new jobs

My mom got a job volunteering with First Coast No More Homeless Pets. I'm excited because it gets her out of the house for a bit so I can lick my manly parts in peace. Also, she won't be working directly with animals, so there is no reason to worry she'll bring another dog - ultimately inferior to me - to my happy home.

FCNMHP works with low income families to find them spay and neuter options. They have a host of programs ranging from free to low cost. They also have a feral cat program - did you know Zoey was a feral cat when Mommy adopted her? You'd never know it now. When no one else is around, Zoey is a total snugglebutt (Mommy's word, not mine.). She can't keep her paws off me!!

I'm happy Mommy is giving back to the community.
I'm glad that other peoples' dogs and cats will benefit.
I'm glad they will stay with other people!!!

WOOF!

huh

Have you ever stopped to think about how much time you spend in one place?

I spend a lot of time in my house. I go on ten minute walks twice a day (three if I'm lucky) so I'm inside the house about 23 hours and 40 minutes each day.

My world is small.

(my life isn't)

WOOF

Saturday...In the Park...I Wish it was the Fourth of July!

Cousin Gingy came to stay with my today. We had fun playing in the house. We play this game call "Guess the scent". It is so, so fun. First, I sniff her butt. Then I try to guess the scent until I get it right. Then she sniffs my butt. I almost always win. Ginger doesn't have my experience.

Mommy went downtown with Auntie Janine. They looked at different hospitals where Auntie Janine might possibly work. Then they got Starbucks and walked around Riverside. Mommy liked it, and part of her wishes she lived out there. But could she really leave the beach? She'd have to find a new hairstylist and a new groomer for me. What a pain that would be!!

Oh, and the 45 minute commute to work might suck, too.

Well, she's back home now with Auntie Nini and we're just chilling out. Zoey wants to get online...she needs to check her myspace.

WOOF!

Let's Just Be Friends

Oh, and I had nothing to worry about with that boy. Stupid boy.

cheater

Mommy has started her own blog! Read it!!

In other news...my life has been very exciting lately! I have been licking myself, and scratching myself, and biting myself. WOW!! I have never felt so fulfilled before.

seven weeks and counting

Poor Mommy, she is under a lot of stress lately. Work is really beginning to wear her down. The end of the year is always a mad dash to the finish - awards ceremonies, five spring sports, fieldtrips, not to mention all the extra stuff piled on by administrators, parents being grumps - oh yeah and the whole TEACHING that is supposed to go on for the next seven weeks. Yuck, I wouldn't want that job.

And as far as fieldtrips go, Mommy is done. The sad thing is that the adults are the ones who ruin it - complaining about things that no one can help!! Not being polite or even grateful!! Trying to get money back because their kid had a bad time!! Grr...who knew adults could act so much like children? Way to set the example, losers.

But, the weekend is looking up for Mommy - beach volleyball and a relaxing Saturday. Hopefully the weather will clear up for some nice beach time.

We'll see.

Mommy had a boy come by and pick her up the other night. I sniffed his shoes. No judgment yet, but I am on alert.

WOOF!

we don't have cable

Hey Zoey, let's stare at the wall.......

This is what happens when you don't want to pay $90 a month for entertainment. You make your own. Or rather, your mother decides it would be fun to take interesting photos of you laying on the floor.

Actually, she took this shot after our distastrous two mile walk, during which I busted open my paw and had to get stitches. Yeah, it was awesome.

Animal cruelty, anyone?

I'm done looking at the wall. What should we do now? Lick ourselves?

hrmph

The perfect Friday night with Mommy means:

1. Publix sushi
2. Steve Martin movies
3. Low-fat ice cream in large quantities
4. No cell phone
5. Laughing out loud by herself

and not thinking about certain loser guys who do not call you back, or send you a courtesy I'm not interested email, or just seem to have bad manners, or anything of the above things.

2007...bad start, badass improvements

Well, my mommy has had an interesting year, thus far. I mean, okay, so maybe it didn't start out to great. I know that people talk about ringing in the New Years and having a super-crazy-monster-blowout (I heard that talk through the window from our annoying frat boy neighbors). I know that sometimes people want that perfect New Years kiss. I know that some assholes like to set off fireworks starting at 8 pm and ending at 3 am.

But Mommy...well, she feel asleep around 11 that night and when the fireworks woke her up, she couldn't figure out why people were setting them off. Now, I hate fireworks. Hence the asshole comment earlier. I mean, honestly, I don't know what they are or how they work but the noise just sends shivers down my spine - which is already ridden with arth-freaking-rightis. So, when they unnecessary noise began around 11:30, Mommy crawled on the floor to cuddle with me. She said, "It's ok baby, just some local idiots...setting off fireworks on a Monday night...hey, it's Monday night! Why are they setting off fireworks?? What the fuck?!!"

Then, through the window we hear:

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"

"2007 FUCK YEAH!!"

"WOOHOO!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"

"UM, I THINK I'M GOING TO PUKE."

So, then Mommy look at me and says, "Oh."

I immediately start to worry. I have seen that look on her face before. That, look that says that all her mind is thinking is "don't cry, don't cry, this is not something to cry about, don't cry." But, as quickly as the sound of someone retching in the bushes came floating through the glass, the look disappeared from my Mommy's beautiful face.

And she started laughing.

Hysterically.

If you thought I was worried before - that was nothing compared to this. This is it, I thought, my emotionally charged hormonal and also quite sexy master has flipped her freaking lid!

But, it turns out, I had no need to worry. Quickly, Mommy grabbed the phone and called Auntie Hilary. "Can you believe I forgot it was New Years?" she cackled. "Holy shit! I really have no life!" She continued to laugh, but not in the "and now I am going to enjoy hacking you to bits" kind of way, but more in the "oh what the hell, I give up" kind of way.

(Just like the time Mommy's family abandoned her on Christmas Eve and locked her out of the house while she was taking me on a poop run. But that's another blog.)

So, that was our start to 2007. Ok, a bit pathetic, but we've rebounded nicely. Maybe a crazy teenage-esqe boy moment or two, but overall, Mommy is ten times happier than she was at this time last year. She has decided to work hard at finding comedy in everything that could otherwise make her sad. She has awesome friends - some in town, nonetheless, hobbies (she signed up for beach volleyball, I hope she added extra coverage on her health insurace), and work is ten times better now that a certain ex-uncle of mine has left for good (ptfo, you jerk). Also, this guy from her book club took her out twice. She doesn't come home smelling like him, which is good for me but maybe not so good for Mommy. She seems pleased though, and told me, "Only patience brings the worthwhile rain to the Sahara" whatever that means.

After moving to Jacksonville almost three years ago, Mommy finally feels like she is home. I dig it!

WOOF!