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Wednesday, June 13th, 2018
What Diana Doesn’t Understand

Viggo studiously not paying any attention to the tugging of the war.

I’ve recently discovered that I don’t understand the rules of tug-o-war with the dog. I’m not the only one. Viggo doesn’t understand the rules either. Or maybe he doesn’t understand the point of the game. Either way, when Voodoo decides he’s up for a game, Viggo just sort of stares with a kind of vacant look of confusion and then puts his head down and goes back to sleep.

Voodoo grabs his squeaky toy (I’ve learned the game is only fun if the toy squeaks–who knew?) and then invites me (orders/invites–it’s a fine line) to yank on it while he holds on to the other side. I shake it back and forth and pull, and he just sort of hangs on and leans back. He’ll keep it up forever. What I don’t get is why we are doing it. Why is it fun?

Voodoo wondering why I would write about him and wondering when I’ll be free for another game.

Is there a winner? If so, how do we know? On occasion, he’ll let go so I can throw it and he can chase down the hall after it and bring it back, and then we begin the tugging process again. Mind you, he doesn’t play fetch outside, nor does he fetch anything but his squeaky tug-o-war toy.

I have to admit that I don’t last long in the game. Maybe that’s how you win. You just have to not get bored and keep holding on. Voodoo is a master of the game. He can hold on forever and he never gets bored.

I have noticed that I am the opponent of choice. He won’t play with the kids much at all, though he will play with my husband on occasion. But if he does play with my husband, I have to be in the room and I have to be watching. Otherwise he’s over it.

 

 

Monday, February 1st, 2016
Couchless life

We’ve been without a couch for over 3 weeks now. That means sitting in camp chairs until the one we ordered arrives. The new one will be extra durable to deal with my extra-destructive family. It should come in a week or so. I’m hoping this week, but chances are I won’t get so lucky. Lacking a couch is deeply upsetting for the dogs. They cannot follow their usual routine and they cannot lay on me and they aren’t afraid of telling me about their sadness. With lots of big-eyed stares and whimpers and moans. As a compromise, when the rest of the fam is playing video games, I retreat to the bedroom and let them join me on the bed. This helps them. Especially since they can look out the windows from the bed and that is happy-making for them.

As I mentioned, my first self-pubbed book, The Incubus Job, will be releasing March 1. I’ll be talking about it for the next month (every other Thursday) on Magical Words. I began last week with this post. If you have questions or comments, say so here or there.

I have to say that I am so tired of the presidential race. Then some newsperson said that today we’re at the starting line. I had to wonder where they hell they’ve been because while this is the start of the primary season, this ‘race’ has been going on FOREVER and I want it to stop. I would so have a different opinion if Jon Stewart was still on The Daily Show and I could at least get entertainment from it. Trevor Noah is okay, but he doesn’t dig as hard into the hypocrisy and crazy on both sides. He’s more there for the sort of easy laugh. Stephen Colbert has been doing a pretty good job at puncturing the stupidity, but I miss Jon Stewart. I wish I had HBO for John Oliver.