Ziggy comes home
We got a dog today. Don't ask. We went to the pet store for a fishtank, and returned for the dog. He's a Italian Greyhound, and his current name is Ziggy. We'll see if it sticks.
We got a dog today. Don't ask. We went to the pet store for a fishtank, and returned for the dog. He's a Italian Greyhound, and his current name is Ziggy. We'll see if it sticks.
We brought Ziggy home yesterday. This was my first attempt to bring him into the Horribles gang. Actually, this was my second attempt. Julie made fun of my first attempt and I decided to start over. I plan on simplifying him a bit in the coming days. He's a bit complicated to be with the others.
I wanted to post this yesterday, but the rain doodle already went live. We didn't bring Ziggy home until after 6pm. We went to the pet store to buy a fish tank for Julie's office. As Jerry, the petstore guy, was helping us get things together, I saw this skinny little dog in a pen. You know how they say dogs look like their owners? Yeah, he does. I'm not as cute, but I'm as skinny, and needy, and shivery, and ill-mannered. Well, maybe not the last one.
We left the store but kept talking about Ziggy. We finished setting up the fish tank in Julie's office at around 5:30pm. We decided to head back to the pet store for more information about him. As we drove and missed light after light, I was sure we would not make it before it closed at 6pm. As ever, I'm an impulsive buyer. Once I said I wanted him, more information would not be enough. Sure enough, we pull up at 5:54pm, and they're still open, and still willing to put together the puppy pack with Ziggy at its center.
After a night of constant Ziggy whining, I woke up ready to send Ziggy back to the pet store. I figured the amount we paid would be my Stupid Tax (stolen from "Fight Club"). After speaking to a few people today, we learned that whining is normal for a puppy first few days in a new house. While he's no longer dead-dog walking, I'm watching him closely. Very closely.
Julie thought a dog would be good training for monsters. After not sleeping much last night, I'm not sure I ever want monsters. I like sleep too much. We may have to stay with fish.
By popular demand (of the Julies), here are more Ziggy pics.
Ah, Ziggy. We may not be able to train you, but you are awfully cute when you're not trying to bite my fingers off or pooping on our rug.
We took him to Seward Park yesterday, and it turns out he's a fast dog. I'm still a bit faster at full sprint, but I know once he grows into his full size (he's about 7 pounds now, and should end up around 13-15 pounds), he will be faster than me. Ah, how the puppy surpasses his master. Or something like that.
Ziggy! I have a love/hate relationship with Ziggy. When he's a good dog, he's a great dog. He's fun to watch run at top speed in the dog park, great to cuddle with while watching movies or drawing doodles...of Ziggy, fun to take on a hike as he insists on saying hello to every person or dog that comes near him.
But there are times when I regret taking him home: when he's biting my hand, running around like a crazy animal, peeing on the carpet, refusing to do his business outside, stopping us from going away, shivering in his dog house (okay, that's more of a guilt thing than a bad dog thing).
I guess it's like any relationship: there is the good and the bad. He has gotten much better since we took him home. We still haven't figured out where to keep him, as being a porch dog in the winter may grow more difficult once the rain and cold set in.
When we first brought Ziggy home, getting him to pee outside was an accomplishment. It's amazing how little things feel so huge when you're in the moment and so inconsequential when you realize a few months later that you were celebrating your dog peeing in the garden.
Also known as Ari's theory. We were talking in the van about Ziggy and how much work it was to have a dog. Ari mentioned this proportional relationship, which is why I named it after him. Well, sort of.
I wanted to change the axis, as maintenance felt more like an X axis (something controllable), while cuteness made more sense on the Y axis (something that changes at a more proportionate rate in the population). Regrettably, my computer chose this weekend to finally die, less than a year after Julie bought it for me. This is the last Alienware computer for me.
Yes, I know that photographs have a rectangular border, not a circular one. I would have fixed this doodle, but my computer is dead, and the Illustrator file is sitting on the dead computer's harddrive. I do upload the Illustrator file to this site, but for reasons best explained by bad programming (and weakness in MySQL's storage of large blobs), it doesn't work, and I have not had time (or energy) to make it work.
The weekend is almost here, and with it, relaxation. These past two weeks I've been a bit off. I'm not sure if it's a light case of depression, or seasonal moodiness (which, come to think of it, probably amounts to the same thing). It is growing darker, colder, and more rainy. AS a result my energy levels have been particularly low, even at work. Hopefully I'll fight through it, and get back to working and planning for the Marathon.
I have a couple of ideas, none of which will probably amount to much. I hope to start writing again to warm up. Does this count? A little bit?
It's late, and I don't have much to say. Ziggy is five months old now, and his growing has slowed down. He'll probably grow a bit more, but he'll never be as big as the other dogs. I've learned to accept it. I hope he will too.
The weekend approaches, which means my second shot at computer rebuilding. I'll need to go to Fry's at least once more to exchange the motherboard, and hope the next one works better than the last one. This is my last chance. I figure if I can't do it this weekend, it won't be done by me. Julie is comfortable with my failing, and will probably be relieved once I finish this project and clean the computer room.
The answer seems know this week. As Ziggy becomes an inside dog, and begins to roam more freely, he's beginning to leave small presents for us scattered throughout the house. They say it's always worst before it improves. If that's the case, it'll be wonderful in no time.
I decided to post out of order again. The next Horrible in the queue is not one of my favorites, and it's taking me a while to move past it. It's not that it's terrible, but there's a (relatively boring) back story I want to write, and I haven't yet found the will.
So I decided to lead with this welcome back message that I drew a couple of days ago. I did miss posting new Horribles. I only managed to draw three or so doodles during the Marathon. I'm glad I waited, however. I couldn't stand not having a least a month's worth of backup doodles in the queue.
This fits in well with one of my goals in life: reduction of stress. Whether it's arriving at the airport three hours early or taking the vanpool to and from work to avoid driving in traffic, I do everything in my power to not put myself in situations that are stressful while in control. That last part is important: if I have some say over the situation, but my say is not sufficient to make a change, it creates much more stress than sitting by and watching something that I have no control over. For example, I'd rather sit in traffic in the passenger seat than drive in traffi, even thought by driving I still maintain a semblance of control. I'm not sure why I'm wired that way, but I am.
This is my favorite Ziggy doodle. It shows the only area we suceeded in training him: our dinner time. Ziggy will wait under the table until we finish. This is an incredibly long time for him to sit anywhere. This good behavior might have something to do with the tidbits of leftovers we feed him (from the kitchen) after we finish eating.
We brought Ziggy to a new dog park yesterday. We've been experimenting with different places to bring him on weekends. We were discussing it yesterday, and without Ziggy, we would spend much more time at home.
It snowed today. We had a few brief moments of grass sticking, but most of the snow melted on contact. Our four day weekend is just about over. Work this week should be slow, as most people take off the time between Christmas and New Years. While I don't usually like downtime at work, this will give me more time to work on NAIS.
I'm getting very close to sharing it with Chuck, which is the first step toward public release. There are a few more advanced administrator functions for the photos that are not yet done. I finished the basic layout, design, and back-end database and code. I'll have a few odds and ends to finish up once I post. The most important one is to combine the castofhorribles.com and NAIS databases, so I can avoid either double posting or migrating every time I post. (The current sewcrates.com just sucks the data off of castofhorribles.)
Jennifer visits for New Year's and Julie experiments with photography on Ziggy, who's now 8 months old.
When Button first arrived, I was a bit nervous: she was timid and didn't like Ziggy chasing her around and barking at her. Then ten minutes passed. They constantly play now, everywhere.
I didn't think anyone could keep up with Ziggy's energy, but Button hold her own. She ends up winning in most games: tug of war, chase the other dog around the couch at super high speeds, bite wrestle (where the winner gets a good nip at the ear), and many more we haven't been able to decipher yet. They slept together in the crate, and have learned some good (and not-so-good) habits from each other.
It's still too early to call it in the two-dog experiment, but it's looking good.
I cut back on my Horribles postings again. With preparing the Castle and finalizing the stuff for the Villa, I haven't had much time to doodle. That my computer still is acting weird hasn't helped things. I now only post on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I still have a nice backlog, and I'm averaging about a new Horrible every week, so things should continue to move along smoothly.
We lifted the Villa's inspection contingency yesterday, and the next step is closing, which is planned for March 31st. Julie has been doing a wonderful job of preparing our post-close activities, including getting people into the Castle to fix it up for showing, planning the Villa's dogroom, invisible fence, painting, and floor rebuffing. While doing that, she also picked out our new furniture and has arranged for it to be delivered after the contractors (should) finish. The earliest move-in date would be April 6, although it may be later, depending on how quick the contractors and movers work.
For now we wait and enjoy our last few weeks in the Castle. Jennifer is visiting this week, so we've been trying to entertain her.
And that's why we built a dogroom. Ziggy and Button have been doing wonderfully. As I mentioned yesterday, they are now fully trained on the invisible fence, and they spend much of their time chasing each other around our front and back yards like crazy dogs, wrestling, and making outrageous turns and jumps. Ziggy changes directions so suddenly that he sometimes falls over. It's great to watch them play: like two oversized rats zipping across our lawn.
Enough about dogs. (Thanks to the aforementioned dogroom, our lives are no longer ruled by them.) The weekend is rapidly approaching, and while the weather turned cold again this week, we're expecting more Spring-like weather next week--we'll keep our fingers crossed.
I managed to eek out a horrible Horrible yesterday. My queue is diminishing rapidly, and if I don't get adrawing, I may have to go on hiatus for a while. As of now, I have 22 doodles in storage, which means another 10 or so weeks of postings. I guess it's not terrible yet--it's only approaching terrible.
We haven't seen "Iron Man" yet, but with all the rave reviews coming from my friends, we plan to hit the theater this weekend. Julie and I couldn't think of the last time we saw a movie. We won't be able to say that on Monday.
Wow, it has been a long time since I drew this. It's dated January 29, which seems an impossibly long time ago. We've had Button for almost six months. She's much different from Ziggy: where he is gregarious and always looking to play, Button is more laid back. She's a terrific eater, elegant and sweet--when she's not trying to push Ziggy out of her way to get our attention.
This was my first attempt at drawing her when we returned from our Honeymoon (notice our fancy bathing suits). There are a few more coming up in the queue. I've not drawn the iggies in sometime. I'll have to rectify that soon.
Julie is complaining that I'm not posting often enough. I have to agree with her. I've fallen back into my rut of only posting on Horrible days. Another rectification is in order soon.
We are rapidly approaching Julie's birthday weekend. I made reservations at a Seattle restaurant for Saturday night (her birthday is on Sunday). I'll likely cook a fancy meal on Sunday--assuming we're not still stuffed from the Saturday night extravaganza.
Some random flowers and iggies around the Villa.
Good ol' doggies. They're a bit smelly but still very loveable. It's hot in Seattle today, almost Houston hot. I plan to bicycle home this evening in the heat. I'll let you know how that goes. (I actually won't, I was just saying.)
Things are afoot at work. Hopefully very good things. I'll know more about these things next week. For now, enjoy Button Mutton and Ziggy Wiggy in their element.
I'm hitting my stride with the next four or so horribles. My queue has grown lately as I've managed one or two doodles each night (except for video game nights).
We're off to NYC this weekend for Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Years.
It's more than almost here, it's here!
Feels like a Friday today. My mother is flying in this evening after Julie and I go out to our anniversary dinner. Very busy two weeks! First Joyce visits, now my mom. Lots of shopping planned for this weekend. And the forecast is clear and sunny and perfect. (Hopefully not too hot. I know my mother is just waiting to do her "I told you so" dance about our lack of air conditioning.)