The Little Jerk

So it's official. Mogley is now staying at home, free from the confines of his prison (cage). We decided one day about 2 weeks ago to give it a shot. Not because I suddenly felt trust that he wouldn't destroy the house, but because he was becoming WAY too big for the cage and I was trying to avoid spending $100+ dollars on a new one. One day I think he'll thank me for being such a cheapo. So far, he's doing really well.

Except I know there is a war going on while I'm gone, a war of the rawhides. Mogs loves bones, always has. Munch has never given them the time of day...he's much to sophisticated to sit around and chew some stupid bone, I mean there is a house to protect here people. Since the addition of Mogs to our house, Munch has decided that rawhides are the shit, and he doesn't want to go another day without them. Only he doesn't chew them. Nope. He takes more pride in sitting on them...stashing them away in his couch corner and parking his butt on top of them. While I wouldn't consider this normal behavior, I find it fitting for him. So here's the problem: I've been coming home to perfect rawhides, completely unchewed...which I know would be completely impossible had Mogley been given one second with one. So here is what I figure: the little jerk is hoarding them while we're gone...sitting on them so they can't be chewed which is bad for Mogley b/c that would give him something to do all day and bad for me because he just may decide to chew the legs off the coffee table instead. Quite the predicament.

Thank You Jesus

So today, after 2 horrible weeks of a leg rash that makes me want to scratch my skin off, I think I have an answer. I went to see a dermatologist which is exactly what I should have done in the first place. I know better than to trust the diagnosis of a family practice doctor, but I did it anyway. The creams, the sleeping pills, the antihistamines were not doing the trick and when the doctor suggested I come in for a blood test, I decided to go a different route. I feel like a blood test is something they do when they have absolutely no idea what is wrong with you.

So yesterday I called the dermatology office and begged for them to see me. She said she could get me in on the 16th of September and I assured her that by that time I would be a sleeping pill addicted alcoholic so hopefully they could just try and pencil me in. They did. Anyway, she said I have "foliculitis"...an infection of my hair folicles. I wanted to hug her but I resisted. An answer at last. I desperately need to get better. Give me pain anyday but this itching has got to go. I'm on a really strong antibiotic and a $40 foam so hopefully this will do the trick. Once it gets better, I'm making an appointment for laser hair removal on my legs b/c I just can't go through this crap again. EVER. So, DEAR GARRETT: PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT THIS PROCEDURE IS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY AND I MIGHT DIE IF I DON'T DO IT. WELL MAYBE NOT DIE, BUT WE WOULD HAVE TO START BUYING WINE BY THE BARREL IN ORDER FOR ME TO GET SOME SLEEP AT NIGHT...AND WE JUST DON'T HAVE ROOM FOR BARRELS IN OUR LITTLE HOUSE. LOVE - YOUR VERY DRAMATIC WIFE.

Olympic Withdraws

I am so sick of hearing about the upcoming election. In my opinion, it's a big joke and I think the candidates we have to choose from are an even bigger joke. I have no opinion on the whole matter, democrat vs. republican...it keeps me out of trouble. All I know is that our current president has done a piss poor job for 8 years...so bad that I don't think it matters who we pick, they will just not be able to repair what has been so badly broken. I think I'll just turn the tv off until November, its probably better for my brain anyway.


All this garbage on tv is really making me miss the Olympics. By Olympics, I mean Michael Phelps. I'm fairly certain I could spend an entire day watching his perfectly toned torso move ever so easily across the pool. His breaststroke was one of this year's greatest source of entertainment for me. Any dude who can pull off a speedo, and pull it off well, is a superhero in my book. A very very HOT superhero. I don't care about his big ears, I like them even... but I'm bias you could say...I have one very cute Frenchie with giant bat ears and I just can't seem to get enough of them. I think I took Mr. Phelps for granted, getting to watch him 1/2 naked every night right from my very own living room. I miss him. Come back.

Help

Mogley. He sure is cute, but my god, he's a mess. He's such a sweet guy and I know he means well, but sometimes, I just want to pack him a bag and send him on his way. I'm sure Munch would even part with a toy or two if it meant saying a permanent GOODBYE to the Doodle.

Lets start with his face. Immediately after going in the backyard (which is nothing but dirt now thanks to Garrett), he buries his face in the dirt. His cute little goatee is not so cute anymore when its dripping with mud. Lovely. Once he gets a dirty face, he comes in the house, submerges his face in his water bowl and manages to drip the dirty water over every square inch of our house. I get pissed that I have to clean up his mess AGAIN and Munch gets pissed b/c his water has massive amounts of dirt in it. I don't blame him.

Mogley is a walking broom. I know its not his fault, but he picks up everything in his fur...sticks, grass, leaves, TREE SAP and anything else he can get himself into. Due to his being enormous, I just don't see it all and I'm always wondering how the 6 inch stick made it into the house and god help me if I have to pick up another leaf.

Ahhh and my personal favorite are his stomach problems. He is a puppy and puppies generally eat everything they come into contact with, food or not. Mogs is no exception. I mean, you would think he'd learn after many a syringe full of Pepto, but no sir. If he's not pooing every hour, he's puking. I got out of bed just this morning to a giant, puking doodle. I really can't think of anything worse.

Anyway, I suppose he can stay, but I hope he becomes a lot less messy in the coming months. I'm pretty sure Munch would like to push him into oncoming traffic so he needs all the support he can get.

Sharing the Love

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Will he ever learn to Love?

Some friends of ours had a 1 and 1/2 year old puppy that recently died. How sad. I guess he got pneumonia and just couldn't shake it. Poor little guy. Anyway, I heard their older dog is having a really tough time, feeling lonely and depressed and it got me thinking, would Munch feel that way if that had happened to Mogs?

The following conversation pretty much sums it up:

Me: Do you think Munch would be sad if Mogley just never came home?

Garrett: Are you kidding?

Me: No, seriously?

Garrett: If by sad, you mean, break dance in the living room, pop open a bottle of cheap champagne and send out invitations to the biggest and baddest party of the year...then yes, I think he would be heartbroken.

I think this is the truth. The sad, sad truth.

Labor Day, Literally

Random Updates:

Yesterday, I had a pathetic realization...we have 2 Mondays off a year, Memorial Day and Labor Day. 2 MONDAYS. That's it. And in Utah, it rains approximately 2 days a year. That's it. And do you know what else? This year it has rained both of those days...and I think only those days. Talk about bad luck. In Texas, you are used to these instances and can usually make the best of a rainy day since there are so many of them. In Utah, I feel like we just sit inside wishing it weren't raining...wishing there was something productive we could do. Another holiday down the drain.

Before the rain started, Garrett and I were able to get some work done in the yard. You wouldn't know it by looking at it, but we did. The soreness in my arms and shoulders tell me so. My upper body was not made to swing a pick axe, sorry Garrett. We did manage to get a lot accomplished. We got all the old sprinkler pipes dug out, cleared the yard of all the massive roots, which by the way, totally sucked. Next step: Rent a trencher to trench the lines for the new sprinklers. Oh boy, fun times ahead.

What else? Oh I have a rash. Isn't that lovely. I first developed a leg rash in Ireland, who knows what from. Just as it was starting to go away, I got stung by a wasp/bee like 5 times in 2 places. A couple days later, a rash broke out on my face. MY FACE!! I freaked out and immediately went to the worthless doctor who had absolutely no idea what was wrong with me. Well the next day my face was getting slightly better and the rash was now on my legs (this was this past Friday). Well I went back to the doctor and this guy said I had a bad case of hives, probably due to the stings. My face is cleared up but the rash on my legs is still there. I'm really annoyed at this point and just want it to go away. I can handle pain, no problem but itching blows. Thank god for sleeping pills...I guess the doctor is good for something.

Garrett's uncle died. Its his dad's brother-in-law. Garrett really doesn't know him but the funeral is in Salt Lake this Saturday and Garrett's dad is coming so we're going to support him. I really dislike funerals but I really love my husband and my Dad2, so I'm going. Aren't I all grown up and stuff?

My Mom had her 2nd round of Chemo yesterday. So far so good. She hasn't had any major symptoms yet, so it could be worse I suppose. I think she's going to do great. Not because of some godly miracle, but because she has a positive attitude and wants to get this over with. I'm very proud of her. Go Mom!

Garrett and I are slowly gearing up for ski season. Slowly because my wallet can only take so much. We're both sorta over biking and ready for the snow. I guess its a good thing we live in Utah and not Texas. Sometimes I feel like I would like to move back to Texas, other times I'm really glad I live in Utah, its really a beautiful, fun place...you just have to make the best of certain things.

I guess that's it. Wish I had more exciting stuff. I'll leave you with a picture of my adorable Munchie. His cuteness is exhausting. Really, I think I'll never get over it.