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an open letter to dogs (brought to you by the best of craigslist)
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/nyc/12094615.html
Dear Dogs
When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two dogs in the way.
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by Nascar and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help, because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs sleeping, they can actually curl up in a ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but doggy sarcasm.
When I am playing the pinball machine, jumping up and trying to grab the ball through the glass is not helpful. Barking at me because I'm not helping you achieve your goal does not win you any extra brownie points.
My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years, canine attendance is not mandatory.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dogs butt. I cannot stress this enough. It would be such a simple change for you.
Thank you...Mom
In other news, I had a really great day yesterday. This rarely happens on Tuesdays, especially without the requisite post-choir margarita, which was foregone due to the evil evil traffic caused by an accident on Greenbelt Road, coupled with Chevy's having last call at 10:15. Yesterday's weather was beautiful, my office was a reasonable temperature, I had a delightful lunch date, went home early, got to go on a bike ride (6 miles/35 minutes - I love the huge downhill from my house to the lake, although the back up at the end is less fun), had leftover Chicken Makhani for dinner, sang well at choir (even if I can't say the same for the soprano section at large), did groceries, and slept peacefully. I love Fall.
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Happy fall.
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