the battle of the floodlights and other harrowing tales.
I also love to leave it on until morning. Because it makes me feel safer. And I like to look out every once in a while and make sure things look in order. You know, the tree is still there, the grass is still there and the bunny rabbits are still there.
Okay, so after about a month of leaving it on, I noticed an annoying glare coming into our bedroom window. Nick came in just as I had noticed it and said “Honey, I think they have that light on because of us.”
You see, our neighbors behind us apparently have the same sort of floodlight. And they had it turned on. At 11 p.m. And they didn’t turn it off all night.
We turned ours off though. We got the point. We felt badly. And the next night, both backyards were dark again. I guess they won the battle of the floodlights. Too bad we don’t even know their names.
Just about the same time as the floodlight episode, Gus started puking again. Twice a day. All his food. There on the floor. It’s a beautiful thing. So beautiful that I have to look away and have Nick clean it up. I decided it was the dog food’s fault, so I spent 30 minutes preparing Gus his “sick doggy” meal. It’s basically cooked ground beef, white rice and cottage cheese all mixed up into a nasty dog casserole. He also got to drink Gatorade. He was in doggy heaven. He loved being fed food that was in one of my “people pots,” he loved eating food normally eaten by “humans” and basically, he probably loved not throwing it up. After two days of nonsense, I threw the dog stroganoff away, and gave him his regular food again. Last night, he threw it up. I wonder if he did it on purpose.
He also ran in from pooping yesterday and I noticed some leftover residue on his cute little behind. So, I grabbed a paper towel to get at it and it wouldn’t come off. It was stringy and stuck. And I fear it was a tape worm. So, I pulled it out and threw it away and I asked myself how I am so okay pulling nastiness out of my dog’s butt, but how I can’t stand to even be near his puke? It’s a mystery even to me.