Thankfully, another week is over. I'm not completely caught up at work from my vacation last week, but I'm getting there. I'd probably be further along if I hadn't spent half of this week undoing everything the oh-so-helpful temp did in my absence. The most irritating thing she took it upon herself to do was to rearrange everything on my desk. She wasn't even sitting at my desk - she had the unoccupied front desk - so I can't even understand what she was doing messing with my system. Everything on my desk is in a certain place because that's the best place for it to be for me to be able to access everything as quickly and efficiently as possible. With my physical limitations I actually have to give this a lot of thought. To have someone come in and essentially tell me I'm doing it wrong, that this should be here and that should be over there... well excuse me, but who the f&!$ are you? It's the same thing whenever Chris talks his mom into coming over to help him clean. She spends the whole time telling us what we're doing wrong and what we need to do. I'm sorry, who lives here?
In other news... the dogs are changing and maturing again. Well, Brooskey has had a streak of adolescent assholery going for the last couple of days, but overall he's slowing down a lot. The summer heat actually wipes him out pretty quickly, which is just another reason for this to be my favorite season. Vixen has just been amazing me lately. She has started going into her crate voluntarily when we say it's time for bed (which is anytime we leave the house, not just at night). Brooskey only does that after about the tenth time you tell him, and then immediately throws a fit about it. And this morning, for the first time ever, Vixen actually went to the door and sat down to let us know she needed to go out and do 'poopoops'. She's so funny when she goes, too. She knows she's getting a treat when we go back inside, and she bunny hops in the door and over to where we keep the treats. We're in the process of switching them over from puppy to adult food. It's a tiny bit early for Vixen, but Brooskey's starting to get squeezably soft, so the vet said we should go ahead and switch. They both eat out of one big dish since it's impossible to keep them out of each other's business. Fortunately neither of them has ever had a problem with food switching. We mix the food, gradually increasing the new and decreasing the old. But they both pick out and eat only the new food, as if they were dying for a change.
Tonight we're headed to Mohegan Sun to see Josh Blue. It's my first visit to Mohegan and my first stand-up show, and I can think of no other comedian I'd rather see as my first. I shall report back next week!
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