I used to take lots of pictures. Thousands. But now that I'm learning a bit more about photography, I'm realizing my pictures are really amateur. Probably doesn't bother my 4 loyal readers, but it bugs the snot out of me, cause I only want to produce perfect and gorgeous content.
Yes, I suffer from Blog Envy.
You know what else I suffer from? Trained dog envy.
My dog is quasi trained, or more realistically, I am quasi trained. Which means she'll sit on command, but as soon as she receives her "good girl" and head skritchy praise, she's right back to jumping around like a lunatic. (She is, we've determined, part Jack Russell Terrier. Jack's are of course notoriously smart and notoriously lunatic)
Case in point. She will not get on the TABLE, unless our backs are turned. Once the backs are turned though, whoop there goes another grilled cheese sandwich.
She figured out how to open the lidded step can wastebasket. You see, Kleenex are in there. And there's nothing so fun for this dog as a Kleenex shredding episode. Except maybe for stuffed animal shredding, or pencil chewing. Yep, pencil chewing's right up there.
I had this cat once who loved, and I mean LOVED to chew on drinking straws. In fact he would play "fetch" with straws. If you threw one for him, he'd chase it, pick it up and bring it back and drop it at your feet. It was cute and funny, until he started jumping on the table whenever I had a drink from say a fast food establishment and pulling the straw out of the cup with his teeth. I will say this for him, he never spilled my drink, so that's good.
At least my children are mostly trained. Still can't seem to put dishes in the dishwasher when no one's looking, or hang a towel up to save their lives. But I can take them out into public without fear of embarrassment. Or at least fear of extreme embarrassment. Though I do often feel the need to mention my seven year old "did her own hair." (don't want anyone thinking that I created that cockeyed pony tail)
All this to say, that for today, no pictures on the blog. Maybe tomorrow??? Probably not. Maybe at least once in December.
|Seagull in flight at Seaside Oregon, November 2012. Taken by me.|