want to unplug the doorbell and see if I can change the ring, but I have to wait until the pups are outside because as soon as you plug it back in, it dings.  And, we’ve already had our fun for today.  Trust me on that one.

And, what do you know…as I type this post about how much the mongrels are driving me crazy, Pug 1 and Pug 2 are cuddled up next to me, under the covers (apparently they are chilly), behaving like perfect little angels.  Maybe I should threaten them with a blog post selling them more often!

I hope you are having a less chaotic week than me!
Enjoy your day,
{d&k}

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Moving Right Along…

Yes, yes we have been moving right along. Almost all of the packing is done except for a few randoms in each room that will inevitably be thrown into one box, most likely labeled “master bedroom”. I started off really well with the whole packing-in-an-organized-manner-to-make-it-easier-to-unpack theory. Then stress and fear of not finishing in time sunk in. So the packing now is more like throw a handful of items in a box (doesn’t matter from what room) and label “master bedroom”. I branched out and even labeled some boxes “living room”. There were even a few times during my fury of packing evenings I almost packed up a cat. Good thing I gave those boxes one more look before taping! That’s one way to get Charlie there.

Last night we also took a very romantical (trust me, it’s a word…just look it up in the Dictionary-o-Dani) mini date. We started by catching the last hour of the UT women’s basketball game, where we sat in front of the most frightening fans evah! I was scared for my life. Then, we went to a very fancy, gourmet restaurant called Jimmy Johns and oh-so-sweetly wolfed down our food. I’m pretty sure the employees thought we hadn’t eaten in days! Hot. Let me tell you. And then we went home, I worked on my last Etsy order and k removed the shelves in the kitchen. And friends, that’s date night. It’s how we roll. Try not to be jealous.

In other news, today is my last day physically at my office. For those of you that don’t know, I will be keeping my job and working from home in Dallas. I can see it now…me in my pjs with a pugeranian snuggled up to my left, a pug on my right, and a dog-cat on my lap with the computer. That’s what it looks like in my head anyways. In reality it will be me on the couch (because, who really works from their desk at home?) in the middle of an epic battle between The Puffy-Tailed Pugeranian, The Snot-Nosed Grumpy Pug, and Charles the Dog-Cat Mullan!!!!!! (imagine those were all said in k’s announcer voice for added drama). I would be hunched over the computer, protecting it, flailing my legs to keep the animals away, all while trying to protect my head because for some reason, during epic battles, the animals use my head as home base. And, let’s just hope no one comes to the door while I’m working from home, in my pjs, now with a ratty nest of hair that the dogs so lovingly helped me style. Hmmm, maybe this whole working from home thing sounds a little better in my head.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and our last big par-tay before leaving on Sunday. We will be going to 3 (yes THREE) dinners and will probably eat so much we’ll want to explode, but not enough to keep me from wanting a snack when we get home. Just a little one. Maybe a bag of popcorn? I mean, not the whole bag…k will eat a handful to make me feel better about eating the entire bag. We are very excited to see all of our family and spend time with everyone before we leave. But, it comes with a warning: if there are tears, I WILL punch you in the face. No tears. I am super emotional and do not want to cry, thankyouverymuch. So, just to summarize for you…TEARS = PUNCH IN FACE. Questions?

Enjoy your day,
{d&k}