About a month ago I posted an update on the blog which covered a bunch of different topics including the possibility of getting a dog. As soon as it went up, my dad called to let me know how much work a dog is, they take up a lot of time, and have their own expenses. My dad’s advice—and I’m not even kidding (love you, dad)—was, “Have a baby.”
Babies aren’t any work, don’t take up your time, and cost virtually nothing, right? Ha!
After I stopped laughing about my dad’s ridiculous appeal to be a grandparent right away, my husband and I made our first move toward becoming dog parents. In order to determine what age pup would be best for us, we decided to try our hand at fostering with a local labrador rescue. The day after Thanksgiving we brought home our first pup, Ian.
As Ian lays next to me in the office, snoring away, I have to admit he’s seriously one of the best trained labs I’ve ever encountered. He’s 18 months old and during the time that we’ve had him he hasn’t eaten anything other than dog food and treats, had any accidents or even barked, and he’s learned to sit and to lay down (almost). He also willingly goes into his crate if we need to leave or if he is just looking for a new napping spot and walks very well on a leash. He loves the cow we had waiting for him, but isn’t as fond of his dog socks.
That’s right. Dog socks. I am totally ridiculous and I bought dog socks to help keep him from sliding around like a maniac on our hardwood floors (and to help minimize dog toenail damage). Despite how silly he looks, it really has helped his traction. I swear!
We’ve already heard from folks who are interested in visiting Ian and adopting him. I can’t imagine anyone coming to meet this adorable guy and not wanting to take him home right away so we will probably be saying goodbye to him this weekend.
It’s going to be hard to let go even though we’ve only had him a short time, but if we can focus on the positive, I’m sure there will be more lab fostering (and a possible adoption) in 2012.
Apparently I have lost my skills when it comes to the fine art of hard boiling eggs. After my previous misadventure in the kitchen I took a few months off, but today I thought I was ready to once again attempt the arduous task.
Alas, I was seriously mistaken.
This time I am not really sure what went wrong. I put three eggs in the small pot, filled it with water and turned the heat on high to get it boiling. Once it did, I turned it down to simmer and set the timer for 10 minutes. Shortly before the timer was about to go off I started smelling something terrible and very egg-y. I quickly went to the kitchen to see what had gone wrong and found that one of the eggs had basically exploded, covering the other two eggs in slimy goop and making the water look like egg drop soup.
I managed to salvage the two intact eggs, but oh the smell! A few weeks ago we removed the screen off of our front door, but today I had to get fresh air in here and have left the door open to the insect world for the last hour in an attempt to air this joint out. I’ve also got a pot of water with a cinnamon stick and cloves simmering on the stove. That smells a whole lot better, but I am not sure if it is going to save the house from the funk that has filled it. Perhaps the kitchen is trying to tell me to keep out. Maybe I should listen.