Monday, February 13, 2012

Teddy meets a pony

Teddy saw the jogging pony on the Panhandle Trail tonight. This was supremely bad timing, as Teddy was having a "OMG SNOW YAY I MUST EAT IT AND THEN RUN" moment and we were trying to get him back to the car without anyone breaking an ankle.

The MWP and I both groaned when we saw the pony coming because Teddy was already overstimulated without adding a farm animal to the mix. What was funny, though, is that Teddy seemed to think that the pony was actually another large dog and the pony thought that Teddy was another pony. And lo, there was much confusion.

We talked to the pony's owner briefly while trying to keep Teddy from lurching down the trail like a drunken sprinter and then we left with our respective uncooperative animals. No ankles were broken over the course of the walk.

Wednesday, February 01, 2012


I really didn't mean to leave that bummer of a post up there for a month. We came home from Florida, readjusted to...not being in Florida, and then yadda yadda blah blah.

So what have I been up to?

  • Florida! I have to tell you, all those senior citizens who stay in Florida for the winter really have it figured out and it is my sincere wish to be able to do the same when we are old and eating cat food because we have no retirement savings.
  • I saw manatees! (they hang out here)

  • I saw giant birds! Poor MWP, he had to listen to me exclaim "That was the biggest bird I've ever seen!" for the rest of the day. I must be a lot of fun to hang out with.
Sandhill cranes

  • Thankfully, we did not see any large alligators (The MWP saw a small one at the park where he was working).

  •  The day before we drove home, it was 80 degrees. When we arrived home 2 days later, it was 12 degrees and snowing. Welcome home! Sorry about the snow up your pant legs!
  • Most of this winter has been absurdly mild and I, for one, love it. It has been raining quite a bit, but you don't have to shovel that, so I am fine with it.
  • I knit some things. Several things. I do not have pictures of these things (yet).
  • Our neighbors moved. They took their dog with them. I am very sad about this (more sad about the dog than the people). They left very suddenly and didn't tell anyone they were going. Apparently, they moved into a family home that was empty that is closer to their parents so that their parents can help with childcare. Rumor has it that baby #3 is on the way, but they left so suddenly that for all I know, they could be in the Witness Protection Program (another one of our neighbors thought that too, which is funny and makes me think maybe I am not a lunatic for wondering that after all).
  • I miss that dog very much. Poor Teddy, he lost his BFF.
  • I am out of things to talk about. See? I could totally update this once a month.

    Saturday, December 31, 2011

    Is there any better place to lose your dog than 1000 miles from home?

    The MWP, Teddy and I have been in Florida since Tuesday. The MWP is here to support an event for work and Teddy and I tagged along for fun. Whenever The MWP's role in the event is done, he can do whatever he wants. Yesterday, he had to work quite a bit, so Teddy and I were cooped up in the hotel for most of the day.

    We decided to drive west and see the Gulf of Mexico and walk Teddy while we were there. We all piled into the car and drove, but the first beach we found closed at sunset. Undeterred, we drove further south and ended up here, which was also closed (by this time, it was 7:30 PM and the sun was long gone), but there was still some beach access along a causeway that led to the park. We unloaded Teddy, who started sniffing the air and getting excited as soon as we opened the car door.

    Remember how I've called Teddy our 110-pound toddler? Just like a toddler, he can get overstimulated and melt down. We only walked for 20 minutes and the joy of the salty air, sand and all the smells was suddenly too much for him. He started running around in circles, whipped his head around suddenly and his collar flew off. Then he spun around and was gone, sprinting down the sidewalk.

    There is a reason that a Great Pyrenees should never, ever be off a leash when they aren't in a fenced yard.  A Great Pyrenees has a priority list and what you want him to do is not necessarily on that list. If Teddy doesn't want to come, I could be waving a steak and he wouldn't come. So we sprinted down the sidewalk after him, calling and calling and watching him pull further and further away from us. Dude is FAST and he was drunk on freedom.

    I remember thinking "I can't lose another dog so soon" but as soon as it started, it was done. Teddy doubled back to greet another dog and we were able to grab him and get his collar back on. (I would have tackled him if I had to, but it didn't come to that.) We went immediately to the nearest open pet store and about a harness, just to keep him more secure until we can put another hole in his collar. Teddy's neck must be an odd size because the next smallest collar is too small.

    Teddy was so wiped out from his 2-minute adventure that he fell asleep as soon as he got in  the car. I was so hysterical that he wouldn't come near me for the rest of the night and of course, I wasn't wearing sneakers when we chased him, so the foot that has the heel spur in it is screaming at me and I can hardly put any pressure on it.

    I can't stop imagining how very, very bad it could have ended (I am a worst-case scenario person who is prone to obsessing) but everything is fine. I hope that the rest of our stay here is much less exciting!

    Saturday, December 24, 2011

    Just in time...

    Last week, I finished knitting my sister's Christmas present. I was cutting it closer than I liked on time and much closer than I liked with yarn. I finished with two feet of yarn to spare. That was really, really close.


    Pattern: Melia from Little Red in the City
    Yarn: Berroco Comfort in Delft Blue

    I never did hit gauge but was able to knit the next smaller size to compensate. If it fits me, it will fit my sister. Plus, she likes things baggy.

    Did I mention that I'm happy to be done?


    Maniacally happy to be done?Yes? Ok, then.


    Monday, December 19, 2011

    A Tale of Two Trees

    It became obvious soon after we adopted Teddy that a full-sized Christmas tree was not going to be possible this year. Our house is small and Teddy is large. Small living room + large, galloping dog who likes to taste everything + Christmas tree = bad, bad things.

    Sous chef
    "Madam, I am offended by your insinuations."
    I didn't think we would be able to find a tiny live tree, plus we will be away for a bit, so we decided to get a small tree. I found a package of two small, pre-lit trees at Target. Naturally, I got them all set up and discovered that one wouldn't light, but there were no more small trees left in the stores, so rather than return them and get nothing, I plopped the unlit one on the kitchen table. Festive!

    I feel like we have the Goofus and Gallant of Christmas trees. 

    Christmas Tree #2
    Goofus refuses to light and has to be banished to the kitchen.

    Christmas Tree #1
    Gallant twinkles merrily with holiday joy.

     Of course, last weekend, I saw cute little tabletop Christmas trees. And then I slapped myself in the forehead. Maybe next year. In fact, maybe next year, I'll set up three trees.

    I am really phoning Christmas in this year. I really cut back on the decorating and decided to ditch holiday cards altogether. Strangely, people have been horrified by this, by the fact that I don't have time or ambition to spend a lot of money mailing cards that will either end up in a landfill or recycled. Every year, I have sent them out and every year, I sit down and feel like I should write something inside. By the time I'm done, it is all I can do to not sign it "Well, here's your card."

    Plus, my address book was in my computer that went kaput, so rounding up everyone's address again is a task that I am not up to for now. Perhaps I will feel more festive next year.

    Friday, December 16, 2011

    The consolation prize

    We gave Teddy a bath last week and as his consolation prize, we bought him a bag of organic pumpkin dog cookies. I didn't realize until we got home that they were shaped like teddy bears.


    I feel like we bought him Teddy Grahams for dogs.

    Monday, December 05, 2011

    Let the record show...

    ...that today, December 5th, is the day that I finally snapped to my senses and dumped the rest of my holiday knitting.

    Oh sure, it started off simply enough. A sweater for my sister! I started in October, so as to finish with plenty of time (This, by the way, is still on track and I am not woried about finishing, although I am really, really ready to be done. Really.)

    Then I thought to myself, "Self! You should knit toys for the nieces for Christmas!" Then it was "Self! I bet your SIL would love a shawl for Christmas!" (and I really think that she would.) Finally, the pinnacle of insanity: "Hey, self, why don't you knit your BIL a hat for Christmas? He would probably wear it, he lives in New England." (Did I mention this is the BIL who barely speaks to me and last year, at Thanksgiving, talked to everyone but me?)

    And so, the list has been ruthlessly trimmed. Knitting toys was dumped on Cyber Monday, when I found a really great deal on Crayola toys. Knitting for my BIL was dumped whenever I remembered that he treats me like a second-class citizen. My SIL will get some lovely yarn and an equally lovely pattern.

    What finally made me regain my sanity? These simple words: 19 knitting days left until Christmas! *gulp*