Puppygate 2005

Well, puppygate is finally over; good guys-1, evil adoption lady-0. After two months of paperwork, phone calls, and dog interviews, Jenny and I have our dog, and man, is she going to be spoiled. After a long haul of her being shifted from home to home, she's finally in a place where she can spend her days living the good dog's life.

We have never seen a dog like her. She is so good its spooky. Being only 1 1/2 years old, she is calm, listens to commands, and never had an accident in the house.

The dog moved right and and already thinks she owns this house. Where ever we are, she has to be, this includes at the table, on the couch, or even right in the bed. At night, once Jenny and I are nice and comfortable in bed, the dog jumps on up and inches her way up so her head is positioned on our pillows, right between our heads. Nice huh? Instead of saying goodnight to Jenny, I get a dog face looking right at me.

But beyond her little quirks, we think she's a keeper. Both Jenny and I love her. She even gets along great with Jake the cat. We can already see that they are gonna be friends.

So, last night as a treat, we decided to go for ice cream and take the dog with us. Just for fun, we ended up getting the dog a baby cone to try out. Man, I think she found her new favorite food. Once the first lick was made, she braced her legs, and positioned herself for some serious ice cream time. Liking the cone clean, she became an ice cream dog.

So our life with two animals begins. Jenny and I are starting ourselves the ideal suburbanite family here. Me and her, dog and cat, and in the future, maybe some little ones...but not for a while, haha.

Sit Ubu sit, good dog.

I am a Bad Blogger...

Fine, I admit it, I seriouly suck at updating this. It has been amost a month since my last post. I'm a lazy ass, so what. I've had lots of trials and tribulations in the past month that have kept me as busy as a sweatshop worker.

So, since this last post, I got called back to Oak Park Schools, but originally not the high school. I was called back to the desolate wilderness that is the Oak Park Academy, the alternative school for kids who can't "handle it" in the regular school. This was a trip, let me tell you...

I first expected to see tumbleweed fly past me in the hallways, as I first walked into the school. The "sheriff" of this one delinquent town was an old doctor guy who should of retired years ago. He greeted me, slapped a deputy sherrif badge on me and sent me on my way. As I walked though the hallway, I met the only other teacher in this school who warned me of stories of students who poured urine into the radiators and threw text books out of the windows. I truly was worried that the prisoners would be running this place.

On my last day of "professional development" at the academy, I was sent over to the high school for one last hoopla of school crap. I walked into the school, went into the office, and was greeted by an angel of school administration, the high school principal. At that point, I was parolled from the academy, and regained my position back at the high school. An entire gaggle of monkey were lifted off my back, and I breathed a sense of relief as I knew that my next year would be ok.

So, after a summer of job searching, sweating over how to pay a mortgage, and dreading having to work post-season at the good 'ol metro beach, I am free.

Free at last, thank God, I'm free at last!