She has been an extremely good puppy today, very lovey and snuggly. I don't want to jinx us, but I think she's essentially housetrained, has been for awhile. She's very good about indicating that she needs (or wants) to go outside, and since she's stopped requiring that I go with her every time, I don't really care whether it's a need or a want. Trotting around after the gophers entertaining herself? Sure, whatever. We have two problems with the backyard. One is that we don't have the rocks to block access to the underside of the deck yet, so she keeps going under there to hunt gophers, and the other is that we haven't found all the prickly weeds in the wooded part of the back yard, so she keeps coming in with seeds stuck in her fur. It's been better -- markgritter uprooted several before he left, and we haven't needed to pick 20-30 of the little suckers out of her coat every time she comes in any more. But still: oof.
She is still working on learning how hard she is and is not allowed to bite. A ritual holding of my arm in her mouth is just fine with me as long as she doesn't clamp down -- she finds it comforting, when she's newly awake, to have her jaws around my arm while I rub her tummy, and as long as she isn't biting down, this is fine with me. She discovered the tummy rub for the first time in the first week we had her, and now she's a fiend for them, even when she's being just a general fiend. She would really love to chew on both toesies and shoes fairly hard, but this is on the list of Stupid Monkey Prohibitions.
Also in the first week we had her, she discovered that she farts. The first time, she looked at her butt like, "WHAT was that? Who did that?" Now she believes that her butt is the source of all flatulence. We don't have to blame the dog. The dog blames herself. We had "Blazing Saddles" on the other day, and the infamous campfire scene came on. Ista leaped up and glared at her butt, looking over her shoulder each time the movie made a farting noise.
She's a puppy, so she has a new Best! Thing! In! The! World! every few hours, but one of her consistent favorites is strollers, as they have wheels and monkey-puppies, two of her other favorites, all in one convenient package. When there are not monkey-puppies on the playground when we walk past, she gets disgruntled and looks to me as though I am to fix the situation.
Must do yesterday even though the world has not yet ended when I didn't:
Must do today:
Call Guthrie to figure out tickets
Write thank-you notes for anniverary presents
Really should try to do today so they're not on the list still tomorrow:
Send out "The Patient Geometers"
Would like to do today:
Post Sunday pictures from trip to London
Post cute puppy pic from the folks' house
Tomorrow markgritter's parents will be coming over in the afternoon, possibly also seagrit at some point. I wish this was a happy happy fun family occasion, that they were just vacationing in Minneapolis and came to meet the puppy. But unfortunately, seagrit's husband Jeff's mother has died, and they are here for the funeral. I didn't know Audrey well, but she gave me an awesome brother-in-law-in-law, and I'm really sorry for their loss.
Sarah says that Audrey's breast cancer was diagnosed way too late. Monthly breast self-exams and regular mammograms for people of the appropriate age don't solve everything, but they do catch some of the problems while they're at an early stage. Doesn't take long, and it can buy you years. Please take the time to do it yourself or encourage someone you love, depending on which is more appropriate in your situation. This is important.