Right now I’m very in love with the Suitical. We tried the cone last night but the puppy was not having it and she and I slept on the couch. Around 6 am she slinked from my feet up to my head and licked me awake, bashing me in the face with her cone in the process.
I wouldn’t say our other dog liked the cone when he had to wear one (and he had to wear it for close to three weeks because he could not leave his incision alone) but he at least was able to figure it out. The puppy…was less good at that part. Fortunately the Suitical fits her, she’s not complaining about it, and unsnapping a onesie so a little dog can go to the bathroom outside is not the worst thing I have ever done. We’ll see how the rest of the day goes but I am ready to order another one tout suite.
Last night was very quiet. We ordered out and watched a few episodes of Belgravia. If you’re not familiar, Belgravia is a Julian Fellowes joint, and it is the Fellowes-iest. It’s a lot like Downton Abbey but it’s also no Downton Abbey, if you know what I mean. It’s very beautiful if a little boring, and you can see the “shocking” “twists” coming from a mile away. Once you’ve put together how people are going to spin their schemes out over the season it all becomes sort of predictably annoying; also, watching all of these machinations unfold under a filigree of Regency/Victorian manners gets pretty tedious.
Today we are mostly taking it easy (my virtuous husband is working out) and taking care of the little patient. She is already fairly perky and I can tell I will be more than ready for her to return to school when the time comes. Our older dog was briefly scared of his sister last night after we brought her home, but today he is back to alternating between trying to get her to play and ignoring her, and she is back to doing inexplicable things such as trying to each mulch and gnawing on the legs of the metal kitchen stool.
I am hoping this is our last puppy milestone other than getting rid of the baby gates blocking off the kitchen. When we are finally done with those I know I will want to put them on the curb, though we will likely keep them in case any little dogs require confinement some other time. I do truly hate them, though, and will be very glad to chuck them in the basement.
This weekend we are going to make a booze wishlist and plan on replenishing our bar. My husband was horrified as he hauled out nearly empty bottle after nearly empty bottle in search of a nightcap earlier this week. Mostly we need whiskey and gin, but I wouldn’t frown at a new bottle of vodka, either. I feel about our bar the same way I do about the cases of wine I keep ordering: it’s not so much that I have big plans for all that liquor but I do like the idea of it being here when I want it. Like a booze savings account.
It snowed yesterday and this morning, which is…wack, considering this is May. At this point, it’s all just adding insult to injury, piling another sitcom crotch-kick on top of all the others we’ve sustained already this year. I don’t care that much because it will go away soon, but I refuse to get my winter coat back out so I’m cold all the time and probably look kind of dumb running errands in a raincoat when it’s snowing.
Now I must go distract the puppy from the squirrels outside before she blows open her Suitical.