i guess you can't comment. oh well.

anyway. i hate how people are trying to be nice by wishing me a good weekend.
yeah. i don't get those. i've been getting one day a week, usually. shit always comes up on that day, but whatever. it's all good.
i've been getting up early. becuase of work, but also because of chance the chow.

i gotta tell you about that dog. its gotten a bad wrap cuz everytime anyone sees it, it tries to tear your head off. but now that i've been hanging out with him for a couple days, he's gotten to like me. he'll bark at the door until he sees its me, then he shuts the hell up. very cool. i've never seen that dog quiet until recently.
yesterday i got out his leash. he hopped around like a playful puppy. the first i've seen of a personality in the dog.
today i stopped by and noticed his big fluffy ball-on-a-rope toy had moved. so i picked it up and played with him for a while. there's not much room in that living room, but he was tearing it up. running between chair and couch then fireplace and stairs, then fireplace and couch. a continual 3-point pattern. now i can see why chris keeps him around. he's not just a mean ball of fuzz.
he prods you to smack his ass (something he actually feels through all that fur.
he delicately takes food from your hand (sorry if that's not supposed to happen, chris), and he beats against the upstairs window when he sees other dogs walking up the trail to juanita.
this purple-tongued puff has a collar that's the size of a basketball hoop. he barely fits into it. thought i'd throw that out. i lost my flow.
alls i gots to say is: that dog's cool.
although i am scared to see how he reacts if i get him out of the house and into the presence of other people he should know.