Well, obviously Tuesday wasn’t too super yesterday. I’ll admit, I’m just pooped when I get home and would rather watch SVU than update. Luckily, I didn’t have to dissect an eyeball and scooted home to watch. Man, it was intense!

So today we’ll have looking forward to… Wednesday. As most of you know, I am the lady who treats her pets like children. They do actually act like toddlers most of the time and I am almost convinced I don’t need any human children.  I’m constantly breaking up play fights that get too rowdy, have to pet proof everything, cleaning up barf, and even been urinated on in the middle of the night. Twice.    

And yet, I couldn’t live without them.

Boo is my little cat dog. We adopted her as a companion for Tuesday about two months ago from the city animal shelter. I almost always end up calling my pets baby names, so I needed a name that would lend itself to that. Inspired by a great story, Boo Radley was born (even though she is a girl). Looking back, we should have named her “cat” or “ke-ke”, as those are the names we call her. And Blake sometimes likes to call her “boosephus”. Oh well. 
She is such a little rascal, always getting into things - especially the trash.  Boo is full of personality too, meowing until someone answers her back and perpetually sticking her tongue out.

Then there is Tuesday.

Tuesday’s story is a little longer - almost four years ago my little brother begged my mom to let him get a dog from some friends who had a farm dog with puppies. Being a big softy she let him get the smallest one. To my chagrin he named her Tuesday after a Lynyrd Skynyrd song.  “Tuesdays Gone”-great name for a beagle.  He wanted a dog that would follow him around and automatically do what he wanted it to do. Not the story with puppies. Tuesday chewed through many things, including the telephone cord and my high school yearbooks, so she wound up living outside. Let it be known that I love my brother more than anything, but he is an awful pet owner.  He had to be reminded to feed her, hardly paid attention to her at all, and I wanted to beat the stuffing out of him when I found her crate filled with urine soaked towels. 
No one really wanted to pay attention to her because she was so hyper.  I vowed that when I got out of school and didn’t live in the dorms that I would take her. Blake really didn’t know he was getting a package deal when he married me.
So after we got back from our honeymoon and moved into our apartment, Tuesday came to live with us. We started taking her to obedience classes, which was really a lot of fun for us to do together. After I started working & Blake went back to school, we videotaped her and found out she was howling for hours while we were gone. Trying all of the training techniques to no avail, the vet put her on anti-anxiety medicine. She has almost as many neuroses as her mother! She also has to take half a tablet of pepcid ac because she was throwing up every morning. Tuesday is my little baby dog, who sleeps with her head on the pillow and sigh dramatically at you just like a person. She is also very smart, waiting until we go to bed to try and sneak some poop out of the cat box. She knows to growl at me instead of Blake because I will make him take her outside to use the bathroom.  I know I sound like a loon, but she is such a good companion. I love her dearly and am just as unhealthily attached to her as she is to me.

Finally getting to the looking forward to… I found this cute website of a dog bakery in Boston. Look out Polka Dog, here we come!

Oh, and another thing, Blake and I have survived married life ten months today! I’m looking forward to seeing what happens in the next ten.

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