I am pleased to announce that my Mac is back. A few days ago, our dear dog Daisy decided to eat my power cord for an afternoon snack, in not one but three separate spots. As a result my beloved G4 Powerbook ran out of juice and couldn't be recharged. Anna made the mistake of asking me to take dear Daisy for a walk right after this happened!? A walk which Daisy only barely survived - she wisely avoided me for the rest of the day. But now, $80 later, I have a new powercord which stays in our bedroom which is safely cordoned off from the beast by a small baby gate across the door way. I have never been so grateful for a baby gate in all my life. Night time is a wonderful solace, a time when I get my sweet wife back all to myself, until we are woken by whines at 6:30 am. So how much has Daisy cost us in the span of three weeks she has been livin g with us? A list if you please:
- One brand new dog crate, brand new as in 7 hours old: $50
- My flip flops: $5
- Anna's flip flops: $5
- My cell phone: $120
- My Mac Powercord: $80
Making a grand total of $260.00, which is more than Anna and I have spent on anything other than bills since we got married. In all fairness, we haven't replaced the flip flops, the cell phone or the dog crate. But if we could we would!
I am trying to make an estimate. Those businessmen and women out there who have had a similar experience can perhaps identify with my conundrum. That is, how to figure out just how much people will pay to have a fresh coat of "pistachio' coloured paint put on their wall. There are the tell tale signs I always look for, such as, what kind of car is the drive way, what kind of neighborhood is the house in, have they just sold a house in a wealthy part of the country, what clothing brands are they wearing, well groomed?, smelly or fresh scented? etc etc...It's a tricky business. Rich folks are the worst, they just don't want to spread the love around. Help a brother out. I have a dog to pay for.
I interrupt this broadcast to yell at the dog who has decided to eat my running shoes. Ok I'm back.
It's also hot as Hades out here. Just plain grossly hot. I have never lived in a place as hot as the east coast. Crazy. June through August is 90 degrees (35 C) with 100% humidity. Lovely! Somebody actually asked me today if I did exteriors. Are you crazy!
Tonight we have Al and Deb over for dinner. Then drinks with Luke and Sherry tomorrow. Sounds like a fun weekend.
Ben
2 comments:
Hi Guys- I am Leslie's friend. I had a dog like Daisy. She ate our wall board- inside and outside the house- the third chapter of Luke - straight out of the good book! My husbands really nice moccasins, his wallet and Master Card...yeah- I can so relate. When she hit two years old she completely stopped that sort of thing. I had spent a lot of time yelling, screaming and whatever else. Time is what does it. Or a metal wire crate. That dog gone we got another springer and used a wire crate from the moment he entered our home. We have had a totally different experience. Also, we discovered the Galelio Bone. A phenominal gift for a mighty chewer. Good luck. Train hard. Be the alpha dog!
I think having a dog is such good prep for kids. Makes you practice unconditional love, patience, finding non-destructive ways to communicate your anger. Of course, we never had a dog before we had kids, so maybe I would have been a better dad if we had....
Anna's dad
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