My Idiot Dog

I started doing blogs on Facebook and quickly realized that the better place to keep track of my posts would be in this forum. Consequently, I'm going to post all of the old Facebook posts here. The following was posted on November 19, 2009:

So, is this a blog or just a one or two sentence thing? I am going to go for something in the middle. If you don't want to read this, that's OK. But, why not use the power of the world wide web to pontificate?

So, today I found out that I am going to be traveling for a bit. Kind of sad because I will miss my family,... but grateful for a good project to work on and really good co-workers. Travel is the nature of my job. I have to admit, it's tough to be away from the family and activities going on. But at the same time, I really love what I do . .

To help ease the burden of the travel, we went and got a web cam today. Now Katie, the kids and I can talk live and see each other while we are apart!! That is truly awesome. I do think, however, that the littlest children will hog the camera when we talk.

In case you don't know, we have a Boxer, Dewey (that's him with my son, Josh). He's an idiot. I love him, but he's a real idiot. We left him outside on a lead today--by the time we got back, he had dug a nice hole in the yard. I guess I'm grateful for the sprawling nature of grass and that it should fill in the hole by the time I'm 90 (should be good as new, in fact).

Then, as I was out putting up a tether ball pole for the girls (please refer to family picture for a visual of the girls), I got an urgent call and ended up leaving Dewey outside without being attached to anything or fenced into the yard. Needless to say, he was gone as soon as I left. The neighbors around us truly have a lot of patience because they have had ample opportunities to call the pound on our idiot, lovable dog, yet they haven't. Yay for us (there are some days that I wish they would, though). Anyway, back to the story.

Dewey has a BFF boxer in the neighborhood, owned by one of my "facebook friends," Ashley Tanner. The boxer's name is Rosie. Rosie is actually the dog who inspired me to get a boxer after I begged, pleaded, and lied by telling Katie that I would be responsible for feeding, bathing, and cleaning up after the dog. I had good intentions of actually doing all of those tasks when we got him, but travel and a sincere lack of desire has prevented me from taking responsibility for my own dog. Katie is a much better person than I am!

To make a super long story even longer, I found Dewey at his favorite stomping grounds, Rosie's house, playing like an idiot! As soon as he saw me, though, his ears perked up and he was on his way home. At that point, I was sure he wasn't as big of an idiot as I had thought. Then I came home and he had pooped on the floor.

That's it for tonight. Hope you enjoy your Friday!