I was going to make this post about another celebrity coming to Alberta spewing her misinformed opinions among anyone that will listen to her. I was going to comment about idiots that base their opinions on what they want to believe, not on what the facts actually are. I was also going to comment on her sound bite about “seeing the oilfields felt like peeling her skin off”….well she would know how that feels, wouldn’t she? Being a hollywood actress and being 110 years old and looking about 56. Actually peeling her skin probably feels pretty good to her, so maybe it was a compliment? I was also going to say, Jane Fonda, unless you’re here to become educated, which you clearly are not, get back into your private jet and go back to what you’re good at – getting face peels. And I was also going to say – go piss up a rope.
But, this blog isn’t about politics – although there was a tonne of funny things I could have blogged about the US election and Trudeau is pretty much a cartoon character – this blog is about funny things and light hearted stuff.
We have a new puppy. I don’t think I have ever had to break in a puppy before. Our last dog, Bernie, was 3 months old when we got him so he was more mature than our puppy, Yoshi. And Bernie was WAY more sensitive. If he did anything wrong and you gave him shit, he would apologize profusely, go sit in the corner and never ever do it again. The puppy stage with Bernie was a breeze. Yoshi – not so much.
He’s a smart little shit. We’re using treats to train him. He gets a treat when he does anything right. He’s already caught on to that, but he uses this to his advantage. He will slightly bite my hand and wait for me to say, “No” and then immediately look at me and wait for the treat. He knows exactly what to do “wrong” to get us to say “NO” so he can get his treat. Little shit. Then if I don’t have treats on me – watch out! He goes crazy biting and totally forgetting everything he’s learned. I think he’s obsessed with treats.
Smart as hell but he can’t figure out the pissing outside thing. Although it’s colder than a witch’s tit outside…maybe he just doesn’t want to freeze his wiener off. Hmmm, ok that totally makes sense. I guess I wouldn’t want to pee outside either. So I have to keep an eye on him at all times. I am totally paranoid of him peeing inside. He’s a total pain in the ass.
The 2 senior citizen cats hate him. They are getting pretty sick of us bringing these stupid annoying little animals in their house at their old age. The spook cat was finally getting used to the latest kitten we had around here, which is really weird for him – he hates everyone except for me and now we have brought in this fuzzy crazy thing that jumps around and barks. He’s totally disgusted and so not going to ever like this dog….not at his age. The other cat hid in the office for 2 days…not impressed. The kitten likes him and think they will be bff’s.
But he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. I just want to kiss him and love him and cuddle him and pet him and snuggle him and nibble his ear and adore him and love him some more. I have fallen in love with him already, even if he is a pain in the ass. And there is no better feeling, after losing a pet, than seeing your kids playing with a new pet. I think his crazy ass will fit in perfectly with ours.