Greetings From Connecticut!
You may have heard the rumours that Mel & I are currently spending the weekend down in CT with her family. These rumours are true. You may have also heard that during the (otherwise uneventful) 8-hour car ride down, Shady got carsick and barfed all over my jacket. Sadly, this is also true. Which wouldn't be quite so bad, but it's a black dry clean-only jacket, and she yarfed a half-digested Dentastix onto it. At this moment, we've managed to clean the worst of the mess, but there's still a large, slightly visible light-brown stain on it.
Mind you, this pales in comparison to the antics of the other dog currently in the household. You may remember him from before: Sammy, the gay Schnoodle? Well, looks like I still bring out the fabulous in him--and almost exclusively too, as this only seems to happen to me. Within the first hour of our arrival, Sammy had...shall we say, "asserted dominance" on me at least a dozen times, violating pretty much every limb I had, and throwing my torso in for good measures. Thus far, my head's the only thing he hasn't started to hump.
(Which is just as well, as our friend's Cockerdoodle, Monty, has already beaten him to it.)
So what has Mel been doing whilst I've been fending off the amorous advances of Sammy? Mostly Farmvilling on behalf of her mom and sisters, who also share accounts but crave a lot of the stuff she has or can deliver unto them. Basically, she's pharming on her farm, for as odd as it sounds--or have I completely botched that Intarweb euphemism?
But it is good to know that should Sammy decide to assert his seme-ness...I'll probably end up the uke anyways since Mel will be too busy acquiring a fountain to care about how despoilt I become this visit.
In other news, today is Valentine's Day, a day celebrated mostly by the card companies, chocolate shops and flower vendors. I celebrated it by giving Mel a cute Peanuts card that shows Snoopy surprising Charlie Brown with a kiss from a mailbox, and a DVD. Mel celebrated it by letting me live another year. It's a fair trade, I think.
Labels: the ubiquitous return of Sammy the Gay Wonder Schnoodle, visits to Connecticut, What kind of a lame valentine is heart anyway
posted by Phillip at 5:31 PM
