Everyday Counts

2 Jun

Today, I got frustrated about work and life and left 1 almost-incoherent message for a friend of mine. Luckily, true friendship means never having to say “what the hell did you say in your message? You make no sense” and she called back quickly, and with a lot of sympathy. 

I had 2 cups of coffee. 

I tripped 3 times. Once, over my computer cord. Once, over a dog. And again, apparently, over my own feet.

I received 4 phone calls from telemarketers. You can congratulate me, because I won a fabulous trip, became eligible for lower car insurance  and mortgage payments, and was selected to participate in a brief survey. I know, some people have all the luck.

I ate 5 yogurt-covered pretzels. I know it was exactly 5 because that’s how many I took out of the package before putting it away. (Then, to reward myself for having such good pretzel control, I had a cookie.)

I checked my email mid-morning and had 6 new messages. My Amazon order had been shipped. My saved job search didn’t have any good news. Four emails were from work–I needed to make changes to things I had written because the clients thought there should be a lot more information included. I spent the next few hours cramming more details into a 200-ish word limit. Torture.

I went to get something out of my car and found the street lined with vehicles. There were two hybrids, three Old Person cars (clunky tanks and tanky clunkers), one convertible and one mo-ped. That’s right, 7 vehicles. I stood there pondering them for awhile. Was someone having a party? Our only neighbors are elderly retired folks or young, professional parents with young, well-behaved kids. Besides, it was the middle of a Thursday afternoon, there was no professional sports game on television, and it wasn’t a major or minor holiday. I’m thinking that the older couple who live across the street from us were having a get-together–but just think about the range of personalities that must have been there, judging from the car types.

I hid all of the squeaky dog toys in the house. Yes, there are 8 of them–two for each dog. I know it was kind of cruel to take away their toys, but the sound of multiple squeakers being squeaked out of sync got to me. I was like a twitchy, paranoid, crazy person. The squeaky noises came from under beds, in closets, under my chair. I would look down, and there was a toy on my foot. (Lucy often puts her toy there as if to say “Look, I am making it really easy for you to play with me. I’m just going to leave this riiiiiiight here.) I went around gathering toys like the Grinch and I’m not sorry. (I gave them back eventually–how can you resist puppy dog eyes?)

I found 9 socks without mates in a pile in our spare room. This bothers me a lot, because I have no idea where the rest could be. I put these poor lost souls in a drawer but I’m pretty positive that I’ll forget they’re there, and then the cycle will begin again. It’s enough to make you believe in sock-stealing trolls. 

Our dog Molly has been sick and had to stay at the vet’s overnight last night. (More details on that later.) My mom and I were 10 minutes late picking her up, but then they were about 10 minutes late letting us in to see her. Poor thing was trembling like a leaf. For the car ride home, I wrapped her in a blanket like a little hairy baby and she stared at me the whole time. You were twenty minutes late, her eyes said. Dogs can count, you know.

Molly, post vet

13 Responses to “Everyday Counts”

  1. Snoring Dog Studio June 3, 2011 at 4:45 am #

    One of the best, most endearing posts I’ve ever read! And it was my first read of the day. What a great start to my morning. My dogs have squeakless toys becuz after a half hour of listening to the noise, I take a pen, jam it into the toy and destroy the noisemakers.

    • Oh My Words! June 3, 2011 at 1:50 pm #

      Really? Awww–thanks! I’m very glad you enjoyed it.

      I’ve tried to give the dogs non-squeaking toys, but they aren’t really interested–I think they like making the toy squeak for mercy.

  2. Lilee June 3, 2011 at 7:08 am #

    My dog does the whole, “Look, I am making it really easy for you to play with me. I’m just going to leave this riiiiiiight here.” thing too and then if I don’t pick it up he will continually push it with his nose and shove it against me until I give in. Eventually I always give in, like you said, it’s hard to resist those puppy eyes.

    • Oh My Words! June 3, 2011 at 1:55 pm #

      EXACTLY! Their diabolical adorableness gets to you every time.

      • Lilee June 3, 2011 at 2:09 pm #

        I was actually in bed sick this week and didn’t want to play, he brought his rope toy on the bed, shoved it against my hand 4 or 5 times before somehow managing to throw it in the air himself which resulted in it landing on my forehead! Not fun. 😦 I was mad til I saw those eyes…then I loved him again. BTW…our dog prefers rope toys which means I win b/c there’s no squeak!

  3. Ash June 3, 2011 at 8:26 am #

    Dogs can definitely count. Whenever I go home to see my parents their dog looks at me and says “You left me here with these people for three weeks, don’t you know how crazy they are!?!?”

    • Oh My Words! June 3, 2011 at 1:57 pm #

      Gotta love that homecoming! Whenever I came home from college for a break, the dog-greeting is what I most looked forward to 🙂

  4. Kim Pugliano June 3, 2011 at 8:26 am #

    Great post and since we’re all comparing dogs, my little dog will stand with one paw on a tennis ball and stare at us until we attempt to retrieve said ball whereupon he will suddenly grab it in his mouth and run away for us to chase him. My husband will completely ignore him. He will put his hand up so he can’t see Luke’s eyes boring into him and Luke will simply pick up the ball, move 3 inches to the left, place his paw back on the ball and resume his staring. The record of this staring without playing is 20 minutes.

    • Oh My Words! June 3, 2011 at 1:58 pm #

      awwwww too cute! So, tell us–does your husband eventually throw it? Who usually wins the standoff?

  5. Natalie June 4, 2011 at 8:40 am #

    Wow what a day! I smiled through the whole post — thanks so much for a bright beginning to my day. P.S. My dog was bored with her own toys yesterday, so she quietly stole one of the cats toys to chew on. I warned her that Kitty Friend would not like that, but she just smiled and continued to chew it up.

    • Oh My Words! June 4, 2011 at 7:05 pm #

      You’re very welcome! I am smiling after learning that you smiled through the whole post!

      Did Kitty Friend ever retaliate? I imagine a cat toy would be tempting if you were a dog and bored with dog toys…

  6. Flamingo Dancer June 9, 2011 at 6:39 pm #

    Smiled my way through your post, today. Loved it!
    Why do socks refuse tor remain a pair? Do they not believe in monogamy?


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