Mochi got a well-deserved first bath today. But, because I am a shopping genius, his bath was conditioner-only. I didn’t even know dogs got their own conditioner! What dog needs conditioner? At any rate… at least there’s no longer food stuck to his face.
Or his bottom.
He did remarkably more well with the sink, the hairdryer, and the brushing than I had expected. In fact, there was no whining, carrying on, or whimpering that Pearlie still does to this day, even though she is 6.
At 10 weeks, Mochiko has also grasped the concept of wee pads so well that after the bath, he was headed towards the pad, and when I called him with a toy, he whipped around to me, and when I realized what was his previous goal, I said, “Do you need to go potty?” and he did a squirmy, puppy, fall-over-on-my-face double take and got on the pad instead.
My dog is a genius.
A pottying genius.
And I am so obnoxious, I may as well be telling you about changing a diaper.
At any rate, we’ve had a lot of company this week, including Hugh and Connie, and Mochi is so well behaved with company!
Except for the shrill barking when I’m in the kitchen. How did he figure out there is FOOD in the KITCHEN?!
On a sad note, Mochi has figured out that I will leave shortly after we get up in the morning and so he wants me to hold him while I get ready. He’s also caught onto my phone alarm that tells me when to leave after I drop by for lunch, and therefore hates my phone. And because I keep him in the bathroom while I’m at work, once I get home, he trots back and forth from the bathroom with one piece of food so that I don’t leave and/or shut him in there again.
I don’t know how MOMS who WORK do it. I did not birth this dog and I still feel guilt for leaving him during the day.
We signed up for puppy class, because I am determined to not have another Sady – the Rat Terrier I got when I was 10 and put down 6 years ago. They called her Satan and she bit a cancer patient.
In other, more important news: I went to the Irving singing last night. Ever been, like, the only person singing on a song that you thought everybody knew? After the song, someone said to me, “Good to have you sitting by me. You know, for the songs I don’t know,” and I thought, “Oh, that’s why it was so quiet in here.” Maybe it was a song we sang at West Allen all the time… I don’t even remember the name of it, that’s how much I thought everyone in the world should know it.
It was like Jesus Loves me or something.
And I was loud. Louder than apparently I realized. Loud enough to be self conscious about how loud I was without knowing it.
Loud like my name is Jenny Clark and I’m in an FC Musical with my brother, who forgot his lines.
I saw a gecko in my apartment this week. I was thrilled. I had considered buying some and setting them loose in my place. But, then I realized I have no bugs for them to eat. Apparently, they’re already here eating my bugs. That is awesome news.
Looking for song suggestions for the 2010 “Campbell Road” banquet.
When I was at Petsmart today, these kids were fawning over Mo when their dad walked by and said, “What is that, a Pomeranian?” and I said, “Yes,” and he said, “See, they’re cute AT FIRST.”
And I was all, like, OH YEAH?? YOUR BABY IS UGLY.
What is wrong with some people? I guess God is teaching me some more lessons in Mochi. Like, how not to tell pregnant women they look fat.
I saw something online the other day about jokes and the number one random punch lines that people say, or something like that, and one of them was, “That’s what she said.” I don’t know where this came from, what this means, or why it’s funny. And it made me think, some people think this pointless phrase is just as hilarious as when Jenni says something to me and I say, “Your mom,” and laugh so hard that I’m crying. And tears are coming out of my eyes, and I have to blow my nose, and mascara is streaking down my face.
And people tell me I am so lame for laughing at my own jokes.
That’s what she said. Why is this even funny?
Also, my Mac broke. I know I’ve had it for 4 or 5 years, but it was hardly used at all, ever (and I’d just started to use it daily since I moved here and it became my tv/dvd/radio). For some reason, this makes me feel like Apple really ripped me off. Especially since the warranty expired in the middle of November. To wrap things up two weeks ago, I listened to a really cruddy sermon on Ecclesiastes and later that day, a really uneducated sermon on Ecclesiastes. It’s a good thing I like that book.
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