Ranting and Puppies

I'm not really sure how many years I've had a Facebook account, but I know it's been a while.

Up until the recent explosion of membership I rarely used it and thought it kind of annoying and troublesome. Now I KNOW it's annoying and troublesome.

On top of all the stupid requests to take a quiz to see who I look like or what color I like or what drink describes me and on and on and on.... I find I'm becoming even more so, one of those people that Truly annoy me. The kind that will tell you a story at least three times because they tell it to so many people they can't remember who knows and instead of asking if they've already killed some of your brain cells with their mundane news... they make you sit through it again and again and again. Facebook has made it even more difficult to remember who I told what to, so now I find myself part of that community who posts stupid things like daily chores or what I ate or what hateful thought might have escaped my rotting brain. Not because I think anyone cares, but because I can't shut the hell up. Just like FOX news constantly babbles shitty reporting, we've, and YES, I say WE'VE, become just like them.

So, this blahg of mine used to be my portal to news in my life. Now it's becoming outdated like last years IPOD or Beta max. I don't need to blog anymore because I can post worthless dribble on my Facebook. I can twitter my brain cells into shutdown.... or I could call it multwittering or some other stupid term that might describe someone socially incapable. I can send you a hug, but don't want to sit next to you in the same room. There's really something wrong with society.

Maybe that's part of my recently labeled "obsession" with puppies. I find those lost k-9 souls and bring them directly into my heart. They don't have e-mail. They don't twitter. They definitely don't care who my favorite actress is. What they do have is real. They communicate with their eyes and their licks and the way they greet you every time you come back into the room. They don't care that you were only gone for 30 seconds. They just want you to know they missed you and they've never been so glad to have you back!

Now, since I have no idea who knows this or who even cares to know this, I'll continue with the purpose for this post. Meet Newton. He's a little 4 month old Shelti/Chihuahua mix... we think!! His family were working just way too many hours to train a puppy the way they need training, and didn't want to crate him all day. My guess is they were a little tired of cleaning carpets as well. For whatever reason they decided to give him up, I promised them I would find him a great home and this sat he goes to adoption with all4theanimals rescue. He came to us with Guardian for a name, but the morning he flew through the trap door, down a 10 ft ladder to the brick basement floor we immediately renamed him Newton, since he had just discovered Gravity!! He's ok, but doesn't go near that hole any more.

He's such a tiny little buck. Just under 10 lbs he can climb ANYTHING. His bottom is like Tiggers because he bounces like he has springs in his butt. Still, when he does decide to take a nap it happens fast and usually on top of the nearest human.

Yesterday I brought home Chico. He was given to former family, so they were a little unsure of his breed(s). I'm guessing and this is after someone else suggested it, that he's a French Bullhuahua. That's a Chihuahua bred with a French Bulldog. Hmmm?!?!?! Chico's mom was having a hard time financially. Kids and work and school had taken their toll on her and she was left wondering how she was going to be able to buy dog food, so she made the hard decision to find her little buddy a new home. I visited with her to assess Chico's behavior and discovered, although he put up a pretty good front... he couldn't wait for me to play with him. Just over 4 yrs old, he's still young enough and still accepting enough that a new family can train him to fit right in, given the patience required for his breed. He's made the adjustment here just fine. He and Newton play continuously. He still likes to bark at the big dogs and even though he's only been here 24 hrs he doesn't like the other dogs near me. Poor little fella.... he just wants to know he's my favorite.

Last night I was unsure how I was going to get all the dogs to sleep. Dash n Roux have their own bed.... LOL.. in the fireplace. Newton stays leashed to the trunk, just to keep him out of trouble, and his bed is also right there. He prefers to be covered with my coat and he'll sleep all night... still no accidents. After a little pacing and a little whining..... Chico ended up under the covers with me. He laid there all night... a perfect little gentleman. No fidgeting, nothing but little snores.

I just love my doggies. Poor Steve, He's been so accepting of all this new commotion. Kicked out of his favorite spot on the couch and too often pulling hair out of his dinner... he sits silently... sometime too much so. This will be all the doggies for a little while. The next two pups won't be here until the 19th. Two little 6 week old Pit boys!!!!

This coming week I'll be with some of the county's finest training to do census work. I just can't wait to see how big this smoking circle will be. I think I'll wear a suit. Jeans or sweats would automatically suggest that I somehow had something in common with them. To tell the truth I most likely do, but given my ever growing dislike for humans, I'll just lay low and pretend to be the quiet one. Maybe by sitting quietly and staring intensely at the floor, I can scare them into thinking I'm some sort of psychopath, and they'll leave me in peace. I know, it won't happen. First I'll say HI to someone and the next thing you know I'll be organizing company picnics.... GRRRRRRR... Sometimes it sucks to be me. One of these days I'm gonna figure out how to turn off the drama/idiot magnet that has itself attached to my backside. Is there a sign on my forehead that says, "I'm here to listen to your emotional baggage"? I need a new Happy Place, because my old one isn't as impenetrable any longer.