So the little beast and I are being filmed for some Pet Partners advertising and promotional materials. It's strange to be followed for three hours every Monday as we unload from the trailer, put our shoes on, eat some grass, poop (Trusty, not me) and then participate in class. He has not had one accident because of this routine and the fact that he pees, everyday, at 11 AM. EVERY DAY. Out we go, he goes, back we go and all is well. I pee, too, but the cameras don't follow us into the restroom. They are there to watch us come out. Yes, he goes with me; it's the rules. He does politely avert his eyes, though. It's my own little reality show.
Yesterday, I took him to my former workplace in order to freak out my former boss. It was also a good time to practice stairs and elevators. Former boss is the most anal person I know, but what do you expect from an HR person? No papers on the desk at night, no nails in the walls, no clutter or mess of any kind. I knew he'd be in a meeting so we quite casually entered the office and walked about until I saw some coworkers. Then, I opened the door of the meeting and strode in. He wasn't surprised! He just laughed. I was bummed but everybody was delighted, so it was okay. Trusty, of course, just enjoyed the attention.
However, our streak has been broken. As we turned to leave, out popped three milk duds. Former boss freaked. I was so happy!
This is a blog created to satisfy many of you sick people that just need to know every gory detail of my horse kick on April 22nd, 2011, or Earth Day, or The Day I Hit The Earth, Really Hard. Facial lacerations and head trauma can be pretty damn funny and bits of my life sprinkled in makes for good fodder as well. My humor helps me heal. You're welcome.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
The Barbie Farm
I adore my little herd. How could you not? Everything is so little. I bought a little shovel to scoop the little poop out of the little trailer and put it in a little bucket. I got a little hay bag for Trusty's lunch so he can eat with his little mouth inside the little trailer while we're in class. I bought a little brush to brush their little manes and tails, which is really pretty stupid because now it takes twice as long. Back to the normal sized one.
But look, oh look, at what I found!!!!
But look, oh look, at what I found!!!!
And they are only $10 each!!!! |
He does have the Build-a-Bear Skecher tennis shoes, but they are white and get so dirty. I will save those for special indoor occasions.
I know it's crazy, but I really believe that I've found the good out of this horrific accident. It led me to Trusty and the cool Pet Partner program we're involved in. It gives me a reason to look past my painful mouth and nose (yes, it still hurts and the drugs are worthless so I'm dealing with the pain...for now) I love taking him out and around places and meeting nice people who are frankly astonished to see a little bison walking down the sidewalk. I'm all about the unexpected.
Life is good.
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