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Aug. 28th, 2017 08:17 amThe puppy made a huge mess of his fur on his walk, keeping in mind your delicate sensibilities dear reader, there will be no details, but you can get close if you imagine a septic tank backup and you've about got it in terms of potential destruction and general disgust.
So needless to say, a bath was in order, which went down OK up until the time to get dried. He has a long coat so we have to use a hair dryer, which for some reason super-stimulates him and he starts to run around like crazy until he completely wears himself out, which takes anywhere from a half an hour to three days.
Add to that, the fact that the reason I was walking him early was due to having to log in to work early for a work meeting where we will discuss how an office I manage is trying to toss me under the bus.
Since I'm an imposter in an extremely important job that I am far underqualified to perform and I have a workplace that is notoriously intolerant of failure, naturally I take these things quite seriously and on the walk that's perhaps why I wasn't watching the pup as closely as one should.
Anyhow, I need to log in and attend this meeting at half past, and the dog is tearing around the house like he's an Italian gentlemen who has had a quad espresso and would very much like to explain to you how the Italian parliament works, except for translated into dog.
Whenever I am faced with these things, I try to remember that the color blue is simply a convenient construct of my senses that my poor addled brain has come up with in order to explain something that is otherwise unexpressable, and once I am dead it will be as if the color blue as I know it never existed.
So needless to say, a bath was in order, which went down OK up until the time to get dried. He has a long coat so we have to use a hair dryer, which for some reason super-stimulates him and he starts to run around like crazy until he completely wears himself out, which takes anywhere from a half an hour to three days.
Add to that, the fact that the reason I was walking him early was due to having to log in to work early for a work meeting where we will discuss how an office I manage is trying to toss me under the bus.
Since I'm an imposter in an extremely important job that I am far underqualified to perform and I have a workplace that is notoriously intolerant of failure, naturally I take these things quite seriously and on the walk that's perhaps why I wasn't watching the pup as closely as one should.
Anyhow, I need to log in and attend this meeting at half past, and the dog is tearing around the house like he's an Italian gentlemen who has had a quad espresso and would very much like to explain to you how the Italian parliament works, except for translated into dog.
Whenever I am faced with these things, I try to remember that the color blue is simply a convenient construct of my senses that my poor addled brain has come up with in order to explain something that is otherwise unexpressable, and once I am dead it will be as if the color blue as I know it never existed.
