Tuesdays and Wednesdays

11/13/12

    I don't know what is so wonderful about Tuesdays and Wednesdays, but I absolutely enjoy them. Aside from having to go to school, which can be a complete bore, the day seems to go by pretty smoothly and quickly.  They, also, seem to be the most exciting days of the work/school week.
   My days go by smoothly on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, mainly because I tend to get less work, and I also get to excersize in kickboxing which I do multiple times every week.
    Buce also seems to be in a better mood on these days, which is wonderful, because I am exhausted when I come home during the week.  He loves to play and chase his tail, and his skin condition seems to lessen.  I get to throw his rope toy without being bitten in the process (though he never bites hard, just a nibble), and he plays without becoming too aggressive.
    Everyone acts a lot sweeter, and I seem to be more energetic and stay in a better mood on days such as these.  I am able to get a lot more work, including writing, done and ready to go, thus lightening my load further.

    That's enough ranting, though. 
    The main point of my post was to mention that I love Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

Buce

Sniff, sniff.
Looking around.
What was that?
Stand guard.
Snort.
Growl.
Chase.
Sniff, sniff. 
Where'd you go?
Oh look, a squirrel!
Human.
Sniff.
Lick, lick, lick.
Sniff.
Stare.
Snap.
Why are you crying?
I'm sorry.
Human?
Come back.
Wait, I don't want to go to bed.
Chase me.
Come back here.
Love me!

Why My Dog Hates The Rain

Albus, my little ori-pei (a mix between shar-pei and pug), is a very silly pup.  Whenever I try to take him outside in the rain, he whimpers and fights me.  I will be outside the garage pulling him, and he will be inside pulling against me.  It is like playing tug of war, but with his poor little neck. 

This raises me to the question: Why does my dog hate the rain?

When I think about it, I hate it when my jeans or clothing gets wet.  If I am wearing clothing, other than a bathing suit, and they get wet, I cannot stand to wear them.  Maybe it is the same for Buce.  Maybe he hates to get his fur wet.

But dogs are supposed to love water!  I am pretty sure my dog is not a cat, which, if he were, it would have made more sense.  Dogs swim and shake water off of their backs.  While my puppy is good at shaking the water off of his back, he hasn't seemed like the type of pup that would ever swim.

I have come to the conclusion that he does not like to get his paws wet.  He gets mad whenever he put his paw "accidentally" into his water bowl.  Maybe he doesn't like the rain because of puddles, or walking on wet pavement.  Well, I am still uncertain, because I am not a dog psychologist.

"Stay Away From My Pants!"

So, my mom just got home and handed me a new pair of gorgeous light blue jeans, and a pretty gray and blue tank top.  My dog, Albus, who is notorious for chewing things up, lately, started sniffing my new pair of jeans.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY PANTS!" I yelled in a baby voice to my puppy, because no matter how mad he makes me, I will always show him affection.

My dad smirked and said to my mother, "And that is how I know I won't have to worry about her dating."

My mother, agreeing, smirked back and said, "And hopefully, she'll say it in that voice."