Cookies and a movie
Recently I’ve become the house cookies baker. My mom doesn’t bake stuff ’cuz she eats it on the way (I never got the raw-dough eaters) and since we’re a “healthy” family (diet pepsi healthy, not energy shake healthy) no one’s a big cookie eater. Except for me. I’m a cookie monster, a white one. My dad can eat 1 or 2 cookies a day with his coffee and say he ate too much… oh yeah, a real crazy eater. I, however, can eat 10 cookies and feel it’s not enough. I tend to bake cookies in the weekend, when the siblings come and take some back to their homes. Since I try not to eat 10 cookies a day on a regular basis, the cookies tend to dry out before we eat the majority of them and then it’s just like eating a rock with sugar and chocolate. Not that it keeps me away from those rocks, but it doesn’t taste THAT good.
I have a silly dream to actually take a baking class so I’ll know how to make GREAT cookies and not just average. And then, obviously since I don’t have a big cookie-crowd I’ll open a bakery of some sort and sell it to people. Unfortunately, those classes costs way too much, and that money already went for 3 years of actual academic education. But when I really think about it, it’s hard to see what communication and film studies will really bring me in life. It’s nice to take classes about Back to the Future and all, but how will that make me money? Wow, if I could make money from film and tv watching, I’d be a billionaire. A zillionaire. Can’t someone make that happen?
An ideal future will be combining cookies and film somehow. I’ll bake the cookies and screen films in my cute little bakery. I won’t just download them, I’ll buy DVDs and show special dvd features. How’s that for a money making idea. Since I can’t direct (and have no will to do so), and no one taught me how to write a screenplay (which I did have a will to do) and my communication skills suck ass, that seems like a good solution. I’ll just bake my cookies, listen to my kind of music (in the back room) and in the front room people will enjoy the Back to the Future trilogy or a Buffy marathon. Or perhaps my shop will have private booths and each will have an LCD (probably LED since it’s my dream and it should be perfect) that shows a different program for every group of people. And since my third love is dogs, I’ll have trained pups in the shop, who’ll be handing out change or something. But most importantly, there’ll be cookies allll over the place. Maybe, even cakes! And muffins. And cupcakes. And doughnuts. Yum yum I like my imaginary diabetes factory!
Upgrade needed
My baby nearly got eaten
Why do I even bother walking my dog with a leash?
Why do I even bother putting a muzzle on her mouth? Yes, it prevents her from eating shit on the street (literally..shit. and other shit) and get some nasty bowel disease. But on the other hand, it prevents her from protecting herself.
And if dumb people walk their bitch with no leash and no muzzle and let her jump on innocent dogs, my baby should be able to defend herself and bite that bitch in the ass!
Gosh, I never came back so shaken up from a walk with Skye. It started out fine.. then we saw a guy walking a horse..wait, a big Doberman, on the other side of the street. He/She was black, and tall, and pretty free with a long long leash behind him/her like he’s/she’s a harmless Pug. So Skye started barking and pushing, but that what happens when she sees a huge threat and I just said to myself how lucky we were for walking on the other side of the road.
Then, we quickly turned right to avoid the barking and pushing, and saw a lovely little doggie walking on his own. He got excited about Skye and decided to cross the road and nearly got hit by a car. But it was a circle, so the car slowed down and saw him. The doggie kept hopping towards us and then the love story began. They sniffed each other and circled each other, and doggie was excited and peed in the bush. Then he had enough of Skye’s booty and walked away. It was cute.
So we took another right turn to go back home then this huge black bitch, yes one of those scary dogs, came running towards us, no leash, no muzzle, and much bitterness and probably jealousy of the beauty of my precious Skye. The stupid couple were riding their bike and their evil bitch just started jumping on my dog! The woman called the man to come while I’m in the middle of the fight, trying to get the bitch away from Skye and I guess I could’ve gotten bitten also! It’s worth it though. I saw her face on Skye’s stomach and I shouted NO!. It was horrifying. Then the man came and held his bitch and I took Skye and checked her for wounds. Luckily, nothing was there and there was no bleeding. But I literally saw how my baby’s gonna be in pet hospital soon.
I was cold, and then I was sweaty. And shaking. and breathing heavily. And when we got home Skye saw my sister visiting and got excited, and probably forgot the whole thing happened.
Oh, and to top the stupidity of those people, when the dogs were finally apart the man said to me “when this kind of thing happens, you need to release your dog”. Thank you asshole!! Great tip! I’ll be an idiot like you and release my dog so the two could fight each other to the death.
People like that should be executed.
Like mother, like dog
I never know whether to refer to myself as Skye’s mom, sister, or bestest friend. I guess mom is closest to how I feel, ‘cuz I do call her baby. Usually it’s just ‘cuz she’s as needy as a new born baby girl. I don’t know if it’s in her half wolfish German shepherd half some-other-blonde-creature genes or that I influence her in any way, but the doggie seems to show some resembles to me.
First, it was the home-sick feeling. Home is where we’re both most comfortable in, our natural habitat where we feel safe and accepted. Whenever I take Skye out to some other closed place, she gets hysterical. Even my sister’s house – 15 minutes walk to Skye’s beloved big sister’s house, and once she enters the house she starts to cry and walk around all restless. Can’t wait to go back to her precious home! Just like me in.. almost every other space. Of course there’s also the car. A lot of dogs get anxious in a car (and freakishly thrilled to take their head out of the window), Skye is of course amongst them and she really can’t stop weeping throughout the entire trip. However, in my new car (which I haven’t named yet. Isn’t it traditional to name your first car? Or just for crazy people? I haven’t named my dashboard dog either. Shame) she acts differently. Mom was driving us to the vet (and Skye usually senses those things so she was supposed to cry even more) and I sat with baby doggie in the back. She was so calm! Like she does that every day! What the deuce. Like she knew it was OUR car, and no angry dad with rules about dog hair. She just looked outside the window with much pleasure.
But most importantly, after the visit to the vet I now realize just how much she resembles me. He said her reoccurring body-bitings (one big tail wound and several times on paws) might be a signal of anxiety. So… my baby got anxieties?? Shocking! I just stuff more chocolate/gum in my mouth but she chooses to bite herself. Silly dog. She was given anxiety pills, like a true sensitive soul. So my dog is on psych pills. How charming! One pill a day suppose to calm her down and make her forget about the tough society and hard life she’s a part of… When I feel bad and anxious it’s just relaxing lying next to her, or even just looking at her. I hope I didn’t infect her with my insecurities and fear of.. everything.
Nice to know there’s a bond between us other than, person who pets me on my head – dog who looks cute. We’re like 2 anxious, home-loving, sleep-addictive, food-fans soul mates! And one of us barks from time to time. So what.
