So..

So...Dewey’s fur was turning into dreadlocks. There is no way on Earth he’d allow a professional grooming session.   Over the past day I’ve been gradually clipping him as he lounges.  He’s now figured it out and seems...emasculated.

Should have named him Sampson.

So...

So, when we host other dogs I feed Dewey and Abby in our bedroom and the other dog(s) near the kitchen.

It averts issues.

It’s not unusual to hear Dewey in the bedroom barking at Abby telling her to steer clear of his bowl.

This afternoon I hear the usual barking, but then realize Abby is crashed on the couch along with Yocco.

Dewey is all alone in the bedroom...apparently using his imagination to pursue his dreams of being a badass.

#greatmydogisnuts

So...

So, I’m going to the dog park, where I used to be a daily regular, more often.  I’ve been somewhat amazed by the number of folks in the afternoon who seem to look at their phones and not their dogs...as the dogs are crapping.

A guy came in today with a big dog who took a corresponding dump.  The guy was looking at his phone.

I sorta yelled, “Dude!” and pointed.  He looked at me and said, “I’m aware.”   He then picked up after his dog.

As I was leaving, I stopped and said, “Sorry, didn’t mean to be an a-hole.”

He said, “Seriously?  I was just glad you noticed.  You see all these a-holes on their phones?”

Perspective.

So...

So, we switched over to cable (Spectrum) because DirecTV was sort of screwing us.  Got the first bill from Spectrum which included an “installation fee” I wasn’t told about.  I berated some poor customer service rep on the phone...we agreed to disagree.  Yeah, I’m paying the fee.

Oddly, I had to get another cable box for our new tenant, so I went to the Spectrum office to pick it up.  The guy in front of me was absolutely blasting the rep with whom he was dealing. It was really ugly.

He moved over to “discuss” his issues with a manager and I strolled up to the emotionally bruised rep.

I thought, “How many a-holes like me do these folks deal with hourly?”

I tried to be really nice and assure the guy that his day would get better.  He looked at the wall clock and said, “Thanks sir, but it’s 10 a.m.”

They should get combat pay.

So...

So, a few weeks ago I was playing chess online and there was an ad for an E-bike that looked really cool and was very cheap (600 bucks less than normal).

Thinking it was a good deal, I decided to roll the dice.

It was really hard to confirm the order after a week or so.

I thought, “This must be a scam.”

I attempted to cancel, but the website wouldn’t let me in.  I cancelled through our credit card.

I’ve been refunded already.

The other day I started getting delivery updates.  I thought, “Well, if it shows up, I’ll make it right with the credit card.”

Today, I received the “item.”

It wasn’t an E-bike.

It was this bizarre pair of jeans - labeled as “Baby sliding toy.”

They barely fit Amy, who is about 150 pounds smaller than me.

They have slits down the legs and this strange creeping black mold web decoration attached.

The button hole is actually not a hole.

And, ya know, it’s not a bicycle.

I’m taking this as a sign that I should continue to walk rather than ride in the New Year...or maybe I’ll take up “baby sliding,” although I’m afraid to google that phrase.

So...

So, I’m thinking about writing.
We’ll see