It's the Berries...

This is what I came home to.

She likes to sneak off behind the house when no one is looking. Through the gate, down the hill, into the wild blackberries that grow there. Then she can just graze to her little dog heart's content. Then she comes back COVERED in stickle-burrs, with that "What?" expression on her face!! It has to be the berries, because she wouldn't get off the couch unless food is involved. Seriously. This morning I left for work and said "Goodbye! I'm leaving!"

No reaction. 

"Seriously! I'm going now!" 

Nothing.

"I'm off to make money to keep you in dog treats!" 

Not even a twitch. 

So I walked over to her, (and checked to see if she was still breathing) and ruffled her fur and kissed her sweet doggie head and inhaled her warm puppy smell and smoothed her soft little belly and told her to have a good day, and that her Mama loves her. 

Nothing. Couldn't be bothered to lift her head! What a brat. But let me shake the treat jar, and it would be all loving concern!

 I had a conversation with a man at work a long time ago who is also a dog nut. We talked about how dogs teach you unconditional love, and I said, Wuhl YEAH! But not on HER part! She couldn't care less who feeds her or takes care of her, as long as she gets fed on time. If someone parks on our street and makes the mistake of leaving their car door open, she will happily jump in and investigate all their belongings. If they have so much as a stick of gum; she lives with them now. All the unconditional love comes from MY side of the relationship! She can growl and snarl and bite and kick and I still love her. The most disgusting things can come out of every orifice, and I will happily clean it up, and try not to embarrass her in the process. She can lay there on the couch and not even acknowledge my existence, and I still love her with all my heart. 

On another note, have you been watching Project Runway? Well you should, you really should. I have little paper dolls of all the competitors, and when they get eliminated I do something horrible to them! I really do love that show!! 

TTFN,

Janice 

Johan Gutenberg ain't got nuttin on ME!

Hey! What's that thing?

Doesn't this girl know how to rotate her pictures?

That's pretty cool though, I must say...

What's that you ask? Why, that's a printer's box! It's a drawer that printers used to keep their letter blocks in. Block letters? You know, the little cubes that each had an individual letter carved into them so that they could spell out whatever they wanted. Not that I'll be keeping it next to my basement printing press, I just think it's cool. I see it ending up as an art project, sort of a wooden quilt, with little two inch blocks. Although, I have to say, in the night I dreamed of it being a Christmas decoration. Can't you just see it painted up with a tiny little Christmas vignette in each box? Finally, a use for those miniature ornaments that are so adorable, but that get lost on the tree. I can already tell that we're going to be fast friends, and that it's going to be many different things over the course of our life together. It called my name in an antique store this weekend. (And by the way, every time I spell the word 'antique' I hear Bugs Bunny in my head pronouncing it 'anti-que'. Just so you know.) And I couldn't leave him behind. He had a friend too, with different size rectangles, but the symmetry of this lil' guy with his perfect squares appealed to me. That, and he called my name louder than the other, and said that I was looking good, and did I do something with my hair? and hey, baby, how'dja like to take me home with you? Well how could I resist? I bet you couldn't either. He's fabulous.