Teddy had a big day yesterday – puppy day camp all day, then MWK picked him up and took him to his house. Then I came over and we watched way too many episodes of Rome and it was after midnight before we got home.
Teddy had a big day yesterday – puppy day camp all day, then MWK picked him up and took him to his house. Then I came over and we watched way too many episodes of Rome and it was after midnight before we got home.
Jeez, where did this day go? Busy, busy, busy. I didn’t even get to use the secret weapon of the self-employed/home office crowd: the thirty-minute afternoon power nap. (Seriously, when I hit my mid-afternoon lull, I go lie on the couch for no more than 30 minutes and I am back up to decent energy level. There should be cots in corporate offices for this purpose – people would be happier and more productive.)
So if I read a news story like this, and then think, “Wow, what a bunch of morons,” does that make me hostile to religion? Honestly, if somebody said they saw Elvis in a flame, everyone would laugh, but if you say it’s a dead Pope, suddenly it’s miraculous and it gets reported on the Vatican’s television service.
Have you ever gone to a pet store and seen the chew toys that are shaped like feet or shoes? I always think, “Why would you want a toy that teaches your dog that these are good things to chew on?” I imagine people buying the shoe ones and then being shocked when Rover decided to chew on real shoes. Well, duh.
I thought of that watching this video:
And then there’s this one, where the dog chews up a rubber iPhone case. Hope this person always remembers to put the phone in a drawer!
It seems kind of obvious, doesn’t it? Don’t reward a dog for doing something you don’t want him to do. He doesn’t know the difference between pretending for the camera and chewing up the iPhone when you leave it on the coffee table. Duh!
Here’s a growing peeve of mine, related to this: Teddy is super social and loves meeting people, and so he jumps up at them. I keep him on a short leash when he meets someone, tell him “no!” when he does that, and I ask people to ignore him until he settles down. (Jump up, nobody loves you, sit nicely, get attention and love – pretty simple.) It just amazes me, though, that when you’re somewhere like a vet waiting room people will basically reward him for jumping – and give me a dirty look when I ask them not to do that. It’s annoying. When he was tiny it was cute, but he’s already getting big enough that it shifts from “cute” to “annoying” (and for some people, “scary”).
On the other hand, he hasn’t completely lost the puppy habit of peeing when he meets someone – just out of excitement. It doesn’t always happen, but in those situations (there was one at the vet this weekend) I can hope he gives them a special wet reward!
Closely related: people who make no attempt to control their dogs in crowded situations. Especially at the vet – who knows what the other dogs have? Teddy was in there with an intestinal parasite a week ago, do you really want your dog trying to lick his butt?
I was definitely not a dog person for a long time – not quite anti dog, but close at times. Part of it was a really bad childhood experience – when I was about four, my sister and I were in the yard with our cat, and a big dog came running into the yard, went right for the cat, and snapped her neck in front of us. No surprise that I never took to dogs for a long time after that.
Later I realized that it was dog owners – like that dog’s owner, letting him go out and roam and kill our cat. And the assorted dog owners who think it’s cute when their dog jumps on you (they know he’s nice, why don’t you know that?), who don’t pick up the poo when they’re walking them (a big issue in DC, but I have found some loads on my front walk here too), and so on.
But, as time went on, I had a few friends in DC with really good dogs, and thought, “Well, okay, they can be nice.” And then of course along came MWK’s pups, who completely won me over. If I hadn’t gotten to know them Teddy wouldn’t be sitting here by my chair now.
But if anything, having Teddy makes me even less patient with bad dog owners. Yeah, it’s a lot of work. But it’s also not that complicated. The worst is when I see dogs with collars wandering the street – something way too common here in Houston. I’ve actually never seen so many dogs on the loose anywhere I’ve lived. Don’t these people care about their dogs? Do they want them to get lost of get hit by cars? It’s infuriating.
This is how MWK and I did our part to advance the homosexual agenda, undermine American society, and persecute people of faith this weekend: we had one of those wild gay Saturday nights. We made simple but delicious food and sprawled around his living room with all the dogs watching Rome on DVD. Oh, and we drank some scotch. You know us gay guys, always living the wild life.
It was a big day for Teddy; we were off to the vet first thing (where his poop was certified protozoan-free – yay!). At lunchtime it was over to MWK’s, and then he stayed there all afternoon while I went home to do some stuff. Whee! Hours and hours and hours of fun with the other dogs. They are really settled into getting along better with each other. There was a walk in there, too, which is fun for all three of them but extra super fun for Teddy because everything in the world is still so new to him.
He’s tired. When I opened his crate and said good morning a little while ago, he stood up, looked at me, yawned, and then curled back up and went to sleep. I can relate; I slept in till 8:15 this morning, which is astonishingly late for me.
The weather is absolutely beautiful this weekend. It’s warm but not summer-armpit-hot, sunny, cool at night, just absolutely perfect. Fall is here, and while fall meaning temperatures in the 80s is still a bit odd to me, it’s such a noticeable change and lovely change from summer.
This year I actually did something, kind of, for National Coming Out Day, which was yesterday. (Most years I think, “Who am I going to tell at this point?”)
I participated in a panel at Rice University last night about being out at work, at an event sponsored by their GLBTQ student group, Queers and Allies. (I think this group takes the place of their old group but I could be wrong). I had gotten an email about it from a friend who’s the advisor to the group, and I thought, “You know, when I was running the gay group at RPI, we would have loved to be able to have an event like that, but it was so hard to get things organized, and in the 80s people were a lot less willing to show up at events. I should do this.”
Now, while “out in the workplace” is perhaps a moot point for the self-employed, I do have enough of the corporate life on my resume to talk about it, so I think I added something to the mix. I was not the oldest person there (which I thought I would be) though I was the only non-Rice alum.
There was a decent crowd attending (20-30 people I think) and I thought the discussion was pretty good.
It was funny being on a college campus – my normal life almost never takes me to one. At some point I was looking around at all these kids running around the student center, and I did a little math in my head and realized that the year I was graduating from college, they were being born. Yikes! And then I thought of the handful of older folks I knew through the RPI gay group – a couple of semi-closeted faculty, a few alumni who still lived in the area – and realized how incredibly old they seemed to me at the time. They just existed in some alternate universe.
Now that’s me!
At one point when there were no questions from the audience, the panelist older than me asked, “What’s it like being gay here now?” He’d gone to Rice much earlier, and was curious. And several people said,”It’s pretty much a non-issue.”
When I think about how we had endless discussions about whether to public our meeting time and locations in the school paper, and the weird procedure for getting in touch with the group that was in place when I was a freshman – you had to call the campus counseling center so they could make sure you were for real, then you had to leave a number (even if it was a pay phone), and someone would call you at an appointed time and make plans to meet you in some public spot – all very cloak and dagger – I thought, Wow. The world has changed in a very good way.