Ouch

Yesterday at the college I wanted to sit down and watch some ducks before my class started. I barely even made a move to sit down and three ducks ran, yes, RAN up to me. My ducks don't run up to me. They run AWAY from me when I walk out to the backyard. I tried to explain to the ducks today how the college ducks ran to me, but they pretty much just ran away from me, again. Maybe one day my ducks will run towards me.

You Make Bathtime Lots of Fun

It's like those fish tank videos.

Boy or Girl?

Reasons why I think that the white duck is a boy:
1. It keeps biting the neck of the black duck.
2. It takes food away from the black duck.
3. Once it bit the neck and then tried to climb on top of the black duck.

When I consulted with the Pack on the names, Randi seemed to be leaning toward yummy, yummy in my tummy and Earl went for finger licking good. Sarah called bullshit with all four legs and Clark still had no idea what I was talking about.

Earl the Dietician

So today Earl decided to help me with my diet by eating the rest of Pete's birthday cake. One half of a cake, iced and sitting on the counter. It was just calling to Earl. I knew it was too quiet. I walked out in the kitchen and discovered that oui, indeed, Earl had scarfed the whole half a chocolate cake. As my mom is often saying, chocolate is poisonous for dogs. I imagined coming home and finding Earl comatose in the backyard, lethargic and having to take him to Vet ER for two trillion dollars. No, Earl has suffered no adverse effects from his binge eating.

These Guys Need Names

Happy Birthday

Evidence of Earl's early evening munchies attack.

Today

Today I got home the puppies had chewed up a bike tube as well as my pack of pencils. They didn't actually eat the pencils (obvious weary of led poisoning.) Earl also ate 1/3 of Pete's birthday cake as it was cooling on the counter. In addition their friend the little puppy is knocked up. Immediately I looked at Earl, but he's fixed, plus there's no way he could have figured out how to scale the fence. I guess we'll know for sure if the puppies come out holding bongs or other pot paraphernalia.

Randi v. Toy

I have an old old old wind up dog toy that used to bark and jump. It doesn't anymore because it's so old. It's ear is ripped open, and it's pretty darn scraggly, but I've kept it because it was one of my favorite toys. Randi saw it this evening, poised next to the overlock machine and she hasn't left the sewing room yet.




Eventually I had to move the toy up because I was afraid Randi might try to attack it. I think it's ear was ripped by a dog at a Brownie sleep over when I was like 9. I'm sure the toy is still traumatized.


Once Randi discovered the toy and its awesomeness, then Earl of course had to investigate also. Then he took it down and brought it to me.