ehowton | Pugs

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Daisy was ill. Again. Yes, its been a month of vet bills. Whilst at the vet, my wife saw a noticed advertising a pug which had given birth to a litter of mixed-breed pups, and they were giving them away for free.

My wife used to have dogs. Until she met me. We have cats. I love cats. I dislike dogs. Either way, over the years, she's tried unsuccessfully to bring dogs into our environment. For one reason or another (and always after we've dumped a ton of cash into the animal), we've not kept any of them. This is a proven, repeatable track record.

That's why these pug pups make me nervous.

I agreed to see them with her. She warned me ahead of time that they don't look exactly like pugs since only the mother was a pug. "What was the father?" I asked.
"They think he was a German Sheppard."
"WTF???"

We visit with the little guys. I'm done two minutes after we arrive. I've seen all I need t see. Nearly an hour later, we leave. I wait for her to bring it up. "They don't look anything like pugs do they?" She asks.
"No. They don't."

We ended up with the mother, and one mutt offspring.

She wants to secure an area outside for them, but our wood fence is a good 4-inches off the ground, allowing easy access to the other side. She buys a couple of 5-foot rolls of chicken-wire and some posts. By the time I get out to install it, I realize this is going to be a much bigger job. 120-feet of fence is exposed and requires work.

Options: We look at other ways to secure the chicken wire, cutting it in half and securing it, white lattice 2x8 I could cut the panels into 1-foot pieces but we don't have a truck and it would stick up too much and be unsightly...plus everything I could think of was going to coast around $200 to implement. Then...it struck me. I needed an air compressor to work this one, but it would be the easiest, and the least expensive (outside of the cost of the air compressor, which I would get to keep regardless the outcome of these new dogs). I bought 100-feet of black, plastic landscape edging, ran it around the circumference of the fence, and attached it with my brad nailer! The entire project took under an hour. BAM!

Unfortunately, lifting the air compressor, while bent over and twisting to fire the gun, caused an audible "SNAP" in my back. The doctor told me that mean that I had actually ripped those muscles. Yeah, its painful. I suppose that explains the burning sensation in my lower back as well. I spent my first two days in bed, hopped on Vicodin. My boss suggested that I work from home if I couldn't make it in. She rox0rs. Unfortunately, this has been my most painful day (my wife blames it on too much time in bed). Still, I'm trying to get enough accomplished today that it shows.

And since I'm not really what you'd call a "Manual Labor" type of guy, my wife blames herself.

So yeah, this pretty much sucks.

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I'd say holler if you need anything but I forget you're no longer right around the corner. :)

Take it easy!

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end;
Yet days go by, and weeks rush on,
And before I know it a year is gone,

And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell
And he rang mine. We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men:
Tired with playing a foolish game,
Tired with trying to make a name.

"Tomorrow," I say, "I will call on Jim,
Just to show I am thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes - and tomorrow goes,
And the distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner! - yet miles away . .
"Here's the telegram, Sir. . .
'Jim died today'."
And that's what we get, and deserve in the end:
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

This is why I always express my feelings.

Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Life is to short and fleeting not to!

And therein lies your strength.

And my weakness.

you can not afford to show weakness before doing battle with the bamboo. ;-)

After you have won it will be ok though...

I'm fighting a losing battle...it's taken me awhile to realize it though. Guess I'm a little slow.

Your not slow, just an optimist... Not to worry it will pass.

Optimism has turned to pessimism finally!

I do hope you only mean this regarding the bamboo. :-)

One can only hope! :)

Couldn't the same thing be said about all of us?

No I don't believe it can, sir!

I don't believe that you are the only one who's strength is also her weakness.

There are others.

And not just those who give in to the passion of their emotions, either.

Those of us who are more...stoic well, we suffer similarly.

I believe your questions was:
Couldn't the same thing be said about all of us?

Excuse me if I implied that I was the ONLY one. I do believe there are a lot of others.
I only meant to disagree with you that it could be said for everyone.

Please accept my apology as it appears I have offended you.

Offend me? No ma'am. But I would love it if you expounded on your theory. I'm curious who you think doesn't suffer from their strength being their weakness as well. Is a puzzlement!

There are those that are so egotistical that they do not recognize anything but their strength and refuse to believe that they have any weaknesses. "She-Devil" is a perfect example of that type of person.

On the other side of the coin, there are those that have absolutely no self-confidence who believe that they have no strengths only weaknesses. Example: People that stay in abusive relationships because they think it's what they deserve.

I hope this expounds enough on what I meant!

Crystal! Thank you!

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galinda822.livejournal.com - 2007-10-11 17:44 (UTC) - Expand

This passage reminded me of these pictures from 93 and 06 respectively.

Thanks for not vanishing my friend.

Also thanks for switching to tiny glasses.

The pleasure was all mine.

I remember this poem well.

First let me say...

You are always on my mind, my friend...

I probably say hello to you more than many others that I know. It is a comforting thing, a gladsome thing just to do so.

Unfortunately, lifting the air compressor, while bent over and twisting to fire the gun, caused an audible "SNAP" in my back.

As for this situation - let me use the word empathize with utter and complete recognition... and compassion.

And now - you can truly say the same to me.

Because I have to take medication on a daily basis, I have become estranged from my uncle - whose wife, my most beautiful aunt, is the Godmother of Jessica. Each time he visited, he managed to slip into the conversation somewhere that I am a drug addict. I finally let him know this was an insult. It's not like I go out and sell my TV set or laptop computer to raise funds to support such a "habit." And never mind that my meds are prescribed... for a condition that truly requires medication for some relief. So - now such is my life.

As for you my friend - time will heal you. I hope time will bring me an opportunity for healing... but that is the best I can do.

I'm very sorry and sad to read your words when I chose a time to visit. But as I said - time will heal you.

So get well. Heal thyself.

Thanks dude. Its always good to hear from you.

And from you as well. :) Always good.