ocg's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- and so it goes Well, a four day weekend and I have no definitive plans, other than vague hopings and mental wanderings about cleaning the house for the impending parental visit next weekend, and seeing the Steve Miller Band at the State Fair on Sunday. I'm not not really into cleaning today, but it would be nice to get it out of the way so that the house feels good to be in. I never want to be here when it's dirty, and never want to go anywhere else when it's clean. It's sunny out, not too hot, but I want to be in bed sleeping. I made myself get up today. I've been really depressed lately. I disappoint myself a lot. I disappoint others, too. I'm flaky as a friend, a failure as a sister and aunt, just barely a daughter, and I can't even think about how I am as a wife. Nobody wants to hear about that, though. I just keep trucking through each day in hopes that somehow, some way, I'll begin to feel better, more at ease, calmer and less panicked, and more organized. Not so low. It would be nice if I had a little more support from certain others, but if it hasn't happened yet, I'm not holding my breath. I can do this on my own. There's a new addition to the family- her name is Olive, and as in love with her and over the moon I was for the first two days, she is definitely a challenge. She's 3/4 Boston Terrier, 1/8 Pug, and 1/8 Chihuahua. Olive likes to poop. A lot. We were led to believe that she was markedly farther along in her potty training than she actually is. We were wholly unprepared. I feel a little stupid, because, DUH!, she was only 10 weeks when we got her, and no 10 week old puppy is going to know that a. they shouldn't pee/ poop 'there'- they don't even have the concept of 'there'; b. they shouldn't DANCE IN IT (oh, our little poo-toed-cutie!). It's been a lesson in patience, for sure. Aurora, our 2 1/2 year old Boston/ Chihuahua mix, is being very, very patient with Olive. She's never been particularly Alpha in the past, and has been content to believe that the humans are the pack leaders, but she's definitely letting Olive know who's the boss. She did the quasi-mount thing last night, and if I didn't know what she was doing, I would have been a little weirded out by her behavior. We still need to take a few newer pictures of them together. I'm totally going to be that freak that puts my dogs on the Christmas card- doing something random and odd, of course, but still. I'm. That. Person. xOx 11:58 a.m. - 2006-09-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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