To Wear Shoes, or Not to Wear Shoes

...Wear shoes.

I have only tried once, so far, to play with the dogs outside without shoes.  I hobbled back in with burs in my feet that literally drew blood.  Howdothefreakin'dogsdoit.

For my fiance, who we shall call Tesla, the clear answer is also to wear shoes, even inside.

Actual conversation:

Me:  "Hey, can you grab me (whatever) from the fridge?"

Tesla:  "Sure."  *wanders off*

Tesla:  *wanders back*  "You had better love me."
Me:  "Okay, I love you.  Wait, why?"

Tesla:  "Because I just got you that without putting any shoes on."

Me:  "...Okay?"

Tesla:  "In spite of the fact that I could have been stung by a scorpion."

XD

When he isn't wearing his shoes, he keeps them four feet above ground, so scorpions don't get in them.  Considering we've only seen one scorpion so far, it was tiny, it didn't sting him, and we basically made it rain bug poison around the whole house, I feel like he probably isn't in a huge risk category for being stung/eaten alive by scorpions.

It's damn cute, though.

-MM

P.S. - Today, my dog brought us a vertebra bone.  I no longer think all the bones in our yard are from scraps/dog chew toys.  It...was almost the size of my palm.  My dogs don't dig...but now I'm wondering if they have managed to find a long-gone family pet or something...

Ew.

I'm the White Lady.

We broke the shower head.

Well, specifically, my fiance broke the shower head.  Itwasn'tmyfault.

It was a bendy one, designed to rain down on you.  He bent the neck to adjust it and *snap,* it decided it was only going to wash the wall from then on.  Sooooo...to the hardware store we went!

Actually, the one we picked out is AWESOME.  But anyways.

On our way home from shopping, we closed up the gate and let the dogs out to run around a little bit.  I decided they were stinky and used our also newly-purchased garden hose and nozzle to wash them off a little bit.  Then I hear a barking, and suddenly both dogs are bounding top-speed to the gate, flinging water everywhere.  I chase after 'em, terrified the little dog who won't stay the hell out of our yard was going to pick a fight she couldn't win, but to my surprise it was the neighbor's puppy, and it wasn't being mauled.  Despite all the barking, both dogs were enthusiastically sniffing and wagging at the small dog, but the poor little (stupid) puppy was yipping like it was dying a slow and painful death (I guess it WOULD be scary to have two dogs two or three times your size sticking their faces up in your business...).  I grabbed puppy and put it on the right side of the gate again, corralled my girls back inside, and went back to unloading the car.

A few minutes later I hear "but that white lady said I could come play with her dogs whenever I waaanteeed" float up over the fence.

To my neighbors, at least, to my 7 year old neighbors, I am that white lady.

Sweet.

-MM

Now It Smells.

When my fiance went out to put something in the car he spooked a skunk.

Now our cars are stinky.

Pretty sure this is still better than the neighbor's dog.

-MM

P.S. - I can't tell if I'm more excited that I have a real mailbox and don't have to use a key, or more bummed that I have to walk down the whole street to get it. Or psyched that I get to walk down the whole street to get it.

I have complicated feelings about our mailbox.