The Everyday Perils of Dog Ownership

Ahh, Monday.

Truly, nothing says “Welcome to the work week, biotch!” like being woken up by your dog puking on your carpet three times in the middle of the night. After he’s already made a onesie AND a twosie on your bathroom floor (but I do appreciate that he goes into the bathroom to do it, at least!). Yes, Daxter got me off to a grrrrreat start this week. Sigh.

My suspicion is that when Daxter gets sick like this it’s mostly anxiety-related. Which is kind of sad, because he has no real reason to be anxious. Ever. Seriously, between my brother’s and my work schedules, the dogs are left alone for maybe like, 3 hours a day — if at all! Not to mention they’re pretty much the most spoiled things ever. But between Daxter’s recent penchant for pooping on bathroom floors and Harry’s new allergy developments (he is so itchy ALL the time! I feel so bad for him. Anyone have any homeopathetic dog itch-relief remedies they want to share?), my little schnauzie-poos are definitely a handful right now.

Let me disclaim: I didn’t actually put Daxter in “jail” for puking. I just thought these pictures that Taylor took a few months ago were particularly apt.

As always, they are supremely lucky they’re so gosh-darned cute.

Anywayyyy, instead of dwelling on all of that literal mess, let’s look at some pretty pictures of sushi, shall we? I met up with my friend Amanda on Friday and we took a trip to my beloved Koi Koi. I actually had already had sushi earlier in the week, so I didn’t end up getting my usual sushi smorgasbord. Just a chicken katsu dish (which was so delicious I forgot to take a picture) and a little salmon roll on the side.

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Plus edamame, duh.

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Amanda Instagrammed her own deliciousness, so I took a photo of her taking a photo. I’m so meta.

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I hope that you all had wonderful weekends! See you on the flipside. 🙂

Get’r Done (Weigh-in)

Happy Hurricane survival, everyone! I hope nobody was hit too hard by Irene. Though the dogs were freaking out due to the intense wind (woke me up!) we ended up with only a few hours of lost power in the middle of the night Saturday (while we were sleeping anyway). The cute little flowering tree in our front yard unfortunately wasn’t so lucky. Farewell, curb appeal. Oh wellps.

Day 192 - RainDrops
Photo by Ben Powell

Technically the above shot is from a completely different thunderstorm, but the sentiment remains the same, haha. My sister and her hubs came down from Columbia with Oreo to weather the storm (badoom ching!) with us. In his excitement to be reunited with his canine companions, Oreo lost not one, not two, but THREE teeth! Bear in mind that this is normal for puppies, just like we lost our baby teeth (though somehow I don’t think Oreo is going to find a quarter under his pillow). However, it meant that his poor toothless gums ended up bleeding…

Day 237 - Blood
Photo by Ben Powell

… all over my little white dog.

Yep, Daxter looked like the victim of war and received TWO baths on Saturday alone. Future white dog owners beware: it is a lot of work keeping them clean.

Okay, so without further adieu, here is the disappointing news you needed to start your week off right:

Starting Weight: 246 lbs
Last Week’s Weight: 189.0 lbs
This Week’s Weight: 189.0 lbs
This Week’s Loss: -0.0 lbs

Er.

Yeah.

On the one hand, I didn’t gain any weight. So, you know, there’s that.

But, I also didn’t lose any either. Boo. I suspect it may have had something to do with the 687 chocolate chip cookies that were consumed in Armageddon-induced fear (you deal with an earthquake AND a hurricane and tell me you wouldn’t stress eat too!) And while I was on the scale this morning contemplating my unbudged scale number (seriously, I’ve only ever had one other 0-gain 0-loss weigh-in before!) I realized that I have less than 4 weeks until the Navy 5 miler in September.

So! Before I allow myself to be stuck for the next 5 months like my LAST plateau, I am making yet another resolution to get’r done. I am aware that I suck at life exercising and that you are all really tired of hearing my excuses. Well, having upped this race distance to 5 MILES instead of 5 KILOMETERS is a big change for me, one that actually leaves a distinct possibility of not being able to finish because I’m such a fat load and didn’t train. Seriously. Horrifying.

So no more excuses. It’s time to make use of the free gym in my building at work, the cool weather, and the now-later start time of my new job. I’m going to start with time goals (run for 30-minutes straight, run for 45-minutes straight, etc.) as I’ve determined that at my pace (SLOW) it’ll probably take me the better part of an hour to do a full 5 miles. And I’ve never run for an hour straight, so I’ll need to get used to it.

C’mon, Gretchen. Get’r done.

What’s your hurricane story?