My row is scheming against the chatterboxes, still yammering after twelve hours. If we don't win, there may be blood. The earrings will come off, because I am wearing big silver hoops.
'Just Rewards (2)'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Take earrings off, aim low, strike fast, strike twice and don't be afraid to get dirty.
Home safe and sound, without blood shed. Damn, I may not make it to the parade. Pisser. Thanks again, Nora and Tom.
I have a .m4a file I'd like to upload and share here. Anyone know a good program or site for the purpose?
soundcloud?
I'm fast gaining a much deeper empathy for my puppy having clients.
Lord 'o Mercy. I have _enormous_ welts on my arm from the mouthing. Foster mom says I need to be 'tougher'. Me? Jeez, I'm one of the hardest asses I've ever met where discipline is concerned. I need a new strategy.
Otherwise, he's been delightful. No fuss in the crate at all. He's learning to walk behind me on the stairs and we got through the feeding ritual in only 5 minutes. It seemed like a long time, but in the overall scheme of things, he did really well. I could see the gears turning as he tried to figure out what I wanted.
The problem may be that the Bully part of him doesn't actually care what I want. This could make doing demonstrations very difficult, if not impossible.
His love for all dogs was even more evident this morning. I was able to convince a woman to let her dog go in our front yard and Cagney ran like a mad thing for a good 15 minutes. It was perfect. He was crazy excited, but appropriately submissive and polite.
When we came in, he was all dirty from the wet grass. He figured out very quickly that I wanted him to lay down on a towel and then completely submitted to being wiped off. I tried to sing the feet wiping song I made up for Bartleby, but it was too sad. I'll have to think of a new one.
Aw. He'll get it. Sweet boy.
Darby and I are headed to the beach. Supposed to be 80 again today. Madness!
I tried to sing the feet wiping song I made up for Bartleby, but it was too sad. I'll have to think of a new one.
Awww, bonny. I always just mutter at Kato, "Muddy feets! Look at these muddy feets!" and he looks at me like, "You ungrammatical moron. It's 'FEET'."
How old is Cagney? I wonder -- and this is just a wondering -- if there's a bitterant you can rub on forearms to help break the mouthing trend.
Man, I wish my dad lived in D.C. He would be a perfect dog walker for you guys. Short walks, maybe 1 or 2 clients, but he is an EXCELLENT animal trainer. We have always had Scots and he trained them to everything, with nary a raised voice, and, at the most, a gentle tap on the nose with a finger.
He IS Alpha. (Wonder where I got it from....)