Awakenings
Ok, yes I'm late to this party too. I hadn't seen this movie, but I had struggled through the book. Somehow I couldn't quite bring myself to see on screen what I had read in the book. Still, finally last night, hubby and I watched the movie. And it was fabulous. It's poignant without being totally schmaltzy. Robin Williams and Robert Deniro turn in amazing performances (explaining Deniro's academy award, I guess!)
So if there's anyone else left in the world who hasn't seen the movie, sign up on Netflix, or hit the local Blockbuster. It's time.
Labels: Movies
Christmas Tree of Horror
As you can imagine from my little blog name, I
like Christmas lights. Oooh, bright shiny. Which makes the guy who sits in the cubicle next to mine the best guy for me to sit with at Christmas time. Today we unloaded about 10 strands of lights and decorated the 4 cubicle hallway we sit in. Well we got mostly done, the catch being that we ran out of creativity/hooks before we ran out of strands. There are still 2 strands waiting to be hung. It’s the perfect way to break up the workday.
It also brought to mind my favorite personal Christmas story. When I was little, my Mom made gingerbread cookies to hang on the tree. Very cute, you have to applaud that kind of creativity. The only catch was that after they were all hung on the tree, the schnauzer came through and ate most of the ornaments that he could reach, and ate the bottom of the ornaments when he couldn’t reach the whole cookie. We’d be watching tv when from under the Christmas tree we could hear “
CRUNCH, CRUNCH crunch crunch”. In addition, I was probably scarred for life by the fact that after a few days our Christmas tree had become the
Christmas tree of horror. Half eaten torsos hung everywhere, looking like something out of Jaws. After that we stuck with occasionally stringing cranberries and popcorn, the gingerbread men stayed home.
Labels: Dogs
Things I learned this weekend
When my honey says "I don't feel good" instead of just being miserable in silence, a trip to the doctor is in order. NOW.
The dog can differentiate between a standard semi (which MUST be barked at) and a tanker truck (which gets a pass)
Skyline Chili is the worst excuse for chili on the planet. But that shouldn't be a surprise. It is based out of Cincinnati, which is much too far north to make chili.
It's surprising how little sleep you get when sleeping arrangements involve a sleeper sofa bar on one side, a heater substituting for my husband on the other side, and the dog trying to join the two of us in a double bed.
My parents are still amazing people that I love to spend time with.
Christmas trees should not be moved once the decorations are in place.
My dog has no idea how to play with another dog.
When my extraverted husband stares into space for multiple days in a row, he should go to the doctor. NOW.
My hometown has doc in the boxes that are open on Sunday. My current city of residence does not. Hmmmm.
Given we've been gone for close to a week, the house is amazingly trashed.
Days 4 and 5 of Thank Yous
Well turkey day was a bit hectic, and yesterday was a bit dain bramaged. So days 4 and 5 of Thank Yous must get posted today. Here we go with the things I was grateful for on Day 4
1. Turkey and dressing and vegetables and pies and....
2. Wonderful aunts and uncles who if they thought I was doing something silly or crazy over the years, never voiced that to me.
3. My mother's hard work. She has seemingly effortless Turkey day preparations which always turn out really well (except for last year when her oven was broken and she didn't know it). I know she works so hard and she and dad churn out a Thanksgiving feast that is a wonder to behold.
4. My grandmother is not only alive, but kicking too at 94. She is most definitely the matriarch of the family, holding life together after my grandfather died almost 40 years ago. Which means at this point she has spent more of her adult life widowed than she did marry. Sometime in the (hopefully far distant) future, when she passes on, I'm sure my grandfather will be there asking her "Where have you been?"
5. My nice warm orange hat which is more suitable for a boy half my age. But it felt great!
And for Day 5
1. A sunny day in November which is rarer than a diamond dipped in amber. And more beautiful.
2. A free movie at the theater, with free popcorn and free soda! AND the movie wasn't too bad, a cute fluffy little romantic comedy called "Just Like Heaven" which is absolutely PERFECT for my father.
3. Egg nog. I love that stuff.
4. Internet shopping. We shopped at the mall yesterday for a few small things for my grandmother. It was nice to know that when we really didn't want to shop any more, we could stop. And after 1/2 hour of oppressive heat and Christmas music, we called it and went home.
5. "Boundin'" This is a cartoon short that my dad and I LOVE. Every visit since we first saw the movie in July has required at least one viewing. Dad and I nod along and laugh while Mom and my husband smile and humor us. "Pink!? Pink!? Well what's wrong with Pink? Seems like you've got a pink kink in your think"
Day three thanksgivings
1. When I say I'm broke, it means that now that the bills are paid and the money has been added to savings, there's not as much fun money as I would like.
2. Hot chocolate last night when it was in the low 20s was gooooo-ooood
3. My husband has a job that he really likes, even when they get on each other's nerves.
4. The Accord is a most comfortable car for long road trips
5. One more hour until I head out!
Thank Yous
So day two of the 5 days of thanks yous. Today's thanks are for:
1. My hubby being home safe and sound, albeit tired, cranky, and sans bike.
2. Our parents who managed to get both of us to adulthood with a minimum of insanity
3. My brother whom I admire and love. In my next life, I want to be like him!
4. My friends, who keep me going, give me strength and laughter, and forgive me my foibles. (Foibles sounds so much better than weaknesses, pettiness, and impatience)
5. A challenging, frustrating, but ultimately decent paying job. I'm not always grateful, but unlike many GM employees, I still have a secure paycheck.
Movie-A-Rama
I have to get the heck out of dodge shortly to retrieve my husband. But in my aloneness this weekend, I managed to catch a few movies:
Blade 2 Not bad, didn't seem to be as fun as Blade 1, but still grisly fun.
Elizabeth I liked this better than I thought I would. Not really my style of movie (then again, neither is Blade), but Cate Blanchett did a wonderful job and the story flowed along nicely. It's about as unpretentious as a period piece can get, which is probably what made this palatable. I recommend it
Dancer in the Dark Couldn't do it. Get about halfway in, and just couldn't keep my fidgets down to a minimum.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Not quite up to snuff with the other HPs, and a little harder for me to deal with the deviations from the book. Where the other movies followed the books extremely closely, this one went through the book like Blade through Vampires. So if you haven't read the book, you'll still probably find this entertaining. If you have read the book, and if you're at all like me, you'll probably have a hard time with the changes that had to be made to compensate for the deletion of whole story lines. It'll be interesting to see if this affects the continuity of the next movie at all.
Labels: Movies
Rhymes with Shmoonited
A certain airline is getting on my last frickin' nerve. My husband's flight was delayed - I had checked the website. Then I hit refresh. Delayed again. And Again. And again. Finally I thought, "This is RIDICULOUS". I'm calling and talking to someone to find out what's REALLY going on." Did you know that there is not one phone number on the United website that does not take you to an automated phone? And not one that ultimately takes you to an agent, I mean full on 100% automated. Well, maybe I take it back, there's a phone number for a Customer Relations office. Of course it was closed.
But I got a real kick out of
this article. Being responsive to customer complaints is a whole lot easier when there's no way for the customers to submit a complaint.
So kiddos, today's easter egg hunt - see if you can actually find any other phone number not attached to an automated machine, or a place to email. I don't really care any more, but it is a challenge greater than the quest for the Holy Grail.
Suddenly I understand why Continental keeps winning awards. The bar is apparently appallingly low.
Update Oops, looks like it got delayed
again even after he told me that he got on the plane. Hopefully only this 10 minute more delay. It's been a total of 2 Hours 50 minutes delayed. I'll bet they don't even offer the poor guy an extra bag of peanuts.
Update: Tammie sent
this link which includes ways to work around automated telephone systems. Including United's. I'm not sure if it works, but next time I'll give it a try!
Labels: Travel
Thanksgiving week
Testosterhome was saying that she was going to spend the week thinking of what she was grateful for. I think it's an awesome idea, so here's today's list of 5:
1. A snuggly dog. (Although I may not have been as grateful at 4AM when he felt snuggles and kisses were in order)
2. A good job
3. Carpool buddies
4. Good friends to watch Harry Potter with
5. My husband comes home today, so I can stop whining.
Your turn - what are YOU thankful for?
Good Idea
My dad and my dog are both taking Glucosamine/Chondroitin. I was telling Dad that we've found doggy treats that contain 350 mg of Glucosamine and 200 of Chondroitin. So the dog
begs for his Glucosamine. Dad mused "I wonder if they could do that with pizza..."
Saturday morning do-gooding/Saturday evening whining
I'm SORE. I volunteered this AM. Spent 3 hours picking up small boxes off of a pallet, cutting them open with a box cutter, opening the plastic inside, breaking down the box and then passing the little danskin pants on to some other women who cut out the tags, folded and boxed them back up. I'm not used to that kind of lifting, twisting, and ripping. Abs are a touch sore (which is better than the back!) as are triceps and shoulders. My table of 6 cleared two pallets full. I'm trying to picture the villagers in some South American jungle all sporting danskin cropped workout pants (especially the bright pink & purple pants). The visual just wasn't coming to me.
Two more days til my husband comes home. The dog and I are alternating moping on the kitchen floor and staring at the back door. Unfortunately, due to a combination of timing and bad cell coverage (DAMN YOU SPRINT!), I've only gotten to speak with him for a few minutes since he left a few days ago. Sigh. Gotta go, it's my turn to mope.
Missing My Man
My husband left on a jet plane yesterday AM for time in a warm sunny clime visiting our best man, and his wife and new baby. It’s 50 degrees warmer to be precise. Not that I’m bitter. Or noticing. Really.
Temps yesterday didn’t even hit 30 deg F. Our little area of town had it’s “Light Up Night” last night. I must say, they do Norman Rockwell very, very well. Kids were running around having a ball. High school musicians were playing Christmas carols (some with better success than others.). I think we should be happy that their lips didn’t stick to their trumpets and clarinets. A guy on a unicycle juggled flaming torches. And all of the store windows were done to the hilt. It was awesome. The wonderdog and I went for a walk through the area, and he was working it. He got lots and lots of attention from adults and kids both. Alas, we both ran out of steam/warm clothing before the big tree was lit up, and went home. As we were leaving, the wonderdog’s arch-nemesis, the commuter train, went by. So over the sounds of the lovely singer everyone could hear his barking.
“And they heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight…”
Sad
Sen Tom Coburn yesterday apparently was turned by the senate ethics committee and told that he will no longer be able to serve indigent women as a physician because it’s against senate ethics rules. According to
this Washington Post article from a few months ago, he had been allowed to continue his practice while in the house because he doesn’t turn a profit (he charges enough to cover costs). But…
But Senate ethics rules do not differentiate between net and gross income, and the Senate panel concluded on March 18 that physician-lawmakers are barred from taking any money from patients regardless of expenses.
Too bad, I think it’s GOOD for our senators to be doing non-profit work – and that’s what this is. There must be a way around this, maybe he could form a non-profit group and work for them instead.
Hot and Wet
"That's nice if you're with a lady, but it ain't no good if you're in the jungle"
-Robin Williams in "Good Morning Vietnam"
The weather here has been...weird. Summer ran until October, then we had winter for a few days, then fall, back to winter, now fall. Last night took Fuzzbutt out for a walk, then let him veg on the porch while I got a last leaf raking in. He loves being outside where he can control passing dogs ("You dogs get off my sidewalk! Come to think of it, get off the street!"), and make sure no unauthorized people come up the driveway. It was awesome having the doors open to let some warm, damp air in, the last fresh air until May, I'm sure.
We've been teaching the mutt "Spin". On command he turns in a circle. The bad news is that he's now confused it with "come around" in which he switches from our right side to our left side (or vice versa). Now when I tell him to "come around", he does spins all the way around me. I need to straighten him out soon or we're going to have one very dizzy doggy on our hands. But I like teaching him new tricks - he enjoys it, and he's way too smart to not challenge intellectually. Once we get him to learn that, we're going to teach him to pick the hand that we're holding a treat in. He'll be ready for shell games by the time New Orleans is back in action.
Labels: Seasons
Riot Count
From the
BBC:
8,973 cars burnt
2,888 arrests
20 nights of riots
Source: National police
This article also notes:
Nationwide, 163 cars were burnt - almost down to the levels seen before the riots began last month.
Good grief...I don't know how many cars are burned in the US on a nightly basis, but doesn't that seem a bit high? C'mon, just a bit?
Really amazing overall. I'm still fascinated that this isn't getting more play in the US press. C'mon, after France's nasty comments about New Orleans, doesn't anyone feel at least a little bit of schadenfreude?
And this whole thing made me giggle...
Meanwhile, senior officials from President Jacques Chirac's centre-right party have suggested that polygamy is one factor in the riots, arguing children of polygamous families have less of a father figure and are more likely to live in overcrowded conditions.
"Polygamy... prevents people being educated as they should be in an organised society. Tens of people cannot live in a single flat," Bernard Accoyer, leader of the Union for a Popular Majority (UMP) in the National Assembly lower house of parliament, told French radio.
Polygamy is illegal in France but until 1993, it was possible for immigrants to bring more than one wife from their home country to join them.
Surely they aren't suggesting that there are enough polygamist in France to cause this? Is Chirac's group saying that polygamists who moved to France over 12 years ago responsible for the riots? If that's the reason, why aren't there riots in the countries that these people moved from?
It couldn't be ... France?
Only 162 Cars burned last night
How do you know that the riots have been going on for far too long? The French are excited because
only 162 cars were
burned last night. Oh, well, that's hardly of notice then! It's sort of like when you read that three soldiers were killed by a roadside bomb in Iraq overnight, and think "thank heavens it was only 3!" You just get warped by constant bad news, and a lessening of the bad makes it sound almost good.
Say some prayers that in both cases we can ultimately see an end to the bad, and get a constant stream of good news in the near future.
Blade
Much to my husband's utter bemusement, I
love this movie. I'm the one who lasted through 6.5 minutes of "The Ring". I'm the one that he has to tell when the gory scenes are over. And yet I'm the proud owner of this movie about vampires in which every scene involves someone getting mauled by vampires, or multiple vampires exploding, losing limbs, and dying in terrible ways. A friend of mine once labelled this movie as cathartic, and he's utterly correct. Despite the gore, for some reason this is one movie where "cartoon violence" actually means something to me. Usually my problem with gore is I'm overly empathetic to the desecrated human being. Not in this movie. The acting isn't anything to write home about, the writing isn't all great, but when the movie's over, I'm thinking "Take that you rotten vampires!"
So this is recommended with qualifications - not for those who don't like vampires or cartoon violence, definitely not for kids.
Labels: Movies
Loverly
It was such a beautiful weekend. This was a road trip to visit my little brother in Connecticut and check out some races.
Saturday morning was one of those moments my Dad refers to as a moment of grace. And I know that's not original to him, but he's the one who told me about, so he gets the credit. It was the ultimate fall morning - a thick frost on the fields, but the trees were sporting brilliant yellow leaves. The sun was out, and the sky was pristine. The dog and I crunched and whooshed our way around the fields, but not too far distant, we could hear the hunters shooting at small game of some sort and yelling to their dogs. Just about the point my dog was really starting to get nervous (he's a lover, not a hunter), a deer came bounding out of the woods. Alas, I couldn't appreciate the beauty of Bambi because Fuzzbutt, never being one to miss an opportunity, was after him (like a shot! heh...). Injured front leg and all, he managed to chase the deer across a somewhat busy road, and out of site. Before I could even get up to the road to guide his return trip, back he came, tail held high with a big doggy smile on his face.
I started Confessions this weekend. I'm in over my head! First problem was trying to figure out what a Manachee is.
I've found it now:
As a Manachee, Augustine believed that both God and the principle of evil were some sort of material substances, neither deriving its existence from the other. Evil, although somehow smaller than God, was, nevertheless, infinite and presented a real problem for God to overcome in the course of his cosmic existence
Anyway, so apparently in his wicked youth, that's what Augustine was. Sigh. Not even through Book 1 yet. This could take a while.
Bastards
From
CNN:
The Wednesday attacks at the Grand Hyatt, Radisson and Days Inn hotels in downtown Amman took their greatest toll on a wedding party.
The wedding reception of Ashraf al-Akhras and his bride Nadia Alami at the Radisson was targeted by one of the bombers. The explosion killed both of their fathers, a number of guests and wounded the newlyweds.
Having gotten married less than a year ago, all I can think is, these people probably had a good portion of those they they loved in the world, if not everyone they loved in the world, there. When I was worried about things going dreadfully, horribly, awry, it was along the lines of not enough food, people not having a good time, a fight between guests, that type of thing. My husband's and my family and friends dying wasn't even on the radar. I feel so sad for these two that the day that should have been their moments of greatest joy turned into such horror.
My prayers are with them.
Surely you Jest
Yesterday I saw in LeMonde that Sarkozy, the Interior minister, had called for foreigners who were involved in the riots to be deported. “Just you wait,” I told a friend of mine, “There will be protests over this.”
Today in
Forbes:
“Meanwhile controversy surrounded a call by the tough-talking Interior Minister Nicolas Sarkozy for foreigners convicted of acts of violence during the troubles to be deported -- a measure denounced by left-wing parties and campaigning groups as a breach of human rights”
Ok, let’s think about this. We are being told that the reason for these riots are because the people involved are trapped in a dead-end pointless life, with nothing to do but burn cars, and buses to express their frustration. They live in abject poverty (With great health insurance!), with no hope of moving up in the world, or assimilating into the French culture. They live in a world of drugs, violence, and ugliness with no hope of ever movin' on up.
How would deporting someone in that situation be a breach of human rights? If France REALLY loved these people, maybe they should pay for any alien who wants to leave to get a one way ticket anywhere in the world that will take them. It has to be cheaper than paying for their healthcare, and maybe the folks who remained would be more interested in being good French citizens who assimilate with the culture.
UPDATE: Jennifer at Demure Thoughts is always good for a laugh.
Mrs Miniver by Jan Struther
I actually picked this book up because the movie was supposed to have been so very good. And I figured a book written in 1939 during WWII in England had to have some interest. But the writing style is ultimately what did me in. I'm all about sunshine and light, but this reminded me so much of a
1950s cookbook. Instead of flowing, the story was told in sequential vignettes, and recorded Mrs Miniver's (and her family's) life leading up to the war. The movie, as it turns out was about life DURING the war. I don't know if there was a sequel, but I do know that while I am a shallow person, I'm not ready for more 1950s fluffiness. On to the next books, and I'll just have to do without Mrs Miniver.
In the HopperConfessions by St Augustine
The Last of the Plantagenets by Thomas B. Costain
Hardball, Life on the Streets by Daniel Coyle
Waking Samuel by Daniel Coyle
The Chorus (Les Choristes)
For a little while now, I've started to wonder if I'm projecting a sense of apathy on the movies and books I've read. Nothing has really seemed to press any buttons. Until I saw Les Choristes today. There's no reason that I can think of why this movie would make such an impression. It's the typical story - teacher comes to all boys school, brings humor to humorless environment, defies the headmaster who believes the only way to keep order is to keep students under his thumb. If you've seen "Dead Poets Society", "Mr Holland's Opus", or "The Emperor's Club", you get the picture. (Or on the distaff side "Mona Lisa Smile"). It also has the added hindrance of being French subtitled, which means looking away from the screen to grab your drink could lead one to miss a critical moment in the movie.
Whatever. This movie is well worth seeing, it's warm and has a lot of heart. The acting is superb, and the story is sweet. If you haven't added this to the netflix queue, time to do it. Awesome feelgood movie.
Labels: Movies
Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister by Gregory Maguire
This just wasn't one of those books that really jumped out and grabbed me. Gregory Maguire is better known for "Wicked", which I haven't read yet. I liked his overall take on the Cinderella story, I thought it was pretty cool. But I still found myself plodding through this book. I'm not sure I can put my finger on why - Iris, one of the ugly stepsisters, is an awesome character, and Ruth is just sort of background. But I think my main problem is I didn't like Cinderella. I couldn't get into her head, and ultimately I was as impatient with her as the wicked stepmother was. (I'm not sure what this says about me).
So it's not a book I would discourage anyone from reading, but probably not one that would ever show up under the heading "You
must get this book! It's fabulous!
In the HopperBooksConfessions by St Augustine
The Last of the Plantagenets by Thomas B. Costain
Hardball, Life on the Streets by Daniel Coyle
Waking Samuel by Daniel Coyle
Mrs Miniver by Jan Struther
MoviesHero
Along Came a Spider
The Chorus (Les Choristes)
Dogue de Bordeaux
Yesterday we stopped for dinner at this little diner, with a friend of ours. Our dog was with us, and going bonkers in the back seat. We couldn't figure out why until we saw this little puppy walking across the parking lot by herself. Anyway she was walking out towards the street, with no one in sight, so I went out and called to her. Like most puppies she wiggle butted her way over to me "A person! Who may have food! For me! How Exciting!". About that point her owner materialized (I don't know from where, I was too focused on the puppy.) He proudly explained that she was a purebred Dogue de Bordeaux named Penelope, and she was 2 months old. So we exchanged pleasantries, Penelope was returned to her rightful owner, and our dog didn't get a little buddy to play with.
This morning my husband and I looked up
Dogue de Bordeaux. Thank God for unanswered prayers. First of all, as my love put it, this dog looks like it's been chasing parked cars. Then we read the temperament and realized that Penelope would no way have worked with our lifestyle:
- Fearless and confrontational with strangers
- very aggressive with other dogs
- snores and drools
Then we checked out the size - 120-140lbs. Somehow I wouldn't see this dog being much fun at bike races, unless we could train it to carry small children. Then at least we could make a few dollars towards feeding the fearless and confrontational mutt...er...purebred.
The dog will just have to wait for any new siblings.
Labels: Dogs
Ride like the wind
This weekend was another bike race, this one had the good news/bad news of being 3 hours from home. My love had to work until 8PM Friday night, so we rousted out at 5:30AM yesterday morning. But man, what a beautiful day! 70 and sunny with the fall leaves still clinging to the last vestiges of life. I love hanging out with the gang at the races, such a good crew this time of year. Everyone was in a great mood before the races, it was a great turn out, and a beautiful, but dangerous course. This is the first fall race I've been to that I've seen the EMTs on the course. Hubby had a really bad race (still finished well ahead of 60 riders, but bad for him.) My only complaint was there was no soda in the soda machines and they ran out of gatorade at the concession stand. So I was
parched by the time we left around 3:30. We saw a friend of ours who drove three hours from the opposite direction, so stopped to have dinner with him (and in my case, quaff about a quart of sprite). Anyway, we got home a little before 8, I was sound asleep by 8:30, and only sort of woke up when my husband turned off the light for the night. (oh and when the dog decided he wanted to sleep with his head on my pillow...twice). The alarm went off at 6:30AM for the bike rider in the family to meet the only local ride at 8AM. He was back in bed and sound asleep by 6:32.
And I, 11 hours of sleep later, am off to church, which will let the dog go back to bed. He is completely passed out on the living room floor, having missed all 8 hours of napping yesterday during the day. But my faithful defender feels he must stay with me in the morning to make sure I don't injure myself or get attacked by passing dogs. Once I leave, he'll go back to sleep in bed. Not that he's spoiled or anything, but then, doesn't a guy who's willing to defend me with his life deserve that much?
We don't need no water, let the....
So I'm reading
LeMonde (with the help of a free online translator, I'm not that good) about the riots in the suburbs of Paris. Some things that really struck me
- No screaming headlines about the riots. Actually the first story is about airport taxes
- No front page pictures from the riots
- The major headline about the riots questions the police tactics and whether they're being too harsh on the rioters
- And this part I'm a little shaky on, but it appears that two men have already been tried in connection with the riots and they got...2 months in prison for one, and 3 months suspended sentence with community service.
Those last two freak me out. Wait, I can't emphasize this enough, let's try again: FREAK ME OUT. Better. Anyway, rioters have burned 600 personal vehicles, a car dealership, and a gym, damaged 27 buses, and disrupted metro service, and the French are concerned that the poor rioters may be treated too harshly? F that, somebody send these people a Texas ranger. (One riot, one ranger).
And then after all that, the police finally get (one of) their man and they're out in time to join last night's riots again? What kind of goofiness is that? Shouldn't the French courts at least try to make sure that their rioters are late for the car burning? I hope I have misunderstood that last piece. Because these are the people who have tried about 47 times to find Lance Armstrong guilty of doping. But then again, he's an American, he must be guilty.
I wonder how long until we talk about the good old days when Paris was safe to visit.
For those who are interested, Theodore Dalrymple has a lengthy post which makes him look like Nostradamus. It was written in 2002 precisely about the ghettos from which the current riots spring.
Happiness is...
...coming home to my dog and snuggling.
Back when he was a wee, little puppy (ok, maybe not that wee) I would immediately take him outside after I got home from work. Then we would go upstairs and I would put him in the middle of the bed and tell him about my day. We would curl up and snuggle together. You know the whole thing of blood pressure dropping when you pet a dog? Mine probably drops 10 points. His probably drops 10 points too. Anyway, now a few years down the line, when I come home from work, he greats me at the door then immediately runs upstairs to the bedroom for snuggles.
Truly, it doesn't get any better than that!
Labels: Dogs
