Sooooo....here it is Friday, December 18, 2009. Work was, well, 'work;' hot-n-slightly boring with a tad bit of anxiousness sprinkled therein. None of us could wait to get out of there and start our 2-week layoff/shutdown/hiatus.
I think I know what I'm getting Delilah for Christmas and I pretty much know what I'm getting for Derek. Tosiff's already got most of his under the tree, but I want to add a couple more items for his Christmas booty, lol.
Oh! And the lil furry guys! I definitely need to add more schtuff for them to rip in to! I can't seem to find 'truth in advertising' when looking for that 'indestructible' chew toy because Scout's massive canines would rip through titanium methinx. Even lil Scruffy destroys the toys I buy for him. Scruffy's personal fiendish mission is to de-squeak every single squeaky toy he gets; he will not rest until the noise maker has been neutralized. It's Search and Destroy all the way, lol.
After a very brief introduction, the chew toy is shredded into 4,367 crumb-sized pieces with the plastic Squeak of Evil nearby, complete with bite marks all around the edges. Funny thing is, Scruff will carry what's left of the outer shell of the toy in his mouth and parade around the house ---head held high, tail curled over his back--- with as much pomp and circumstance as Princess Di's wedding procession. He's such an adorable dog!
Less than a half hour ago I had to startle Scout into submission. "STOP THAT!" I barked (pun soooooo intended, lmao) as he lay beside me chewing on the area rug in the foyer. Can't blame him really---Tos hasn't lived up to his end of the bargain regarding Scout. Whatsoever. At all. I hear Tos in the other room playing Call of Duty yet he doesn't take the time THE DOG needs to burn off pent-up energy. Poor Scout. He needs to release boredom via exercise and frankly, he doesn't get nearly enough. I've tried walking him and he nearly rips my shoulder out of its socket with his brute strength. So, yeah, that's a job with "Tos" written all over it.
I *hate* thinking about all the sacrifices I've made to make my kids happy (can you say 'Scout'?) and then they don't ever fulfill the promises made to me regarding such acquisition. Remember all the things you promised to do, Tos? Even if you were tired from baseball practice. Even if there was snow outside. Let's hope you keep promises to your wife with more tenacity than those you've made to me. :`(
And here's the quasi-funny ironic part: I'm going to look at another doggie tomorrow. Trying to save the pooch from the pound and certain death. Only thing is, no one knows much about the dog so that's why we're making a visit: to get upcloseandpersonal with the lil furry guy.
More on that later, lol.....
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