I needed the car today. That also meant that I needed music. Since my MP3 player is being a jerk (not that I had the proper cable anyway), I had to go rooting through my closet to get at my CDs. My CD collection isn’t very impressive but as I was flipping through it, I came across one of my Glee CDs. I have two. I wanted the other one but couldn’t find it, so I settled for the one I did have. Turns out the one I wanted was in my closet exactly where I was looking… go figure. I put on the CD and took off. I managed to pass on a busy highway (safely) AND! I managed to successfully back into a parking space without causing any damage. Thank you Glee. There is no limit to your powers. All of this to say, I’m actually missing Glee… WTF? I don’t typically miss TV shows. IT’S THE GLEE MAGIC! AHHHHHHH!
Anyway, aside from dealing with scary Glee vibes, I am currently playing host to a black lab. As predicted, things are not going all that well between the dog and my cat. Meeko is so anti social… we really do hang out too much. Reb on the other hand lives with half a farm’s worth of animals (three cats, two turtles, a hedgehog and another dog all of which are tended by four humans) so he’s very social. At this point, I think he’s finally gotten the message that Meeko really doesn’t want him around. During their first encounter Reb had Meeko essentially cornered. He was in a pouncing position while Meeko had his back up and was hissing. I did not enjoy having to physically get between them. Reb was kind of playfully jumping forward… the cat was ready to attack… Lauren in the middle… Why do these things happen when I’m alone?
This experience has allowed me to see that while I like dogs, I am completely a cat person. Reb is a good dog, he’s very friendly, he’s playful, he’s pretty well behaved and I realize this situation is probably pretty stressful for him, but GOD! Dogs are so needy! He keeps following me and looking up at me like “So… what are we gonna do?” or “I’m bored Lauren… let’s do something!” or “Can I play with Meeko?”. I answer the last question with “Go downstairs.” It’s like having a bored five year old who doesn’t have the capacity to express himself. AND HE’S MAKING ME FEEL BAD!
Oh great… he’s flopped over beside me and he’s looking all cute… it’s like he knows I was talking about him. Do dogs read minds?
Ummm why is he licking my pant leg?