Saturday, February 27, 2010


Life has been kicking my ass lately.

Work has been a continuous revolving door of employee issues consisting of hirings, firings and reprimands. I have hired three newbies in the past month and so far they have logged in a total of four sick days. One only made it a week, before getting all germy and pukey and greenish.

Home has been somewhat calmer, but with the normal amount of teen angst and girl-drama. With several snow days under their belts, they are as sick of me as I am of keeping them entertained.

The man was transferred to a different department at work and is showing the signs of stress related to such a move. He's well liked at work and respected among his peers. Yet there are employees that do not deal well with change. There is backlash folks.

In other news, there is a new puppy. After mourning the loss of Ralphie the Wonder Weiner, I slowly began to prepare myself for another dog. I researched different breeds, small ones and large ones, active and no-so-much. I considered the possibility of getting a dog that could accompany me to work each day. As I have mentioned before, I work in a chain of liquor stores. This made the option of a large dog unlikely. Large, furry tails clearing large amounts of bottles from bottom shelves would be a bad thing. From this aspect, a small dog is preferable.

So this narrowed my search. I watched dog shows. I checked breeders. I talked to everyone that had the unfortunate luck to cross my path. Long story sort-of-shortish, I kept going back to the dachshunds. Maybe its the familiarity. They are not the easiest breed, but I knew what I was getting into.

After batting my eyes and promising sexual favors to the Man, on Valentine's Day he purchased for me this:

Let me introduce to you Prince Dashing Romeo. Dash for short. He makes my heart swell.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Puppy breath

It's been several weeks since my dear doggie passed away. He was my companion, my friend and occasionally the biggest pain in my ass. I loved him dearly. I've spent the last few days trolling the internet in search of puppies and breeders and rescue homes and such. But each picture has caused conflicted feelings. Can you replace a beloved pet so quickly? Is it really replacing, or just moving on? Can another dog fill the space left by Ralphie? I just dunno. But seriously, this face is killing me. Squee! Smoosh! Fuzzy! Soft! Heart!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Wordless Wednesday