I thought I’d post something completely off topic, because even I’m boring myself by talking about my webisode so much (even though not much is going on OTHER than that, but still). 😀 I present to you: CUBBY.

Yes, he’s cute. And soulful. We’ve had him for 4 months now, got him at the pound during a “no-kill” adoption weekend. He was there for 2 months! 🙁 I can only thank that shelter for keeping their animals around that long, usually they only have a week. He was in a cage with a very barky dog, and only on the second pass around did we see him in the back of the cage, looking depressed. We called to him and he came up, put his paw in the gate and looked up at us like, “Get me the hell out of here.” And we did!

Cubby is pretty perfect. He’s quiet, he doesn’t drool a lot, he doesn’t chew on anything, he always has an amused glance ready for when he trips over something or falls off the car seat because I have a bad habit of slamming on the breaks. He loves to play with a tennis ball, but he only has 4 or 5 throws in him before he decides “Ok, let’s go in so I can have a snack now.”

He’s perfect except for one thing: His anxiety disorder. Yes, my neurosis even extends to my dog. He’s silent when we’re around, but he can’t be alone at home by himself without barking incessantly. We got a little crate that we have to put him in while we leave the house because he scratches at the windows and ruins them. I understand this is common in rescue dogs. He’s getting much better, but he’s still very anxious and upset when we get home from going out, which makes me feel like a bad parent. I’m going to hire a dog trainer to come help us, because I want him to be able to watch Animal Planet while we’re gone and not be anxious.

The weirdest thing that’s happened since we got the dog is that his poop has become a topic of conversation. After a walk it’s always, “Did he poop? Yes, he pooped.” Why the hell is that even UTTERED?! How has that become a normal question?! What have we become?!?  I know, too much information, but I’m hoping this is a universal phenomenon, other than a personal one. I’ve never asked another human about their poop, I promise. Really weird.

I hear this becomes common if you have a baby. My cousin even wrote down her baby’s schedule in a little diary which totally creeped me out. Doctor’s orders. That’s something you want her to show your date when you’re 16, eh?

I’m going to regret posting this, I know. Oh well. 😀