Sunday

The Cop was very late this morning, due to a fatal hit and run accident. The dogs and I hung out. For a moment there, Tyler even fell asleep next to Maxine. Usually he spends all of his time nipping at her and tormenting her.

Got a couple of pictures of them — amazing how quickly Tyler is growing. When we got him three weeks ago, he weighed 9.5 pounds. Today, 18.5. If he keeps up this pace, he’ll weigh 126 on his first birthday. Kidding. He’ll top out around 100.

At noon, I decided to make a special treat for myself: broccoli, sauteed slowly until burnt. Mmmmm.

Tyler, who loves the kitchen, is always super attentive when I’m cooking. Here’s a picture of what I see whenever I am at the stove. If he gets tired of waiting, he lies down. ON my foot.

Practice was catch as catch can. It’s hard to practice with a crazed dog having fits nearby. If I could let him into the space with me, he wouldn’t howl and moan. But surely it’d be hard to keep my driste as he bit my hair and nipped my triceps. I assume he will calm down someday. In the meantime, I’m grateful for the shala option. I can get over there Monday-Wednesday, and Friday. Sunday and Thursday practices will have to be more improvisational.

Actually, I have a week coming up (week after next) where I am actually scheduled for meetings at 7 and 7:30 AM Monday through Thursday. Ones I can’t ditch. Ones with attendees from outside the company who will be hearing about some new strategic initiatives. *sigh*

I have to take some time to figure out how I am going to handle this. Get up at 3 AM to practice? Not out of the question, and I’ve done it before — the only catch is that I’ll probably have to sleep in the guest bedroom and do my practice there. If I’m not on the other side of the house, Tyler will hear me and insist upon getting up and starting his morning routine of FOOD and POOPING and CAVORTING! No way am I going to be down with that at 3 AM.

Other options include leaving work early and practicing in the afternoon. Still, though, there’s the CAVORTING dog issue.

I’ll need to spend some time coordinating with The Cop and figure it out…

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3 Responses

  1. I give the calming down 3-5 years, tops.

    I love his little pink and black nose.

  2. This last photo is awesome. Once in a while I feed Sam and Penelope scallops that I blanch lightly. I have to boil the water in the microwave, then drop the scallops in and wait for them to thaw before I mash them to bits. As soon as Penelope figures out I’m preparing the scallops for them — which is like the moment when I reach for the bag in the freezer — she starts reminding me of her presence. Every 10 to 20 seconds, she pats my foot with her paw and chirps and I have to make eye contact with her to assure that, yes, I will make the the scallops available to her as soon as they’re ready.

  3. Hi Karen
    Nice story, Carl, about your cat. Yes that picture of Tyler next to you is really sweet, Karen. He has such a nice expression.
    hugs
    Arturo

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