Man. I hope I get some hero points for this...

I took in a 9 month old Springer puppy that was driving the boarder he's been with for a week up a tree. She is keeping 2 other dogs and two cats and just could not cope with this one. He, apparently, has not slept for 2 days.

I'll have him until 1 tomorrow and, it would seem, will not be getting any sleep myself.

Argh.

He's miserable and has been taught zero self-control.

Now I'm miserable too!!

Reinforces the nomination for Saint Bonny.

Seconded. Baby spaniels are supercrazyenergyballs even when they have manners and a job to do!

Thirded.

How is Cagney handling this bundle of puppy?

Heeeeeello. Belated happys (holidays and birthdays), belated ~mas to those who need them. I'm here only to vent in the only place where I can vent about it and then go back to the glamorous task of laundry.

So what's going on is that after 18 months of mononucleosis in a country where most shows won't start before 22:30pm, and then getting better, and finally thinking I'll catch up on some on the fun I've missed, I discovered a thing called sternocleidomastoid in my body and that maybe I did something to it and now it hates me, and that a single headbang will probably give me a temporary yet unforgettable World of Pain. Most tiny, stupidest reason to miss a show, but I'm not taking risks.

So I'm missing Black Angels tonight, with a warm up gig of an artist I like and moved to Berlin two years ago. No big deal, but c'mon, universe. Stop taking my potential fun away.

{{{ Shir }}}

Get well soon. Hate those pesky pain in the necks.

Suzi, I can articulate how Cagney coped with Oliver by saying that I had to take a nap at 2 because. I got up at 4 and I cannot pry Cagney out of my bed. He's completely worn out.

This, even though I put the puppy in a crate at about midnight. He barked all night long...in the sort of torturous intervals that makes you think omg maybe he's done and we can...NOPE!

He really isn't a bad guy but, OY. He chewed a corner on my 100 year old foot stool...while he was lashed to my waist!

Baby spaniels are supercrazyenergyballs even when they have manners and a job to do!

Amych has the stone cold truth of it.

His person came to pick him up and was sort of pushy about why he had been moved, even though UPGRADE, Director in the company over here.

I tried to stay circumspect, since it became clear instantly that he really doesn't have a clue. He said, "But he DOES have an off switch with MEEE" as the dog was biting at his clothes, jumping up and barking non-stop.

In the end, after gently offering suggestions, all I could say was, "Well. My guy is a total bullethead who gets overstimulated and has some self-control issues. Cagney actually HID from Oliver."

Then, I put a note in the client's file to say we won't take poor Oliver again. The client hadn't even left a phone number or emergency contact for us...yeah, done.

Thanks so much for the kind thoughts.

Poor Oliver. I hope his owner gets a dang clue and takes both puppy and himself to classes.

I hope so too. You should see his sweet face. Plus, he can learn quite quickly. I just don't have access enough to help him.

One delightful thing came out of Oliver's visit. Both Cagney and I were exhausted, so I turned in for a nap at 2. He was already seriously installed in the bed.

I've never been able to get him to spoon with me. It happened today!

I had a crazy dream featuring Francis McDormand and Andrew Lincoln. He walked by and said something so funny, I shook with laughter in my sleep. Cagney thumped his enormous head on my shoulder as if to say, "I'm sleepin' over heyah."

So sweet.

I am in such a shitty mood today.

1) my teeth are all sensitive and I'm afraid I'll have to go to the dentist (for the first time since moving here);

2) for some unknown reason, Blockbuster DVDs were delivered here to a person who doesn't live here, and the mailman not only won't take them back to return to sender, he isn't delivering our mail AT ALL to avoid doing so (AND I AM EXPECTING CHECKS);

3) one of my clients is so fucking failing at everything dealing with freelancers. Seriously, you don't pay enough for this to be worth my while (they are terrible about communication of assignments and deadlines, they pay the wrong amount, they pull stories without telling the writers, and now, they don't have my story on the external website so I can link it. When I asked about it last week, he sent me a link to their internal online page. WTFF?????)

In conclusion, ugh.