Absolute Randomness

This time next week I should be in Disney World, assuming there aren’t any flight delays.

Until then, there’s lots of stuff I have to get done. Chores around the house, packing…and hopefully a little novel research thrown in there somewhere. Part of me is thinking about taking a book with me on the plane for research but I’m doubting I’ll get much of anything done. Plane rides usually make me a little nauseated, especially when it descends and we’re landing.

Today is chore day–there’s laundry that needs folded (I always put that off…) dishes that need washed and a quick straightening up the clutter. If I try and keep things as neat as possible until we leave, then that limits the amount of chores I have to do during the week!

It’s a beautiful day out too–mid 70s, not a cloud in the sky. I think I may have to take the Potato (yes…that’s his name :P) to the the dog park today and let him romp around with the other canines. And I’ll get about a dozen people asking me what breed he is, to which my answer will be “A mutt.” And then they ask what I think he’s mixed with…which could be anything from chow (because of the purple tongue and once-thick fur) to Corgi to Chinese Crested. The last one is new–but since he went to the groomers yesterday, he looks like one in some ways. The groomers also think he has some in him because of the bare spots he had.

Who knows.

Here are “before and after” pictures of him:

Before...with his "mane" and tangled coat

After...

Curious: what do you think he’s mixed with? Your guess is as good as mine! I don’t think I’ll ever know for sure. So now I call him a “chow/corgi/shepard/chinese crested mix! 😛

We Got a Puppy!

Our puppy!

We welcome today a new member of our family: a ten-week-old chow/shepherd mix puppy named Tato (short for what my husband calls him–Potato. I like Tato better :))

The best part of it is our 1 year old cat Sata seems to love him. She follows him everywhere and is always trying to get him to play. I’m very relieved for that.

We got him from the humane society; they were having a “Home for the Holidays” event at the mall and that’s where he was. He’s had a rough life; he was abandoned in a crate along with another dog when he was much smaller. But he simply loves to be held and loves people and other animals. He’s very laid back too–not wild at all!

It makes me laugh because Phil wanted a small dog–no bigger than 30 pounds–and he’s probably going to be easily between 40-60.

Now comes the fun weeks of house breaking him–he’s piddled a bit on the floor here and there and had one other accident, but that’s to be expected.

Edit: Here’s some pictures!