trash can attacks dog
Yogi ran into trouble this morning. I was showering, the bathroom door was closed. I heard his familiar thump of him laying down heavily against the door. Suddenly there was a crazy scratching of his claws on the hardwoods, some other rustling and then the sounds of him hauling ass out of there for some reason. I didn’t hear anything break, so I figured something just spooked him. Well when I opened the door, the trashcan was over on it’s side, some of the contents on the floor. I cleaned it up and called my big orange buddy into the room. He had that guilty dog look on his face. Right as I had righted the can, the bag inside crinkled. He snapped into his ready to attack pose tightening his jowls and lowering his stare at the can… “YOU WANT SOME MORE CAN? YOU’RE LUCKY MY DADDY IS HERE OR I WOULD MESS YOU UP!”
So apparently, Yogi startled for some reason, knocked over the trashcan, which in turn scared this shit out of him. My dog is so tough … and smart.
I talked to Van and Viv for a while last night, we reviewed our to do list for the upcoming Christmas visit. Viv sure does want to throw snow down my father’s pants. Bubs really wants to roast marshmallows in my wood burning stove and have some hot cocoa. The turkey day hole in my heart is closing a little more and now merely sounds like a weak mitral valve prolapse.
I’ve got two new development clients I will hopefully be bringing on board this week too. More work will be good. My plan two weeks ago was to cut back on the number of customers, but at this point, the last thing I can do is turn work away.
I put in a couple hours on the NitroVideo PERL, made some changes for Wheelies (LarryMac and I were supposed to get together but he had a family emergency at the last minute), and then I made some changes to It Will All Be Over Soon (woo!). I pulled that beat back that was clipping a bit, added an octave guitar part (soaked with a heaping spoonful of rotary mod) to the big section (starting around 1:20), and a slow thin lead to that same section. I’m digging this song a lot.
The Flyers looked sloppy last night in their loss to the Bruins. Biron looked terrible as did the disinterested skaters in front of him. I couldn’t believe Eager turtled when he lost position in his scrap with Reich. There will be a healthy suspension handed to Scottie Hartnell for a nasty hit against the dasher on Alberts. I hope they can get some consistency going forward. Biron has been pulled in his last three games he started. I don’t think Nitty is a better option in net, but perhaps watching Antero play a few games is the wake up call Marty needs.
- Maglev Trains in the US – Bubs will love this
- Dick’s Sporting Goods Acquires Chick’s Sporting Goods – that’s right Chicks with Dicks
- Rusty Animal Sculptures
- My Sharpie
- Dear Rockers
- Swing Act – the woman in this vid is Charly (aka The Devilicia Project) who I did two collabs with – furious Don’t Know and Dublin (which I can’t find the MP3 right now, but I will)
November 27th, 2007 at 11:10 am
I often times feel the need to attach my garbage can as well. Crinkling plastic gives me the willies.
November 27th, 2007 at 11:21 am
I’ve needed to be peeled from the ceiling a time or two when startled with crinkly paper and stuff. Of course it was after a few lattes, but I don’t see the connection.
November 27th, 2007 at 11:23 am
Rose will run from the other end of the house to see what exciting thing lives in the crinkly paper. Is it a PowerBar?? Chips?? She will insist on actually smelling the paper before she’ll let it alone.
Maybe Yogi needs a berry powerbar or two.
Yea new clients! Yea Christmas!
November 27th, 2007 at 12:08 pm
Well I’d certainly trade for those ones. The sporting references are beyond me I’m afraid. Glad you’re managing to divide up lists for the holidays.
Cheers
November 27th, 2007 at 12:18 pm
The song is sounding good! Glad to hear that the heart hole heals.
Yogi’s right to be cautious. A shocking number of large dogs are maimed every year during altercations with trash cans.
November 27th, 2007 at 12:26 pm
Christy – I say you strike the cans first, that was Yogi’s approach
Lorrie – *crinkle*
Open Grove Claudia – the last thing this dog needs is more energy
Maddy – like me, my kids love the power of the to do list
Chris – thank you for listening! maybe i’ll start some sort of foundation offering support to trash can fearing dogs
November 27th, 2007 at 12:51 pm
oh, how i wish something clever would emerge to say. have noticed that the overwhelming efficiency of the trash compactor has outweighed my mad desire to yank it out and install a wine cooling unit. it please me so much now that i’m only taking trash down the endless driveway every other week that i’ve decided to settle for having the sexiest beer fridge on the block. (trash compactor does not scare big girl dog<—see look, there was the tie in to my rambling comment)
November 27th, 2007 at 1:04 pm
Glad to hear you are feeling better!
Man that Flyers game was ugly, it made me resort to watching some WWE…..
November 27th, 2007 at 1:48 pm
liv – you pulled that in nicely, well played
Mike D. – you just said out loud that you watched some WWE
November 27th, 2007 at 3:39 pm
Yup, you never know when crinkly plastic will attack the dog.
November 27th, 2007 at 3:57 pm
Jazz – which is why Yogi is always ready, he’s like a big orange ninja
November 27th, 2007 at 5:37 pm
Sounds like your dog needs a small furry rodent for a pet, inside one of those “hamster ball” things. That would mess him up for weeks.
November 27th, 2007 at 7:30 pm
meno – that is a brilliant idea
November 27th, 2007 at 8:22 pm
Yay!!! I’m happy to read. Thankies Van!!! How about a new collab sometimes?
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November 27th, 2007 at 8:32 pm
My dog often makes that YELP noise while scratching his own ear. Then he looks at me like it’s my fault. Dog’s are embarrassing.
November 27th, 2007 at 9:16 pm
I had a dog once that loved everyone and everything except the paperboy. Of course, he was constantly tortured by the squirrels in our yard. The dog, I mean, not the paperboy. Anyway, he had issues. Hmmm, wonder if vodka could have cured that!
November 27th, 2007 at 10:20 pm
If you need a fill-in to throw snow down your pants in the meantime, I suppose I could help.
November 28th, 2007 at 9:22 am
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November 28th, 2007 at 10:39 am
Charly – definitely, Dublin and furious Don’t Know are two of my faves
Franki – put that pink hat on the dog
Mary – the dog saw that the paperboy and squirrels were in cahoots. and yes, vodka cures all.
Dyna Girl – not my pants, my Dad is the target
November 28th, 2007 at 2:32 pm
Huh. Hmm. Yeah, I got nothin’.
November 28th, 2007 at 2:53 pm
flutter – that nothin’ is still somethin’. so thanks for nothin’
November 29th, 2007 at 2:55 am
I had a little terrier that found the trash can menacing and decided the best defense was a good offense. He was always approaching the trash can with teeth bared.
He also hated the vacuum, even when it was turned off and “sleeping” in the closet.
My cocker spaniel used to be freaked by steam rising out of a coffee cup…
November 29th, 2007 at 9:45 am
V-Grrrl – remind me not to ask you to train any dogs