I’ve got nothing to blog about. If I put one more Barack Hussein Obama post on here the blog just might implode with the weight of too much “hope and change” in one place, so that’s out for the moment. (Just for the moment though - I love poking fun at a guy I’m not supposed to poke fun at. He needs to be deflated, especially if he’s going to be president.)
I should probably talk about Hillary more often since she isn’t out of the race yet, and if she can hold on a couple of more months she might just pierce that bubble of invincibility surrounding the guy anyway.
Then I might be able to bitch about the woman I had figured I would be bitching about all this year after all.
Other than that? Nothing. The weekend was boring mostly. Loving wife and I went out to dinner by ourselves which was a nice change, but not exceptional because I picked an unexceptional restaurant. Next time I need to give it more thought than “Hey, it’s close, I like their pizza and you can get something you like, too.”
That’s not a good way to pick a romantic restaurant. I’ll do better next time.
We took Lucy, our now four month old Beagle, to her puppy training class again Sunday. She was in another class later in the afternoon, but the other dogs dropped out so while she was getting great individual training, she wasn’t being socialized like the “dog whisperer” wanted. So we moved to an earlier class and she was in there with three other dogs. One Poodle named Coriander (who the hell names their dog Coriander?) and a really nice mutt named Sophie. They did well together, but I think the whisperer underestimated the level of “Beagleness” in Lucy, who was all over the place.
Lucy is the smartest dog in the class of course, but I did wish she was a little more subdued like Sophie.
The Poodle was just too foo-foo for her own good, as were her owners. The woman painted the dog’s nails. Can you fricken believe that? And her husband was just as bad. I think he even had a man-bag.
Shudder.
Anyway, I have never been an animal person really, but I have begun to enjoy these trips to her classes, which are at Petsmart. The people are friendly and there are always tons of dogs walking the isles with their owners. I like seeing all the different types of dogs - and owners - and Lucy gets such a kick out of sniffing so many butts there.
This trip wasn’t as pleasant though for two reasons. One, the store seemed dirtier than usual. Tons of dogs means the occasional accident, which is always cleaned up quickly, but for some reason neither their owners nor the staff seemed very concerned about cleaning things up on this day. The result was a smelly store and having to watch where you stepped as you shopped.
The second reason was some horror of a young woman brought in a gigantic Saint Bernard who evidently had not been washed in years. He stunk horribly and looked matted and unwashed. And the woman, who was also dragging along two toddlers, a baby, and a Saint Bernard puppy, didn’t seem to mind the smell at all. She just toured the store, the big dog trying to get close to everyone to be petted, barely being held back by a chain, while everyone tried to avoid the poor thing because of the smell.
It was sad and pathetic and it pissed me off. The strange thing to me anyway was it didn’t seem to piss of anyone else. Not even the staff, who I figured would have given some advice to the woman on pet care.
Anyway, we did our class and as we were leaving the woman drug her stinky dog, kids and puppy to her nice and brand new SUV and shoved them in it.
I still can’t imagine how that car must smell. Or their house.
Barf.
BTW, if you’re a conservative and live in Ohio or Texas go out and vote for Hillary in the Dem primary today. It’s mischievous and fun.
