Confessions Of A Lazy Blogger

I just looked back through the archives and realized this blog has really turned into nothing but Sassafras. I don't even know if anybody misses regular entries or if people prefer nothing but Sassafras. I, on the other hand, miss writing about what wacky things happen around here. Unfortunately, nothing exceptionally wacky has happened lately.

There is one thing I've been meaning to write about. I already wrote about Buddy dying, but I never wrote about Little Dog. No, she didn't die. She had a nervous breakdown after Buddy died. At least that's how The Man diagnosed it. She was peeing and pooping in the house. He would shampoo the carpet about every two weeks, but he said the house still smelled like dog pee. We were thinking about just taking her to the pound, or even to the vet and have them put her to sleep, but then my brother-in-law stopped by and said he would take her. Since he's the one who gave her to us, that seemed like the perfect solution. She got to play outside all day with his dogs.

We were worried about what would happen this winter because she doesn't like the cold at all. Luckily for Little Dog, a friend of my brother-in-law saw her and fell in love. His mom, or some old lady that he knows, just lost her little dog, so he took Little Dog home with him. Now not only is some little old lady spoiling Little Dog rotten, that guy that picked her up takes her to work with him every day, so she gets to drive around in a great big dump truck and bark at everybody. Sweet life for a little dog.

We decided we weren't going to get another dog for a while. So, of course, we already have another dog. Last week my husband came home with a 9 month old wiener dog from the same animal shelter we got our first cat at. His name was Hunter, but nobody liked that name. The dog didn't even seem to like it. The Man thinks Snoopy is a good name, even though Snoopy was a beagle, not a wiener, but he mostly just calls him Little Man.

He's a big cuddler, but stingy with the kisses. Nothing like Little Dog, who would kiss you until she rubbed all the skin off your arm or cheek or wherever she was licking. If you weren't careful she was also quick to give you a wet willie. He'll give me a tiny little kiss once in a while, but mostly if you ask him for kisses he just looks at you like he doesn't understand English, even though everybody knows dogs understand everything you say. They just ignore you most of the time. Of course, they aren't as bad as cats, who don't just ignore you, they make sure you know they're ignoring you.