Well, Django's back. That didn't last long. Unfortunately, A's life seems to be too complicated right now for her to take care of what is, after all, her dog and thus there was a whole terrible late night argh argh argh thing with hysterical phone calls and shouting and all that sort of delightful thing. So naturally he's back at my house. He seems a bit chastened and quieter though - he's been back for almost 24 hours and he's only gnawed a bit on one of my Danskos, and since it's one that he already chewed up months ago, the extra damage is not too bad. And the fence reinforcement also seems to have worked. On the other hand, M was home all day with him today and that always helps; tomorrow will be an acid test. God. But I guess we all knew that of course I don't have the guts or toughness or whatever it is that is required to be like my mother or any of the sterner women of a previous generation who had no trouble banishing destructive dogs. Pity, that.
In other news I finally used the Barnes & Noble gift card my brother got me for mother's day and I am deliriously happily planning to never leave the house again except for work. Katherine Kerr! Charles Stross! Charles de Lint! and Iain M. Banks! Also, I got myself more Modest Mouse - The Moon and Antarctica because Tiny Cities Made of Ashes is one of my favorite songs in the whole world. I most heartily recommend, by the way, the Pandora Modest Mouse station. So far of everything I've plugged into Pandora, that one comes out with the most diverse and coollest mix and I listen to it all day at work and it makes me happy. Plus it pretty much always plays not only Ike Reilly but also the Apples in Stereo and this is good.
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maybe you should sedate django when you leave the house. it always works for my little terror of love.
That is such a beautiful dog, but that first year or two, damn, they sure can chew stuff up.
Have you noticed any change at all in Django since the operation? It sounds like he's the same -- or maybe worse?
So far it hasn't made a damn bit of difference. He certainly hasn't noticed it at all - I told you he was dumb. He really is about the most destructive dog I've ever had with the possible exception of Jackson the psychotic blind brain tumor hound, but at least Django, unlike Jackson, doesn't have a mean or aggressive bone in his body. That's why it's so hard to get rid of him. He's sweet as pie - he just can't be alone for a red hot minute. Maybe doggie downers ARE the way to go. I wonder how dogs do on Clonopin.
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