Smaller Bra - Growing Puppy

June 5, 2009

      I have new Playtex bras - 42B --- and I thought I was doing OK. (You know how we ladies leave ourselves last.)

      My older ones are CREAKING and need to be disposed of ----- sort of like men wearing underwear until it has more holes than fabric.

      However, with the advent of a puppy and some running and a lot of yard work and hauling etc. my new bra is on the tightest hooks and is sliding upwards (too loose). (This is only true the first days of the month. Hormones being what they are.)

      I have been in 42B forever with BRA EXTENDERS and had lost hope of getting that size DOWN. (I sometimes need the extenders when I am having digestive trouble - you know how that goes.)

      Now I need to look in my drawer for size 40B/C --- actually C doesn't really work - you always loose weight there first!!! (I can get into a 40 ---- but I have overflow and not where it matters! Got to work on that. All that muscle I had when I worked out converted to FLAB. Ick! When did that happen???? For that matter, when did I get old?)

      My pants are loose - I have jeans that are falling down. That's normal - walk a dog - loose the fat saddle on the hips. Been down this road before.

      Phsychologically I justify blueberry buckle and a small (Fun size) candy bar
- this week end it was a moderate bag of M&M Peanuts

      Can't eat just one-----

      I have to stop that - this mental "hang on to the fat" attitude.

      So I ordered Medifast bars and oatmeal (I was out). I have a new photo to paste on the fridge (when did I loose my neck?)

      The fat girdle across the middle remains but is smaller. People have noticed.

      Good - progress -- prob because I am in bed by 9:30PM in a coma.

      IM'd Andy - he's busy (just back from Alaska) - will try to get over to see the mess
      I may take photos --- list what I need done for kennel and fence repair (I took the photos. Now I wait to see if I have a job - 3 m onth contracts.)

      This will take precedence over the bedroom wall, moving the gas heater, and building the walk-in closet.

      All has to happen anyway - can't ever sell a house with fences falling down!!! I NEED A KENNEL!)

      She's a IMP! she found something - near the fence - end of woodpile
started diggin

      When I reached her, she turned on me - scruff of neck time - persisted in running back - wallowed in the mess she had dug (she digs FAST!!!!!)

      I put her in her outside pen - put a stump on top of her "spot" and hosed like fury. She would have been under the fence before you could count to 10.

      Mouse, rat, something - but she would have gone under the fence immediately.

      She ripped up an empty cat food bag in the garage,

      She ran off with my work shoes - was removing the orthodic. (My shoes are subject to attack if I am not paying her attention.)

      Attacked a toy OUTSIDE

      The green camping rope thing with the frayed ends I use as a puppy-catcher
I can drag her all over the place - and I don't let her win - Chuck warned me about that!

      She has a limited attention span???? - ha ha ha

      She knows WHERE on the counter the treats are, memorizes INSTANTLY any routine you get into (like giving her treats to eat while I eat MY supper).

      She hears the truck when I get home and I had better appear after that sound FAST!

      I dumped the kitchen garbage, put in a new liner, fed cat on counter ----
dog was alert to this - liner not open down very far - you know how they go
cardboard box from shipping something on the floor, another stacked inside
dog looked --- assessed -- climbed on cardboard box, ducked into the liner and got empty cat food can.

      I didn't see this routine the first time------now the waste basket sits on the counter too.

      She's now climbing the woodpile, climbs on uneven and wobbly logs and branches, even onto the remains of the compost pile. This is not a Beagle - it's a mountain goat!

      She still occasionaly trips and lands on her nose - the momentum keeping her going (hilarious). She gets her ears wet in her food. She also cuddles.

      I am moving stumps and logs around so she has NEW things every couple of days. (And we are trying some tricks. Like find the treat, and she made up the take the toys out of the box----)

      8 pounds of torpedo-like speed - she decided the Chase Mommy game was more fun if it changed to Stop Mommy in her tracks - she can outrun me and KNOWS THIS. She skids to a stop and truns to face me.

      Also known as Trip Mommy or Kick the Puppy if I don't realize she is under my feet - this is a new thing.

      Training needs to come soon!!!!

      The biting thing also needs to stop - working on that.

      She sits on command (beautifully - esp if she knows food is in your hand or she's at the door she wants opened), sort-of learned "Come" (if she feels like it), trying to stop the jumping (must remember not to lift her from pen - lift the side and let her walk out----)

      Mind like a steel trap this one.

      I also - like with small children - cannot go to the bathroom by myself - I looked up and she was running full out from the garage across the 3rd bedroom, the hall, and right into my lap.

      I REALLY cannot have any peace in there if I have run into the bathroom and have forgotten that I have Salmon treats in my pants pocket!!!

      OY!

      She wants to run after SUVs and play with everyone in the neighborhood. Every man she sees just must want to rub her belly--------