All Our Children Meow and Woof: This Post Has No Theme

All Our Children Meow and Woof

I created this blog to sort through my emotions as Finnegan, a great Irish Wolfhound, fought bone cancer for nearly 26 months. Fortunately, his battle subsided for many months and during the course of the 26 months, I shared stories about his feline siblings. On August 8, 2008, Finny passed on in my husband's and my arms. He fought the good fight and he will always have a special place in my heart. *If you have a question, please write me at finnegandog at gmail dot com.*

Sunday, March 04, 2007

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Just Another Lazy Sunday.. Who Ah Wo.. Wish It was Summer

That was a poor attempt at the Bangle's Manic Monday song. As usual, it is cold, snowy, and generally unpleasant outside. Because of this horrid weather system that results in deep heavy snow and icy conditions, I am protesting the weather by napping. All day. No exceptions. Unless Mummy wants to go for a walk, and then I will reconsider.

The humans are busier than me. Daddy is grading exams or papers. Poor Daddy's students. He teaches courses that are supposed to be in English but use words like benzenenitrideethyl-yawnihavenoideawhatanyofthismeans and ethylbethylpoopypants. Okay, maybe not but it is still hard and I cannot wrap my Irish Wolfhound brain around it.

Yesterday, Mummy had a tough day getting her hair cut and having a physical assessment. Then she and Daddy ran three miles. On purpose. Outside. So weird. Three must have been a theme yesterday because Mummy and Daddy went to see Zodiac, a three hour movie (almost). That was a total record for Mummy because she starts squriming after an hour and fifteen minutes. Her attention span is worse than Shrimpycat's, who has CADHD (Cat Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder). It might have something to do with her secret boyfriend,
Jake Gyllenhall. Okay, I'm a boy dog and all but he is fairly scrumptious...

HEY! Mummy is transcribing my dictation and I did NOT say that. Geez!

Mummy and Daddy decided that because we live in a crack house (not really - we live in a nice neighborhood, and have a nice yard, and overall the house is fine, blah blah blah) and everything within the house was done assbackwards, they will have to tear down ALL the wallpaper and put up new wallpaper instead of painting. The house has unusual walls that do not allow for painting. So Mummy and Daddy are starting to look up wallpaper styles. Thanks to Dooce and her links, Mummy got some ideas of what she wanted. Of course, she only saw the pictures on the woofernet so they decided to take a trip to Lowes after running three miles and being all stinky. And they couldn't understand why anyone wanted to stand next to them. Go figure. Geniuses. At Lowes, they looked through the sample books. Unfortunately, Mummy could not get the exact style that she saw in the internet. So instead, she found The Look - Norwall and loves a lot of the patterns. Daddy, on the other hand, was not as excited about them. Too bad. Fortunately, Mummy knows the Wifey Mind Trick (similar to the Jedi Mind Trick) where she can get Daddy to do things without having to say too much (and no, don't think dirty thoughts). It's amazing to witness. It's much like watching the space shuttle take off for the first time.

Here is the exciting part: Mummy and Daddy are paying other people to do this work for them. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS???? New people to meet and sniff and pay attention to ME ME MEEEE!!!!!! I am overcome with excitement!

Finally, Mummy is really sad and disappointed that the judge granted the permanent injunction for smoking ban. It looks like a letter writing to the State Legislature is in order. *Sigh*


Blogger Cubby said...

I'm sorry you're cold up there. Down here in Texas, it's warming up beautifully! Maybe you could come stay with us until it warms up a little...

3:54 PM  
Blogger wally said...

Hey Finny--

Your Dad's language sounds like my gramps's weird language. Apes--what can you do with 'em?

It's cool that you're nice to visitors. I can be kind of a grump (just ask the aforementioned gramps).


7:16 PM  

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