Dog Update

Dog Gone Snorefest

The dog thinks she will be taking my place soon. She has tried to getty on up to my pillow slowly, but surely through the night. She thinks I don’t notice, but there is one fatal flaw in her plan of the sneak attack. Kerry snores. You might be aware of that if you are familiar with my previous work—mainly other facebook status updates—well this dog is not a fan either (maybe she really could take my place- I digress.) When he gets particularly heinous and loud, she lets out an annoyed growl. This noise alerts me to her position which is mere inches from my pillow. Thankfully allowing me to take anti pillow theft actions.

Not cool dog, not cool. I don’t share pillows. Here is where I try to make it seem like maybe Kerry’s snoring isn’t so bad afterall because it’s like an antitheft device for my pillow, but it’s almost like the keyboard won’t make those words type out here. Oh, well I can only do so much when there is a tech malfunction such as that.

What’s In A Name?

I should also fill you in on the fact that her full name is Sunny Hunny Bunny. My youngest has said it and thus, it is so. Occasionally she does shorten it to Sun Hun Bun, but when I try that it doesn’t go over well. Not with the people around us, nor with the actual dog that I imagine just wishes she could be called Spot or Max for the love of Milk Bones.

Sunny Hunny Bunny. Our dog.
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What’s In A Name?

What’s In A Name?
Friday, May 30, 2014

I think I am pretty close to giving Nina a previously unrecognized personality disorder. Crossing our fingers to put it on the map. Basically I try out so many nick names on her that every new thing that I say she views as a new name I am trying out for her. Ya know, now that I describe it- maybe that is plain ol’ narcissism personality disorder. She probably needs to get over herself. What’s in a name, though?

Here is where the damage really becomes apparent. Yesterday I opened the car door and said “Hola Chica!” (i provide cultural diversity in this home.) Nina frowned at me and said “I not Hole-a Chica! I Nina!” It’s so odd how she can’t spell anything and yet she pronounces “Hola” like a middle aged tourist reading from the Spanish/English dictionary for the first time (pronouncing the “h.”) I love that. It makes me feel so superior. That’s wrong to think isn’t it? This same kind of scenario (minus the mental picture of the middle aged tourist with the camera around his neck and sun tan lotion on his nose) happened when I said “Bummer dude,” the other day. Granted I might need to update my vernacular, but it’s probably coming back around. She yelled out loud and proud “I not Bummer Dude, I Nina!” And I will agree she is rarely ever a bummer.

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