The above (upon looking at my post, it's not really above, is it? It's beside this bit of writing) picture is a colored pencil drawing I did of my friend's dog, Daphne, quite some time ago. I know I have posted it elsewhere, in blogs of yore, but decided I would post it here as it has never been posted here, so therefore, is new, in a sense... Right? Anyway, Daphne is the dog that I stayed with for 4 days that made me decide that I am now a cat person. I like Daphne (I really do), but I think I like her best when I am visiting her, not living with her. She is a very naughty and needy dog. She whines all the time, she won't come inside when you call her and she is afraid of everything. As an example of her fear, when I threw a Cheeto at her, she went running to the bedroom and shrunk. Now, she has had Cheetos and other snacks tossed at her many times (and they are thrown so she can catch them and eat them, not as weapons), but this time she decided that it was scary. The other dog had no problem having Cheetos thrown at him. In fact, he was very very happy about it. I did tell my friend that a good name for Daphne's autobiography that would sort of illustrate her fear of non scary inanimate objects would be Chased by Cheetos.
In other news, I am very happy to be home (I suppose that isn't other news as I basically implied the fact in the prior paragraph). Although my sleep was interrupted this morning by the little apartment repair man. He was wondering if the washing machine was working o.k.. I told him the last time I used it, it was perfectly fine and maybe it was the other building. Hopefully that was the case and ours hasn't broken since Tuesday when I used it last. In the repair man's defense, it was 10:00, but I was catching up on all the sleep that I missed out on while I was away from home dealing with dogs. Oh, I do heart cats...
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