lisah, my parents did that for me for quite a while. I really hate to ask again, as it's one more "proof" that I'm not an adult, but I guess I may have to. Argh.

Frankie is blissed out in the sunny grass. Lucky pup.

What time do you need the call, smonster? A friend of mine did that for me for a while, when I was still working in the office and could not get there at 9am to save my life. (9am! Who can't be up and dressed and at work at 9am with a fifteen-minute commute? ME.) I'd be glad to pay it forward. Now that I don't have to leave my house, I'm usually up at 5am.

my parents did that for me for quite a while. I really hate to ask again, as it's one more "proof" that I'm not an adult, but I guess I may have to. Argh.

Then get a friend to do it! Or I bet there is some kind of wake up call service out there. I can understand that frustration of feeling like you're failing at being a grown up but to be embarrassed than get reprimanded for not getting to work on time.

good luck smonster

glad to hear you are ok ,Ginger

and yay Hil!

Zen, that would be so awesome. I need to be up at 6:30. Do you have my number?

I just called in. Told her I'm taking the day off to get my shit together.

Crap is leaving our place at a most rapid rate, hooray movers!

Hi all, I've been reading and ~ma-ing, but haven't had the wherewithal to post anything. Moving to New Orleans this week. Yeah. We have a place to live though! [link]

I love that "dogs are ok--wooof" line.

{{Bitches}}, and yay Nora!

Motivation: I could use some. Only 15 more minutes of reading, and I'd be out (for Dr. Who and more academic work, but at home). The only problem: these funny shapes on the pages don't mean a bloody thing anymore to my brain. Strange, because I seem to type them here very well...

Speaking of dogs, and feel-good stories.

The dog who is responsible for Bartleby being in my life is named Hagrid. I fell in love with him 9 years ago when my friends S&S adopted him. I'd keep him when they went out of town and, well, he just stole my heart. He looks a lot like Bartleby...part Basset and goodness knows what else.

Over the years, S&S adopted another dog and had two kids. Things started going very wrong when the two dogs took to fighting...not tussling, but fighting to the point of wounds that would make you want to faint, just looking at them.

Many bahaviorists, trainers, products, enclosures, etc. later, the call went out last week that S&S were going to put Hagrid down if they could not find a home for him by noon on Wednesday. Apparently, a child got in the middle of one of the fights and was bitten on the lip. Not catastrophic, but more than bad enough.

The word goes out on facebook and two days later, Hagrid has a new home...in MN...he currently lives in SF. Road trip!

How wonderful is social networking. Dozens of shelters and sanctuaries turned him down. (even Best Friends, which sort of alarmed me) But this lovely couple in a far away state, who never met S&S, but was friends of someone they are friends with, opened their home to him. (no kids and no other dogs, thank god...though, if I'm honest, I am taking Hagrid's side on this one...he's not the instigator...but he is the finisher, which I suppose is bad enough.)

I'm just so relieved because, if push had come to shove I would have to have stepped in. That would have been really, really hard for me...and I could not, in good conscience, keep him with Bartleby. But niether could I see him be killed. So, a huge PHEW from me and endless gratitude...plus free pet coaching for as long as Hagrid lives to his new people.

Thank doG. Sometimes things really do work out in miraculous ways.

Yay, Nora!

Boo, person on phone to Aims!

Urk, Ginger.

That's pretty much all I've got this morning.