strangest dream

Bella has a bad case of leash aggression which makes walking her difficult at times.  Our trainer suggested a muzzle.  The muzzle is really more for cutting down my fear - which is what Bella feeds off of.  I don't really enjoy putting Bella in a muzzle and she hates it but will tolerate it if it means she gets to go on long walks.

Generally by the time we get to the park she resorts to a few theatrics to see if I will give in and take off her muzzle so she can more effectively chase birds.  She begins by rubbing her nose in the grass and then sliding along the ground before finally resting in the grass as though she has lost her will to live.

I figured I had just landed myself a dog who tends towards the melodramatic... something she learned from mama most likely.  I give her a little tug and she moves on with her very hard life.

And then Chad told me about their most recent walk and how Bella tried to bite another dog.

Me: But it was ok because she was wearing her muzzle, right?

Chad: Uhhhh...

Me: Why did you take off her muzzle?

Chad: Well, she started rubbing her face on the ground and then she flopped down and wouldn't move.  She lost her will to live.  I had to take it off.

She has him wrapped around her paw.

the whole world

Make You Feel My Love / Adele

Some mornings it is tough to get out of bed... but someone has to pay for her kibbles.

right thing to do

Go Your Own Way / Fleetwood Mac

Every summer Chad and his friends join a bowling league and ever since we started dating he has been trying to force get me to join.  I am a terrible bowler, this doesn't bother Chad - that and I guess there is a handicap so it wouldn't be so bad for the team.  Still, I decline and stay home watching whatever I've built up on the DVR queue and eating dark chocolate.

Chad still wants to practice and so on the weekends we both go, often with some of his friends, to have a beer and see if I can get a lower score than last week.  I've never in my life broken triple digits.  Well, I did once, but that was at a really bad bowling alley and the boy I was with pressed some buttons so I got 101.  That didn't really count.

I have actually gone 3 or 4 times in the past two months and have been doing about the same.  This weekend however, I think they put magic in the beer. I broke 100 twice!  I took pictures as evidence until Chad told me that the scores could be printed out so we could go home and frame it.

I'm not "S"... I'm "C".  This is why, next time, Chad isn't allowed to pick the names on the screen.  He was completely perplexed when I didn't realize it was my turn to bowl and so he pointed out I was "C" for "Chuck" (one of my many nicknames).  I looked at the screen and asked him if he saw any possible way that one could confuse whose turn it was.

Regardless, I will most definitely be drinking the same magic beer next time we go bowling.  But I'm still not joining the team, sorry honey.