my week
Things have been okay. I got my license reinstated. That was cool.
I had a box of checks made and after writing about a dozen of them, I realized that I'd typoed a digit on the account number. One actually hit my account, but most will be rejected. I have no idea what kind of financial hit I'll take on that idiot move. So I ate four hamburgers for lunch yesterday to make me feel better.
On the bright side, my girlfriend's Great Dane is starting to get a long with my Shih-Tzu. But you have to picture the combination. Imagine William "The Refrigerator" Perry trying to find a sport he can play with Verne "Mini-Me" Troyer without scaring the living shit out of Mini-Me.
I mean, Lola (my dog) can walk between The Dane's legs. Not squeeze between them--walk through, with about 18 inches to spare. She could actually walk through his legs without even realizing he was in the room.
He wants to play and so does she. Every time they both go for a squeaky-toy, he wins by her resignation.
So, the other night, The Dane was trying to induce Lola into a squeaky-toy tug-o-war. He kept picking up the toy and dropping it in front of her and giving her a completely heart-melting look that said "will you play with me?" Finally he nudged it over to her with his nose in a very Tramp-nudges-a-meatball-over-to-Lady way.
She tentatively pawed it.
He nudged it again.
She slowly approached it to pick it up with her mouth. As she made contact, The Dane leapt to grab the other end, nearly decapitating the Shih-Tzu in the process.
Lola, well.... screamed and darted clear across the room, startling The Dane in the process, and mayhem washed over us for a few moments.
Lola was shaking for the rest of the evening.
I was so proud of The Dane for trying so hard to play, but when it came to the moment of truth, he showed his true colors as a big, dumb (albeit, totally lovable) animal.
Maybe next time. I think we'll make them a nice, long, tug rope to try...
Things have been okay. I got my license reinstated. That was cool.
I had a box of checks made and after writing about a dozen of them, I realized that I'd typoed a digit on the account number. One actually hit my account, but most will be rejected. I have no idea what kind of financial hit I'll take on that idiot move. So I ate four hamburgers for lunch yesterday to make me feel better.
On the bright side, my girlfriend's Great Dane is starting to get a long with my Shih-Tzu. But you have to picture the combination. Imagine William "The Refrigerator" Perry trying to find a sport he can play with Verne "Mini-Me" Troyer without scaring the living shit out of Mini-Me.
I mean, Lola (my dog) can walk between The Dane's legs. Not squeeze between them--walk through, with about 18 inches to spare. She could actually walk through his legs without even realizing he was in the room.
He wants to play and so does she. Every time they both go for a squeaky-toy, he wins by her resignation.
So, the other night, The Dane was trying to induce Lola into a squeaky-toy tug-o-war. He kept picking up the toy and dropping it in front of her and giving her a completely heart-melting look that said "will you play with me?" Finally he nudged it over to her with his nose in a very Tramp-nudges-a-meatball-over-to-Lady way.
She tentatively pawed it.
He nudged it again.
She slowly approached it to pick it up with her mouth. As she made contact, The Dane leapt to grab the other end, nearly decapitating the Shih-Tzu in the process.
Lola, well.... screamed and darted clear across the room, startling The Dane in the process, and mayhem washed over us for a few moments.
Lola was shaking for the rest of the evening.
I was so proud of The Dane for trying so hard to play, but when it came to the moment of truth, he showed his true colors as a big, dumb (albeit, totally lovable) animal.
Maybe next time. I think we'll make them a nice, long, tug rope to try...