I know he's mad, Lee, at the moment. But do you think he'll be more comfortable?

The upside to having to take everything out of the kitchen for the exterminator is that we can put it back in a more thoughtful manner. Maybe.

I had to do that a few months back. Alarming how it all covered the floor of my 8x8 dining room. It did prompt me to toss a bunch of stuff and rearrange some things. But others? Um.

I know he's mad, Lee, at the moment. But do you think he'll be more comfortable?

I think he will be, without the constant matting and bad brushing sessions, and actually the mad seems to be over. He's letting me pet him now, at least.

I bet he'll be very happy -- shaving totally improved my friend S.'s v. fluffy cat.

Meanwhile -- a female trainer has trained the winner of the Arlington Million of the first time! It was also the first Canadian win.

So, I'm a little sad for The Tin Man - but excited for Catherine Day-Phillips and Jambalaya.

Oy. I just fell asleep in my empty apartment. I meant to stay awake and savour the solitude, but I only got three hours last night. My ride should be showing up pretty soon to take me to two more parties--if not for him I wouldn't have the energy to do any of this.

Watched 28 Days Later, The Audition and High Tension last night. Totally freaked out the littler ones. And I spent this morning cooing at the baby chanting "Kiri kiri kiri!" or doing growling zombie impersonations. And she growls back! She's going to freak the fuck out of her mother.

I'm so proud.

And tired. Three hours on a sofa is...well, it felt fine until I got home.

Next party has a moonbounce castle thingy. Why is everyone born in August? I hate them all.

Naps are good when you need them that badly!

We took the niece for a swim, and now we're going out to dinner. The excitement never stops.

Got one nail clipped, noticed she was panting (which I've never seen her do before), brought her back inside. Maybe we'll do the rest later.

Hubby once continued with a claw trimming of his Burmese cat despite the ongoing struggles and bad feline language, and the cat worked himself up into convulsions of fury. Lesson: cats really are that stubborn and will hurt themselves to be proven right. Or maybe that's just Siamese and their derivatives. My cat just lays there and tells the world what an oppressed martyr he is as he lets his claws get trimmed.

My cat's basic reaction is "Jesus! Quit it, will you?" But he doesn't actually do anything to get me to stop, other than yanking his paw away.

I am back from visiting with dogs. Apparently I was supposed to apply online before visiting with the shepherds and their rescue people, but it was nice to talk to people in person and see the dogs. They were really lovely animals, and one of them, the white male, was just the sweetest cuddliest thing. (Except I really want a dark bitch, because white hair! argh!)

So I gave them an application and they'll send someone to see my house and make sure I'm not an axe-murderer or whatever, and confirm that I actually have the space for a dog and am not hiding a mastiff here too, or something. And after that I can put in for one of the dogs, if they agree that the dog and I are a good fit.

... I suspect this is as close as I'm ever getting to the child-adoption process.

They were nice dogs, although rather reserved--I hadn't realized before how single-person-focused shepherds are. I've spent most of my time with really gregarious dogs like labs and goldens, so the cautious attitude of the shepherds was something of a surprise. But still, beautiful dogs, and I love their radar-dish ears.

Shepherds are single-focused to some extent, but they have room for love for many more than one person once they're comfortable. I suspect a lot of the caution you saw was just the uncertainty of all the new people and not really feeling like they have that one person to give their primary love to.

They really are the best dogs ever.

But I should warn you that even very dark Shephers shed a ton of white hair. Their undercoat is generally white or gray, and they shed it constantly. Roomba-ing or swiffering once a day is necessary if you don't want to be awash in tumbleweeds of Shepherd fur.

So guess what ND and I did today? We looked at the kitten rescue kittens at Petco and put in an application for a pair of five-month-old pure black littermates. Pretty little girls! Yes, this would mean four cats in our house. Better than two cats and two dogs, I suppose. We might not get approved anyway, but we just couldn't leave those gorgeous little ones without at least trying.