I have a MASSIVE thankyou to shell out. To my dear friend Miss Evie!!!! Thankyou so much for hitting me over the head with that reality mallet. I cannot believe that I made “that” statement to you on the phone without realising the absurdity of it all (we’ll keep the specifics between you and I).
That was absolutely awesome of you to point out I had – for a brief moment – forgotten that first and foremost I am an aussie.
Suffice to say through – to you all my readers – if I make another “Americanism” out loud to you then you are perfectly entitled to hit me with the same reality mallet that Miss Evie did. I’m sure she will not mind sharing it with you all.
For those of you asking – what exactly is an “Americanism” well its that action/statement/reaction/comment etc etc that back in Australia would lead you to being stoned – or at least kicked out of the country for it’s ridiculousness).
Saturday, December 03, 2005
The Story of Samson [aka The Dog/The Mutt]
Anyway so where does one start? I’ll work backwards as we just came out of Thanksgiving break. This is a holiday that is more widely celebrated and enjoyed by more Americans than Xmas. It is seen as the family event of the year. Based on historical events rather than religion. Celebrating the Mayfair (a ship) landing at Plymouth rock.
I was ill so turned down any offers for thanksgiving dinner and spent the day dozing on the lounge. I did make it up to the Macy’s Thanksgiving day parade. At least for the first hour. It’s actually quite an impressive display of floats. I’ve posted pics at CLICK HERE. I did not take the pics as I was too ill to actually remember my camera.
So what’s new? Well for those of you that do not know I adopted a dog (on a trial basis – It’s the only way I can cope with it). He’s camera shy but there are pics HERE.
His name is…… [refer to blog Nameing the Puppy[ well usually he’s referred to as Dog or The Mutt. But he’s registered as Samson. I’m thinking of renaming him Odie – yes as in the dog from Garfield. He is that loveable and that dumb.
He’s a chow chow mix which means there is often a battle of wills. But for those of you that know me – I have been winning and have established myself as the Pack Leader.
He is really well natured but for those of you that know me it has been a major readjustment to my lifestyle. On the plus side my place is the cleanest it has ever been. I clean after him incessantly. Where in the past my OCD has laid dormant (and before you say it – the rug fringe was an exception) it has now come out in full force.
The first day was definitely a trial. A friend of mine was nice enough to drive me the 1.5 hours to the animal shelter. Day was off to a good start. Weather was lovely, no hangover this time so the drive pleasant. So we pick up the Dog and make it 45 minutes before he throws up. I’m calling for Kelvin to stop the car – the dog is looking green – and all we get from Kelvin is a …. It’s fine it’s fine – as we are both turning green from the smell. After a rather amazing U-Turn across about 10 lanes of traffic (I am so glad that between the 2 of us our accents would have gotten us out of any driving ticket) we pull over (coincidently at Woodbury Shopping Outlets). Kelvin is trying to clean up the doggie spew while I am laughing hysterically (more at K almost joining Samson in the upchuck event). Anyway K goes off to do his Xmas shopping and I hang out taking work calls and trying to calm the poor dog down.
Finally we are off on the road again after cleaning the car and calming the dog (and of course some shopping). And it takes less than 20 minutes for the Dog to again throw up only this time there is no stopping and only erratic driving….. and poor Dog continues with the throwing up until we get to my place. We clean up the car (bearing in mind it’s a rental) I promptly walk the Dog upstairs and what is the first thing he does? Walks over to my rug and pees all over the place. Nice. My poor oriental rug. So I then spend the remainder of the evening cleaning the rug – and regretting the whole decision to adopt the Mutt.
Well things have settled down considerably. Samson now sleeps in his bed, is banned from the rug, is housetrained – and with the exception of waking me up at around 5.30-6am every morning wanting to go outside – we are getting on much better. He’s clingy but friendly with everyone. And I tell you – ever short of a date – get a dog. He’s very popular out when walking.
I was ill so turned down any offers for thanksgiving dinner and spent the day dozing on the lounge. I did make it up to the Macy’s Thanksgiving day parade. At least for the first hour. It’s actually quite an impressive display of floats. I’ve posted pics at CLICK HERE. I did not take the pics as I was too ill to actually remember my camera.
So what’s new? Well for those of you that do not know I adopted a dog (on a trial basis – It’s the only way I can cope with it). He’s camera shy but there are pics HERE.
His name is…… [refer to blog Nameing the Puppy[ well usually he’s referred to as Dog or The Mutt. But he’s registered as Samson. I’m thinking of renaming him Odie – yes as in the dog from Garfield. He is that loveable and that dumb.
He’s a chow chow mix which means there is often a battle of wills. But for those of you that know me – I have been winning and have established myself as the Pack Leader.
He is really well natured but for those of you that know me it has been a major readjustment to my lifestyle. On the plus side my place is the cleanest it has ever been. I clean after him incessantly. Where in the past my OCD has laid dormant (and before you say it – the rug fringe was an exception) it has now come out in full force.
The first day was definitely a trial. A friend of mine was nice enough to drive me the 1.5 hours to the animal shelter. Day was off to a good start. Weather was lovely, no hangover this time so the drive pleasant. So we pick up the Dog and make it 45 minutes before he throws up. I’m calling for Kelvin to stop the car – the dog is looking green – and all we get from Kelvin is a …. It’s fine it’s fine – as we are both turning green from the smell. After a rather amazing U-Turn across about 10 lanes of traffic (I am so glad that between the 2 of us our accents would have gotten us out of any driving ticket) we pull over (coincidently at Woodbury Shopping Outlets). Kelvin is trying to clean up the doggie spew while I am laughing hysterically (more at K almost joining Samson in the upchuck event). Anyway K goes off to do his Xmas shopping and I hang out taking work calls and trying to calm the poor dog down.
Finally we are off on the road again after cleaning the car and calming the dog (and of course some shopping). And it takes less than 20 minutes for the Dog to again throw up only this time there is no stopping and only erratic driving….. and poor Dog continues with the throwing up until we get to my place. We clean up the car (bearing in mind it’s a rental) I promptly walk the Dog upstairs and what is the first thing he does? Walks over to my rug and pees all over the place. Nice. My poor oriental rug. So I then spend the remainder of the evening cleaning the rug – and regretting the whole decision to adopt the Mutt.
Well things have settled down considerably. Samson now sleeps in his bed, is banned from the rug, is housetrained – and with the exception of waking me up at around 5.30-6am every morning wanting to go outside – we are getting on much better. He’s clingy but friendly with everyone. And I tell you – ever short of a date – get a dog. He’s very popular out when walking.
Where oh where has the Little One gone?
Apologies for the lack of entries and pics lately. I feel like nothing has happened although we all know that is not true. This is the city that never sleeps and I too have caught the bug and am always switched on.
Between visitors (was lovely to have you visit Miss Melly), Halloween PICS HERE, concerts (Alanis rocks), nights out, dramas at work, nights in, thanksgiving, the flu, adopting a dog, getting ill over adopting a dog, talking myself into taking back the dog, talking myself out of taking back the dog, and now the holiday season (holiday lunches, dinners and even breakfasts) there has been little time to scratch.
Wow if there’s a city on this earth that knows how to celebrate Xmas by way of fairy lights – it is NYC. And yes even I am getting into the Xmas spirit (or rather “holiday” spirit – god forbid I offend anyone) if you can believe that. While it is unconfirmed I may or may not have been seen measuring my apartment to determine how big a tree I can fit in here.
My how we quickly change.
Between visitors (was lovely to have you visit Miss Melly), Halloween PICS HERE, concerts (Alanis rocks), nights out, dramas at work, nights in, thanksgiving, the flu, adopting a dog, getting ill over adopting a dog, talking myself into taking back the dog, talking myself out of taking back the dog, and now the holiday season (holiday lunches, dinners and even breakfasts) there has been little time to scratch.
Wow if there’s a city on this earth that knows how to celebrate Xmas by way of fairy lights – it is NYC. And yes even I am getting into the Xmas spirit (or rather “holiday” spirit – god forbid I offend anyone) if you can believe that. While it is unconfirmed I may or may not have been seen measuring my apartment to determine how big a tree I can fit in here.
My how we quickly change.
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