A new chapter in my exciting life

[John Junk]

Sarah, you should definitely re-name that dog.  You don't want a dog named Casper.  Just watch that movie "Kids" or "The Devil and Daniel Johnston" and you'll know what I'm talkin' about.  You should name it Geddy!  or Zachary Brimstead.  Or Galifianakiatitus.

[Omar]

Sarah, you should definitely re-name that dog.  You don't want a dog named Casper.  Just watch that movie "Kids" or "The Devil and Daniel Johnston" and you'll know what I'm talkin' about.  You should name it Geddy!  or Zachary Brimstead.  Or Galifianakiatitus.

Or Fritos.  Or Andopolis.  Or Mr. Belvedere.

[Sarah]

I'll watch The Devil and Daniel Johnston today (conveniently, I just recorded it, so it's ready and waiting).

I have to rename him:  having a white dog named Casper is just too cutesy.  And while I rather like the idea of naming him Zachary Brimstead, I'm thinking I may just switch to "Jasper," since that will mean he'll only have to get used to one consonant change.

Still, I must know:  why do you suggest "Geddy!" (I presume the exclamation point is part of the name)?

[Laurie]

He's a big Rush fan, obviously. Geddy Lee 4-eva!

[Sarah]

Now I need to know how John H. knows Jasper Zachary is a big Rush fan.

[Sarah]

Don't get me wrong--I really like the new puppy.  But Jesus F. W. D. Christ I can't step out of the goddamn house without his getting upset.  I was out front just now, ineptly trying to dig some new garden beds, and the damn fool went nuts.  Finally, he got up on the table beside my computer and knocked a container full of pens etc. on the floor, trying, no doubt, to reach the bottle of Rolaids sitting next to my monitor.  (I have such bottles all over my tiny house since I'm prone to heartburn and too lazy to want to have to get up to fetch them whenever I'm stricken.  Young Zach developed a taste for the suckers the other day, when he consumed the contents of the almost-full bottle on the table next to my bed.  After that, I started putting them out of his reach, but apparently his reach extends farther than I thought.)  Now, a knocked-over cup of pens is no big deal, of course, but I quake to imagine what other damage he could have done. 

I already knew he goes crazy when I'm away from home for any length of time (I'm talking a half-hour to go to the grocery store here), but this happened while he could see me through the fucking window.  Or come out into the pen and look at me through the fence.  I mean, hell, it's nice to be liked, but I honestly can't believe I'm so irresistible that not having complete access to me for even one second causes panic. 

I'm a hostage.  Good thing I'm a shut-in anyway, huh?

Now I have to go make up with him.  He's somewhere quivering right now.

[Sarah]

I love this pointless, self-indulgent thread.  It gives me somewhere to report that I just spent an hour chopping up beef hearts for the dogs.  The other day, I used up a similar amount of time grinding chicken bones, flesh, and organs for the cats.  I feel like an ogre.  Watch out, "I'll grind your bones to make my bread" given the chance.

[Richard_From_CHI]

How is this thread and more or less pointless or self indulgent to the rest of the threads?

[Sarah]

Kind of you, Richard.

[Sarah]

Today I feel less like the giant in "Jack and the Beanstalk" and more like the Parsee in "How the Rhinoceros Got His Skin," for the cake I'm baking is about the size of the one below.  If Boxer rolls around in the crumbs, he will turn into a shar-pei--or, rather, he would if his coat were held on by three buttons.

[Richard_From_CHI]

Kind of you, Richard.

Now now, I wasn't bashing you, but the folks being critical of this thread.

[Sarah]

I was absolutely sincere, Richard:  it was kind of you.  And I believe the only person bashing this thread is me (edit:  I'm aware this should be "I," but that just sounds too damn pompous [figured I might as well forestall any nit-picking, though I didn't think to do so until today]). 

[Richard_From_CHI]

Sorry, hard to tell tone online. I was worried I had offended.

[Sarah]

My day began with a rousing dogfight in the kitchen.  Both boys are wounded.  Duchess is disgusted with them.  My right thumb was slightly sprained when I heaved Zach up by his hind legs in an attempt to get him to disengage, and I'm now a little ashamed of myself for being proud that old Bandit came out the winner.

An adrenaline surge is not a nice way to wake up, even if it is much more invigorating than coffee.  I suppose I should be glad of the pick-me-up, though, since a drunken Canadian fisherman may be visiting this afternoon, and I'll need all my strength to put up with him.  At least he'll have some fishing stories to tell.  He already charmed me Thursday with his description of the crew of his boat enjoying a feast of lobster Alfredo that would have cost a fortune in a restaurant.

[Josh]

A gentle(?)man caller on a Saturday? I smell a love connection.