The wind is howling outside. But no snow here.
It is the kind of day to curl up with a cup of coffee or tea and read a book or thumb through a magazine.
I am toward the end of David Baldacci's Memory Man novel now. It is very fast-paced and enjoyable. He manages to have so many things going on, that I wonder how he keeps it all straight as he's writing it.
The pupsters are all curled up staying warm. They were here, and now one is on each side of me.
The pupsters have funny little quirks, just like any dog.
Charlie spends his day letting Abi take the lead. I keep telling him she's not the bad-ass he thinks she is, and just to stand up to her.
Abi is aggravating. She will go outside. Charlie will come in. I will wait for her. But she will just stand and look at me from about three feet away.
So I close the door and walk into the kitchen, so she might think I'm leaving her there and going to the bedroom.
I will peek around the corner. She'll still be there. I'll open the door again. She will just stand and look at me.
I get irritated with this, so I say: "Okay, just stay out here by yourself."
She knows she is working me. She is one clever little pupster.
Perhaps the next time I come back, mere seconds later, she will be standing at the door wanting in.
I find this behavior of hers odd. She does not want to be away from me at all. So why put us through all this when she could simply come in with Charlie?
When I put her soft canned food out, she will talk to me. And clearly she is not happy.
I will go in and take a knife and show her that I am cutting it into little bitty pieces, even smaller than they were.
I'll go on with whatever I'm doing, and she will start talking again. She will say, "Eh." And if you don't respond by getting up, she will keep making that noise.
I don't know what she really wants, except attention.
If the bowl of hard food is not up to her standards in some way, she will go to her bowl and make the same sound. "Eh." She wants me to put a little more in there. If it isn't filled to the desired level, she will keep hassling me.
She's one weird dog.
We now have steps going up to the couch. Which I had Israel put together before she had her ACL surgery. Charlie will go up them without a problem. Not Abi.
Abi became accustomed to my picking her up and putting her on the couch with me after her surgery. Well, it's been over six weeks now, and she still doesn't want to go up the steps.
She wants me to get up and pick her up and put her on the couch.
Abi puts you through your paces.
Okay, I'm headed out to get a crown on my tooth. At first they didn't think I needed it. But more x-rays when I was getting my teeth cleaned showed that the tooth had broken in half.
They said if I waited very long, I'd have to have a root canal. No one wants to hear the words "root canal."
So I made an appointment to get the darned crown.
See you later for Tweak It.