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I think we've achieved Peak Dog
While making a sandwich, I accidentally dropped a bit of ham, probably a quarter inch across. The dog was like MY MOMENT HAS COME and was there before I could do anything about it (he doesn't get table scraps, so normally what goes on atop the counters is a foreign mystery to him, and he doesn't have a good idea of what people food tastes like).
... so ham was obviously a revelation, and he has been. Licking. The entire kitchen floor. For the last half hour. Every inch of it. Just in case something equally amazing is lurking in some previously unlicked corner.
At some point in this process I think he forgot why he was licking the floor and started looking kind of anxious about it, like he wasn't sure if he still wanted to lick the floor, but he couldn't stop? Because the floor needed to be licked? So then it was anxious panting interspersed with more floor-licking, until I finally had enough and made him go outside.
Well, I needed an excuse to mop anyway.
The cat watched this entire thing from a few feet away with an expression that it is amusing to interpret as "Do you see what I have to put up with, DO YOU SEE??" but was probably more like "This is literally the only interesting thing that's happening in the entire house, what even is my life."
... In other news, it's -30F and Orion pointed out that it's one hundred degrees colder outside than inside, and now I find myself strangely mind-boggled by that. The modern world is an amazing place.
... so ham was obviously a revelation, and he has been. Licking. The entire kitchen floor. For the last half hour. Every inch of it. Just in case something equally amazing is lurking in some previously unlicked corner.
At some point in this process I think he forgot why he was licking the floor and started looking kind of anxious about it, like he wasn't sure if he still wanted to lick the floor, but he couldn't stop? Because the floor needed to be licked? So then it was anxious panting interspersed with more floor-licking, until I finally had enough and made him go outside.
Well, I needed an excuse to mop anyway.
The cat watched this entire thing from a few feet away with an expression that it is amusing to interpret as "Do you see what I have to put up with, DO YOU SEE??" but was probably more like "This is literally the only interesting thing that's happening in the entire house, what even is my life."
... In other news, it's -30F and Orion pointed out that it's one hundred degrees colder outside than inside, and now I find myself strangely mind-boggled by that. The modern world is an amazing place.

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-30F? *cries for you*
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And eep at -30! That's just not right.
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... except for my husband's car, which he hasn't been driving due to ankle cast, and which when I last tried to start wouldn't due to cold. I'm waiting for things to be warm enough and him to be well enough that getting it jumped and to the shop for a new battery & checkup isn't a gymkhana.
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And also, yes, "peak dog" XD
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Every time you post stuff like that about Alaska, I boggle again that people actually live there. I don't mean "Why would anyone want to?" I mean "How is this even possible?"
Do you ever get snow clean enough that you could make maple candy by pouring maple syrup on it, like they did in the Little House books?
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A local acquaintance of mine from Louisiana who is former Navy did a tour of duty in Alaska, and reported that even women wore fake "beard"-like objects to keep warm in the winters?
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I've never done that, but I've always wanted to try! About the closest I've ever done is that when we were kids, we used to get a bowl of fresh snow and dip candy canes in it while we ate them. It's kind of like a peppermint-flavored slushie.
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And jeez that's cold!
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And sometimes we eat things he likes (he's a very picky eater) and then he gets scraps from the kitchen... and tries to steal entire pieces off the counter. I think my mom has measures in place since the time he managed to get a beef filet.
How I can still carry him is a miracle.
edit also I'm 80% to blame for him being spoiled, because every time my mom makes fish I don't like I'm like, just give half the raw thing to the cat! And he's like a little seal with like, liver and shit and we all love seeing that and yeah. That cat lives a charmed life.
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And on the OMFreakingG -30F????? I'm just, no. no. no. no. no. How do you deal? Do you just stay inside with that (and pray the heat doesn't go out??) How many layers does it take to make it to a vehicle? - which is probably frozen in spot. I just can't imagine something that cold. I admit to my whimpness
ETA: It was over 80F here today. No really. In January, with Santa Ana winds. I'm surprised there was no fire because people are stupid. Miramar (in SD area) had the nation's high at 91F. Ugh.