Going, going....come on, get the heck out!

My cold seems to be leaving me in stages. First it was sore throat, stuffy nose, and headache. Yesterday I was at stuffy nose, headache....and today I'm sitting here with what feels like my brain in a vice-like grip. I wish this cold would just go away already....

I tried going back to sleep this morning after taking wee one to school. I managed to get in an hour before London couldn't hold it anymore and started pawing at my face. Then she moved on to licking my forehead and barking her shrill puppy-bark only two inches from my head....hmmmm, I wonder if that contributed to my aching cranium this morning? So, I scooped her up....which, by the way, is getting increasingly difficult to do as she seems to be growing at the speed of light....and took her outside. Of course she decided that her previously overflowing bladder could wait while she ran in circles, tried to eat some mulch, and generally wasted my time. It had also begun to rain which meant I would be treated to the oh-so-lovely aroma of "wet dog" when I came inside.

I'm going to have to start taking her out on a leash if she doesn't stop goofing off out there. This morning I woke up at 3 and she was sitting up looking at me. This is not usually the case with her, as she has a built in alarm system that typically goes off at 4:30 am, at which time I take her out. So, being that she was awake, and the fact that I didn't feel like steam cleaning at 3 am, I took her outside to go potty. Fast forward 2freaking4 minutes later (that was 24 minutes), I'm still standing there, begging her to go potty. However, she was quite content to follow the scent trail of every cat that had walked across the backyard in the last, oh, I'd say week. I finally had enough and took her inside. She never did go potty, and never had an accident. And when I took her out at 4:30? You guessed it....bam....as soon as we got out there she did her business and was done. See what happens when I mess with the schedule?

Now, after saying all that, this next paragraph is going to sound really stupid but....I'm thinking she needs a playmate. I know, why torture myself when I know that I am only going to double my own work? It's just....I feel guilty during the day when she has no one to play with. Is that normal? She is so good, and if I've been cleaning too long she will bring me the ball to remind me that it's time for her to do something other than chew her bone or lay around. You know, Percy was so old he would just sleep all day, and I forgot what it was like to have a puppy. Betsy was 5 when we got him, so he had an all day, built in playmate. I've mentioned my idea to the family and they are all for it. My problem is deciding what kind of dog to get. Should I stick with a Golden (everyone here is for that idea), or maybe get a smaller dog. There really are no other dogs I prefer....although I do have three other breeds in mind: Schnauzer, Pembroke Welsh Corgi, or Coton De Tulear. Let's put it to a vote....leave your choice in my comment section. (Of course, if we go with the Golden, I am going through our local Golden Retriever rescue group.)

Anyhoo....I suppose I should get off my arse and do something around here. I have to finish some laundry and since everything else seems to be in order, I should start sewing. It's great outside right now. Drizzly and cool....just the way I like it. Oh, I forgot that I have to run to the store to get some bread. It is very rare that we run out of bread around here, as wee one is the only one who eats it on a regular basis....in her lunch. Usually I end up tossing half a loaf. However, this last batch I got was unusuallystale. I'll have to make sure to check the dates on the next package....

Okay, I'm outta here for today....don't forget to vote....it's your duty as an American citizen! That and I just can't make up my mind!!!!