Jasper

   I know that like a lot of parents, I tend to speak a lot about my babies, however in my case, my "children" are of the furry, four legged flavor.  I often find myself countering someone's funny tales and anecdotes about their kiddos with my own about my pups and kitties.  To the non-pet lover this may not seem like any sort of comparison, but to those of us who love our furry babies, oh trust me, it compares.
   Now, really the reason for this blog today is to talk about my precious Jasper.  I know, it's shitty of me to write about just one of my furry babies, but unless one of them breaks into my lap top, I don't think we have to worry about any real jealousy here.
   The reason why I am singling out Jasper is because I believe Jasper was truly sent to me as a gift.  I needed him in my life and he found us.  Literally.  When we first saw Jasper he was just so fucking adorable with his big ass ears and jumping all over my mom's neighbor, we didn't think anything of it.  Then we found out he was *gasp* an abandoned puppy.  We couldn't just leave him so we took him to the vet to check and see if this adorable little baby was micro chipped.  He was not.  We put an ad in the paper, no one claimed him after 2 weeks.  I didn't even want him at first, no matter how fucking cute he was because he was a destructive little asshole who ruined a bunch of shit AND chewed through my laptop cord.  I was livid.
   CW, however was pretty adamant about wanting to keep the little bugger so, we did. We got him fixed and micro chipped and boom!  He was ours.  Now, almost 4 years later he has become one of the greatest dogs I have ever owned.  I love him to pieces and he makes my heart melt daily.  With his breed it is said that:

"The ACD [Australian Cattle Dog] needs to be handled firmly yet fairly, and it is totally loyal and obedient to its master, and it's a one-person dog." -http://www.terrificpets.com/dog_breeds/Australian_Cattle_Dog.asp

   I happen to be the lucky one that Jasper chose to be his person.   Not to say that Jasper doesn't love CW tons but let's just say, if he had to chose one of us to save from a burning building, adios, Honey!
   Not only is Jasper a really good companion to me, but I have managed to train him to be somewhat of a service dog.  How?  or Why?  You might ask.  Well, you see Jasper is insanely smart and I swear he knows what I'm saying most of the time, and he's very easy to train.  I have some health issues where it hurts to move sometimes of it hurts to bend (I've blogged about 'em before) and my immune system is shitty due to my health crap so sometimes I'm not 100% and when I'm doing things around the house like laundry or hell, sometimes even if I'm not if I'm just knitting or crocheting and I drop something I might need help because when I bend down to get something I get shooting pain and then it fucking sucks.  So I just call Jasper and boom, he picks up whatever I need.  Sometimes I don't even need to call him, he hears something hit the floor and he's there to pick it up.  He's that damn good.
   Not only does he do that but he also breaks up cat fights, he throws away trash, he takes things to my husband in a different room or brings things to me from my husband in a different room. He helps make up the bed, he alerts us to when the older dogs have to go outside to potty.  He helps put away his toys (he has tons of them too), he'll watch movies/tv with you, he'll help pick up laundry, sometimes, he'll even sing a song with you.  He's such an amazing dog.  I'm lucky and blessed to have him.   I'm not saying that my other furry babies aren't special they are, they are very special, but Jasper, Jasper goes that extra mile to make sure that his two legged Momma is feeling okay and if I'm not, he does whatever he can to make sure that he can make me better.  I'm so thankful my hubby talked me into keeping him.

I've re-joined the employed masses!

   So, after being out of work for almost a year, I finally got a job!  I started Monday and I love it.  However, on the shitty side I caught a crappy cold last Thursday and had to spend all weekend in bed and I still have yet to fully recover almost a week later.  I sound like Chandler Bing's dad.  SEXY.
   I go to bed at 10 every night and wake up at 5 every morning.  It's weird to be on such a schedule but I think the cold medicine helps with the passing out.  Jasper follows me around in the mornings and tries to entice me to stay home with his stuffed animals and cute face.  I know his cute ass misses me.  I miss my furry babies too, but damnit, I can't wait to have an actual paycheck!  CW and I are so broke we can barely afford to pay attention.  We're living on love :)
   My stupid cold put me out of commission for a few days so, I wasn't able to work on projects, which sucked ass.  I'm pretty much done with an order, I just need to take pictures but they come out best in natural light and today's light was overcast when I got home from work because it was rainy.  HOORAY for the rain!  Boo for the lighting :(
   So, that's why I've been so quiet on the interwebs lately, I've been recovering from deathcold and WORKING!  HUZZAH!!!  Once I get over this deathcold thing, I'm sure I'll be better at managing things, but for now all I do is rest, rest, rest when I'm home.  You all (the few who read this) are in my thoughts!

Dogs Like Treats... in ABUNDANCE

WARNING: If you haven't seen Last night's episode of True Blood or Magic Mike and you don't want "spoilers" don't read today's post.  Just letting you know in advance.  :)

   This morning on our way out the door I told our dogs "If when I get home there are NO cushions on the floor, you guys will get an ABUNDANCE of cookies. I'm serious you guys I'm tired of this shit, but I mean ABUNDANCE of COOKIES!" CW nodded his head and said, "all they heard was blahblahblah cushions blahblahblah cookies blahblahblah shit blahblahblah cookies." I said, "Not Jasper." he shrugged and said "True."  I know you may be wondering why I said this "speech" to the dogs, but they are notorious for knocking down the couch cushions and now my couches look like they belong in either a college kid's rented apartment or a crackhouse because they are completely ripped up and shitty looking because of the dogs having a rave every time we leave the house.

As we get in the car I said, "Jasper understands because he's super smart."
"Yeah, he has the vocabulary of a preschooler."
"Yeah, he's a genius."
"He's the alpha now."
"Yeah and he runs around with a 6-pack looking all greasy and manly like Alcide."
-in an over exaggerated Batman ala Christian Bale voice- "And he talks like Batman when he's all hopped up on V."
"Why you gotta hate on Alcide?"
"Why you gotta see his penis?"
"It's not like I knew they showed his penis in Magic Mike." (I'm not complaining though)

And ever since I saw Magic Mike... CW hates Alcide now from  True Blood when he used to like him.  It's not my fault that he's really tall, has curly hair and huge muscles. I'm just saying... CW has curly hair is a helluva lot taller than me and his broad ex-gymnast shoulders are totally what had me melting... I kind of have a type... what can I say?

Oh! P.S.  The dogs were good.  They got an abundance of cookies and they seriously knew the moment I opened the door what they were getting because all of their asses were waiting by the dog treat door with smiles.  :)  So maybe Jasper isn't the only genius.