Suziecreamcheese Sings the Blues

Maverick is dog reactive. We’ve been working hard on this for 2 years, at least. We’ve made some progress, I thought. We’d been able to pass some dogs on the sidewalk without issue, I could almost always get his attention away from the other dog and break the stare, and I was feeling hopeful that we were past the worst.

Then today happened. We went to the park, the paths aren’t great so I was picking my way through the snow when he decided to sniff, deeply, nose in the snow up to his eyes. It’s cold and my coat has a huge hood. I didn’t see the girl coming up behind us with the hound type dog. But Maverick did. He pulled the leash out of my hand and ran at the other dog, barking and growling.

No physical damage was done, I managed to get his leash and pull him back, the other girl managed to get her dog safely away. She was so nice, I kept apologizing and she kept saying, “it’s okay, he’s just being a dog.”

We went back to the car. I cried for ten minutes while Maverick panted happily in the back seat, seemingly quite proud of himself.

So it’s back to basics. We won’t go back to the park till this is under control again. We’re going to work hard on the “watch” command till he whips his head around to me whenever there’s another dog in the vicinity.

We’ll figure it out. No one said it would be easy, and if they did, they lied.

There have been coyote sightings in my neighborhood. Coyotes don’t like dogs, especially big dogs, especially when there’s a femaie in heat. Consequently, Maverick is confined to the house after dark until the Bear gets home. I told Bear that I supposed I could take my Glock along if I take Maverick out, but he didn’t think that me with a loaded gun and a dog who pulls like a tank was a good idea. Sometimes he has no faith in me. 🙂 (I would probably shoot my toe but we won’t talk about that)

So Maverick is grounded for a bit, from the park, and from his nightly outings. (He goes out before dark, it’s not that many hours that he’s inside).

I think I have enough booze in the house to survive this.

I have this weather app on my phone that gives me the weather for weeks in advance. It’s not really accurate past yesterday but none of them are, and this one is better than some. I look at the next two weeks for shits and giggles, as my husband likes to say. (This is a PA expression I never heard till I moved here, and it cracks me up still after almost 20 years) This morning it told me that next Tuesday, the 16th, we will get 24 inches of snow. And that the following Friday we will get another 12 inches.

Shoot me now, throw the gun in the lake and forget where you put it so when they pass that lovely law they’re trying to push through, you won’t have to register it with the government and pay a wicked amount of insurance. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, research HR127 – here’s a link for you https://www.congress.gov/bill/117th-congress/house-bill/127?s=2&r=37. And pray you don’t have an ex who would make it impossible for you to protect yourself if that person was an abuser who just might come to get some revenge)

That aside, I don’t drive in the snow. The township doesn’t plow the paths at the parks. I have no issue with that, they have far more important things to do. Maverick, however, is not at all impressed with the inability to go for a walk. People do walk at the parks, resulting in frozen foot prints. Maverick doesn’t know the meaning of “walk slowly” and that mess is just a broken ankle waiting to happen.

So we’ve been housebound for a few days. He’s an attention hog. If we can’t find a way to run off some energy, he demands that I play with him, pet him, take him outside, do something NOW NOW NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m not sure there’s enough booze in this house.

So I’m counting the days till Spring and praying we survive till we can get our daily walks again. Keep your fingers crossed.

Well I can’t be responsible for what he posts but…………………Maverick has his own blog now

Hi, I’m Maverick!

Please go visit or he’s gonna be terribly sad.

And then I’ll have to give him treats

And he’ll get fat

and it will be your fault.

Okay

Thanks

Actually, that’s a lie, there’s one cookie in the kitchen and there may soon be none. I should be grading homework but I’m feeling singularly without motivation these days. I’ve been trying not to watch the “news” but one of my friends updates me with the latest “I can’t believe this shit!” daily. Maybe that’s why I’m not motivated to do more than eat cookies.

I guess I didn’t realize that hatred for one man would cause people to ignore all else and choose (well, I actually still believe the election was stolen, but I digress) someone to lead the country based entirely on the desire to remove him from office by any means necessary.

We’re hearing a lot about unity from someone who seems to think that impeaching the former president is a good idea, even though it has little support from most of Congress, it seems and looks like merely an exercise in “neener neener neener, we won and we can do whatever we want!”

People, we’re told, are starving, in this, the greatest country in the world (prove me wrong) but we’ve got the idiots in charge spending resources on this trial. And on a lot of other crap that just makes me go, “really?”

And I’m waiting for the supporters of that man to wake up, to start complaining, when things start going to hell in a handbasket. Will I feel sorry for them? Nope. Will I gloat? Only in private. Will I laugh my ass off? Again, only in private.


So I’m not motivated to do much of anything and that last cookie is calling my name.

But I will fight to the death for your right to say it.

I was brought up with those words

I’m not sure when they became out of vogue, out of style, wrong think, or what but apparently they are no longer true.

Today Twitter has permanently suspended the account of the man who is at this moment still the President of the United States.

If that doesn’t scare the living shit out of you, there is no hope left for this country.