It's a Dog's Life

Excuse me for my lack of posting, again, but getting another dog has come with a new full time career: outwitting the wily escape artist.

In the past week+, I have been busy reinforcing, rebuilding, rethinking, and adding catches and latches and gates. I have dug all around my deck and buried planking (hopefully) down past a dog's tunneling ability.

Meet Amphissa (a type of olive). We call her Ampy, because at times she can be a crazy amped up terrier. And of course, a rescue dog never comes without issues. This street dog knows no commands other than sit (we start dog school in two weeks). I still haven't convinced her that it's not ok to sit on the kitchen table and wait for me to come home.

Still, Olive couldn't have asked for a better match, as she and her new best bud spend mass quantities of time happily knocking each other around the triple reinforced fenced yard. They both sleep through thunderstorms, get terrorized by shadows that try to come in the car windows to attack them, and are both non-morning dogs. Nothing beats having a good mate to help terrorize chipmunks and rid the yard of moles.

Goodness knows I needed another tick collector in my life.

Thanks, google

Do you know how hard it is to find good stalkers nowadays?

It’s not like it was in the old days, before the advent of the internet. To be a good stalker, you had to go out and actually find a suitable victim to follow. The time and expense alone weeded out the weak. Not everyone could waste hours touring shopping malls, seedy bistros, used car lots, or other stalkee rich venues, before even beginning to prowl through someone’s life. The dangers inherent in actually physically stalking a person were so much greater. Getting poison ivy while lurking in the bushes was the worst. With no chat forums to support you with the legalities of how far you could go, the odds of getting arrested were huge.

Now that anyone can be a stalker with the simple click of a mouse, without leaving the comfort of home, the quality has deteriorated so greatly that it’s like trying to find a piece of stainless steel in West Marine that doesn’t stick to a magnet or rust the minute you get it wet.

With google blocking my blog as spam, I fear I may have lost the decent stalkers that I worked hard to collect, by crossing that fine line between giving them so much that they didn’t feel special, to that point where they didn’t get enough and went away unsatisfied.

So to you my cherished stalkers, I apologize. Now that my blog has been granted a reprieve from the firing squad, please come back, and I’ll do my best to remain a decent stalkee for you.