so as some of you might know, i adopted 2 dogs last week.
well, one of the dogs, daisy, had to go back to the shelter because she was too aggressive.
it’s sad, and i’m sure that she’ll do wonderfully with another family, but i couldn’t in good conscience have an aggressive dog hanging out at teany and being exposed to lots and lots of people.
so now my little family consists of henry and myself.
henry is kind of a wonder-dog, although i’m convinced that he’s already bored of/with me (me being kind of boring, after all. especially from a dogs perspective. i don’t even smell like meat).
right now he’s fixing my air conditioner, even though my air-conditioner is a make and model that he’s never seen before.
and earlier he helped me with the biblical translation that i was working on. it turns out that his knowledge of aramaic far surpasses mine. which is good.
actually he’s sniffing the pocket of my jacket where earlier i had been hiding a treat. a dog treat, that is. i don’t need to hide treats for myself in my jacket.
and henry has ‘cherry eye’ which is, apparently, not a dangerous or painful syndrome wherein a gland pops out from under the eye. but it looks pretty gross, to be honest with you.
and it has earned me the:
‘yo, what’s wrong with the dogs eye? ewww, that looks all fucked up.’ comment many times in the last 5 days.
i should go, cos i’ve been having some usb issues and henry is really good with network and communication issues.
good night,
moby
