May Mayhem
Are you feeling wiped out? May birthdays, Mother’s Day, dance recitals, skating shows, school musicals (fill in the blank), every single minute of the month has been scheduled with something. School is almost over and I CAN’T WAIT! No lunches to make, no early morning rushes, homework, or massive amounts of laundry – Hooray!
Enough of the May hub-bub, I can’t blissfully blog today, I intended to express my love for summer (bore you with the details), and how today is a day for popsicles and swim suits, but I can’t. I have one thing consuming my mind, and unfortunately it involves Claude.
Yesterday I opened the door to let Gucci out for potty, I didn’t realize Claude was outside trimming his lawn, but he was, Gucci took off after him and bit his leg like a little piranha. Gucci’s bite is nothing more than a little nip; she’s a 3 lb dog. However, I totally understand how this situation puts our team in the hot seat (is biting worth 5 points?). Claude was polite about it, and said “her bark is worse than her bite”, but I know if I wasn’t standing there he would have kicked Gucci to the moon, and to make matters worse I couldn’t blame him. If a little dog I despised came at me in a huff and took a nip at my leg, the possibilities of punishment are endless.
I’m frustrated because before Gucci decided to use Claude for a raw-hide, the only reason Claude had to not like us was a few (few dozen) little poops, he was the one who took it to the next level. But now, we may have really given him a valid reason to be mean to us.
We are sitting on pins and needles, waiting for a ghostly note to magically appear. That is how Claude communicates, he will randomly attach a note to our door, porch topiaries, or dangle one off a tree in the yard - I don’t make this stuff up people. His notes/memos just pop-up and they are usually typed in an eerie font. I shudder to think of the next note, and what it may say, what if he sends animal services instead?
If I sound a little out of sorts it’s probably the Zicam I’ve been snorting. I am taking hits of Zicam (like a junky), in a preventive effort to stay healthy; because I can’t tell if all you Nut-Bags are sporting colds or if it’s just allergies.
This is a photo from Sas’s figure Skating Extravaganza
Sessy does not what to skate like Sas (phew). She has worked hard to stay away from the skating scene. In this dance recital her dance troupe were figure skaters and danced to a skating song…go figure.
3 Responses to “May Mayhem”
May 30th, 2007 at 10:09 pm
Claude sounds like an arse! We just might have his twin sister living next to us. She prefers our guests not to park in front of her house!? Hello freak, it’s a public street! She’s actually come to our door and requested they park elsewhere. *sigh*
May 30th, 2007 at 10:11 pm
I always wanted to be an ice skater! No fair!
May 31st, 2007 at 3:02 pm
Little dogs need to be kicked. sorry I don’t like little dogs. My dog was 9 pounds when I got him. He is now 80 pounds. If your dog bite me I would bite him back. The poop toss is very funny though.
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