How Much Is That Doggie In The Window?

I HAVE A PUPPY!!!!!!
Ok so I'm such a little kid sometimes but it makes me happy. I have a puppy he was abandoned and found by one of the parents I work with and she asked someone to take care of him until she could find the owners and I agreed. I named him Ymca (pronounced Yah*mmm*Kah) because that’s how he came to me (that is not the weirdest name I have had for a pet I have had The Dread Pirate Roberts(fish), Wallie(Doberman), Yoda(cat), Iffy(cat), Foofer(cat), Peaches(cat), Lover(Pit Bull), Meow(Pitt Bull), Loki(mutt), Cabbit (cat), Tyrannosaurus Rex aka Killer (miniature Schnauzer), Yum Yum (pig), Munchies (cow), Sparkie (hamster) and probably some I am forgetting since only four of these were actually my pets (DPR, Yoda, Iffy, and Foofer) and the rest were (or are) either my siblings or strays I insisted on befriending, but I'm the official pet namer of my family for some reason) I have decided not to give him back even if they find the owner though, he is showing definite signs of abuse, behaviorally, and I discovered he had a broken rib when I was giving him a bath. He is afraid of men, which makes me think that it is a man who did it and I must say if I find the fucker I might just give him a kick in the ribs and smack him around a little to see how he likes it. I cant imagine anyone wanting to abuse animals or children, especially such a cute puppy like him, hes about three months old judging by size and teeth, and hes a cute little Brindle, I generally don’t like Brindles I prefer brown and white Red Noses, but hes adorable. I made the mistake of letting him sleep in my bed, and he insists on sleeping on top of me or between me and Supes. He refuses to leave my side, except to play with Lover. This is all fine and adorable now, but wont be when he is 150 lbs of pure muscle. I am relieved that he is paper trained and although you can tell he is teething (he started chewing on a potato at my mothers house cause I didn’t have his chew toys with me) he seems to know what to chew (balls chew toys potatoes) and what not to (books, art supplies, shoes)

Ok enough gushing about my puppy. I have been having a lot of strange dreams lately. The one about me and Lindsey at my cousins wedding, fighting over a dress, the one where supes was a homicidal maniac, the one where I was a goddess and Johnny Depp and Batman (it wasn’t one of the actors but if it was it would be more Val Kilmer and definitely not George Clooney) were my love slaves (though I must say that one was nice), but the one I had last night took the cake. I dreamt I had a kid. I dreamt of giving birth, it was the strangest and most painful dream I have had. I'm told that your not supposed to feel your dreams but I do its weird they feel very real (though I'm not sure what birth feels like) and it works both ways with pleasure and pain I can have dreams where I have an orgasm, and I can have dreams where I seriously injure myself, either way I wake up feeling it. Any way needless to say it was painful and scary and weird. My mother and my auntie Geri were yelling at me cause I was holding the baby wrong (my auntie Geri is the last person I would allow in the delivery room… maybe not last but certainly close), Supes was afraid to touch the child cause he was afraid of breaking it, and the baby had curly dark hair which isn’t weird but it also had these beautiful blue eyes, which is almost impossible unless it had my great grandpa’s eyes or was the mailman’s kid. It was very strange and if my Aunt Flo hadn’t been in town to confirm that it cannot be true, I would be seriously freaking right now… lets face it I am freaking any way and I know its impossible.

This is very strange I am surrounded by three rather large snoring dogs right now.

I am so happy I have the day off tomorrow. Two days off all to myself I don’t know what to do with myself. I'm not sure how I feel about Supes’ new schedule he gets home late and works Sunday- Thursday… I'm used to getting stuff done on Fridays I have a routine, and he sort of cramps my style… but its nice to have someone with me. But this whole day to myself on Sunday has me confused, I have done the strangest things today I baked cookies, I took the dog for a long walk, made stew, contemplated how to make a pyramid shaped cake for Larry’s birthday, wrote a rather good short story, got all my laundry done… I feel like Betty Fuckin’ Crocker. I need to get my easel out of storage so I can start painting on a bigger scale, I don’t do this bored housewife thing well. But I know the second I get things out of storage and get settled again they’re gonna sell the house and I will be moving. I think I'm just gonna make supes get an apartment next month, whether he wants to move or not… because I feel the need to settle. I need my own place where I can keep all of my stuff that I love where I can hang up whatever I want in my living room. I want a house but I want school too… right now in the choice between tuition and mortgage I choose tuition because I can and its what I want… that and I like apartments… I'm strange I know, everyone is supposed to like houses… and I do want my own house eventually… but I like having an apartment, maybe I will always keep one as a studio or a quiet place or whatever depending on what it is I decide to do.