Happiness is...

Making soda shoot out of a person's nose. :D

Our biweekly poker session was this friday. It was a good end to a baaaad friday at work. We don't play for much, nickel ante, five dollar buy in. Mainly it's an excuse to sit around, crack wise and socialize. I ended even up cash wise at the end of the night. I did, however, gain in the humor karma department by executing a perfectly timed and delivered bon mot that made one of the guys shoot soda out of his nose. That's just one of life's happies :)

Tattoo seems to have accepted that he is supposed to be hanging out here now. We were out doing yard work on saturday morning and I let Tattoo out with us. I then mostly forgot about him until suddenly getting an Oh Crap! moment and looking for him only to find him laying peacefully in the bushes eating his once favorite plastic ball. There really wasn't enough ball left to play with when he was done with it.

I took him to the lawn by Bidwell Mansion last week to get in some serious ball throwing time. While bringing back the ball he spotted a grey lump in the grass under one of the oaks. He dropped the ball and started sniffing the grey lump. I started yelling at him NO NO NO. And he listened. He did not eat or roll in the dead squirrel. Progress is being made on the dog front.

Happiness is...

Making soda shoot out of a person's nose. :D

Our biweekly poker session was this friday. It was a good end to a baaaad friday at work. We don't play for much, nickel ante, five dollar buy in. Mainly it's an excuse to sit around, crack wise and socialize. I ended even up cash wise at the end of the night. I did, however, gain in the humor karma department by executing a perfectly timed and delivered bon mot that made one of the guys shoot soda out of his nose. That's just one of life's happies :)

Tattoo seems to have accepted that he is supposed to be hanging out here now. We were out doing yard work on saturday morning and I let Tattoo out with us. I then mostly forgot about him until suddenly getting an Oh Crap! moment and looking for him only to find him laying peacefully in the bushes eating his once favorite plastic ball. There really wasn't enough ball left to play with when he was done with it.

I took him to the lawn by Bidwell Mansion last week to get in some serious ball throwing time. While bringing back the ball he spotted a grey lump in the grass under one of the oaks. He dropped the ball and started sniffing the grey lump. I started yelling at him NO NO NO. And he listened. He did not eat or roll in the dead squirrel. Progress is being made on the dog front.