Wedding Weekend

This beautiful lady is getting married this weekend!!!!!  Hooray to the almost-new-Mrs.!

And I get to see all of these wonderful ladies!  Gah!  Woot!  And half of them are currently sleeping in my house!  Even better!  :)

I've got the best friends a girl could ask for!

And I'll remember to take my camera with me to all the festivities.  Promise.  

The Beasts Within

What do you see when you look at these faces?

Innocence?  Playfulness?

Happiness?  Companionship?

Ha!

I see beasts.  BEASTS!  The most merciless crazy beasts on the planet.  

These two are pretty well trained.  They know the commands Sit, Stay, Come, Leave It (um...mostly), Wait, and a few others I can't remember right now.  

But do you know what they SUCK at?  Walking.  Specifically walking on leash together; they become Alaskan sled dog beasts.  Plus, in a few years when there's also a stroller in this crazy mix, I'm going to end up loosing a child (either 2-legged or 4-legged) every time we go out to pee.

Which means that we've had to revert to super basic leash training, separately.  So I'm spending an inordinate amount of time each day taking 17,432 walks (times 2).  I know that being a puppy parent, I've decided to spend the time for their sake.  But I expected to take them for walks 2 at a time.  

Yesterday, I let Hubster know that we have 3 options...  

1) Get rid of one or both dogs.  Fear not Mom and Aunty Mara, we're not doing this.  But I threatened the children, OH how I threatened.

2) Move to a house with a large enclosed yard.  Buy lawn mower, leaf blower, weed-eater, etc. to take care of said yard.  Not to mention move again within 6 months and deal with finances.  Clearly this was also not an option.

3) Get an in-home training consultation.   

So, #3 it is.  I'll let you know how it goes.  And then you can offer to dog-sit any time you want.  :)

And for the record, I do love these crazy mutts.  Which is why we're not getting rid of them.  Yet.

Woah Woah the Metro...

Before I go any further about public transport, I should say that, without question, I would move away from DC in a heartbeat if that were a possibility.  Unfortunately (or fortunately, I believe there's a reason for everything), leaving DC would mean either serious military repercussions or leaving Hubster.  So, um, no.

Living in the happening metropolitan area that is our nation's capital, I use WMATA almost daily. Usually, I bus to the red line and go in from there.  I can also say that there's usually a delay of some sort or another.  Over the last two weeks, I have been stranded on a train between stations for a half hour, off-loaded because of a tourist taking a photo of the train, and evacuated because my train car was on fire.  Like black smoke pouring from under the train approximately 6 inches behind where I was sitting.  JOY.

Not to mention the other people.  Tourists aren't always the best, but I can handle them any day.  I cannot handle the "young professional woman" sitting beside me smacking her gum to high heaven.  Or the man falling asleep ON ME.  Oh, or the guy who keeps swinging his bags into my face and elbowing me.  But my real favorites are the booger pickers and iPod blasters.  Best when it's the same person.

Some days I feel my metro ride is God's way of testing and strengthening my patience.  Some days I just want to throw people off the train.  Some days it's both.

Yesterday was a really good transport day.  They do happen occasionally.  :)

There is this trio of a cappella singers that travel around to different stations and sing.  They sing mostly 50's songs, the type that we used to play when I worked at a soda fountain and ice cream shop.  The kind that make me smile, even at the end of a rough day.

So, it's not all bad.  

Plus, at least it's not driving in this city.  Now THAT is a horrid experience.  And there are never 3 guys in my car singing to me.

I'll remember that when I head in this evening.

Day Ten: One Confession

Clearly I'm late with this final "Days" entry.

So, here it is.  Day 10: One Confession.

I'm obsessed with my vacuum.  It's a disease.  And it's due, at least in part, to the fact that I have 2 black-haired mutts.  If you had this much dog hair floating around your house, you'd be obsessed with your vacuum too!

I'm actually  having a hard time right now deciding if I should wash the filters (you're supposed to do this monthly and it's on my first of the month check-list along with other oh-so-exciting things like dog's heart-worm meds and sharpening knives...I'm SO COOL).

If I wash the filters now, I won't be able to use the vacuum for at least 24 hours while they dry. Um, did I really just lament not being able to vacuum for 24 hours?!?!


I told you it's a sickness.