-Kajsa dogs shouldn`t sleep that way.
-Mom I am not a dog I am me.
Tag: Crazy
My girl
I love my cute little girl.
Crazy
When you have an animal your life is never boring. You never know what that animal will do!
I have had the great pleasure of having dogs around me almost all my life and there has been some craziness through the years. Everyone that has experienced having a puppy for instance know what it’s like. Kajsa was, and still is, crazy. Like many puppies she liked to chew on things. She destroyed credit cards, shoes and furniture. My things were more fun than all her toys! For me that was just things that could be replaced and I didn’t care when I found pieces of shoes everywhere. Another thing she did was, if I dropped her leash she took off and I often found her playing with new dogfriends. Everytime that happened I thought I had lost her and was happy to find her playing.
When you are an animal owner it helps with a little bit of “what has happened has happened” attitude towards life. When your dog has chewed on your shoes there’s nothing to do about it. You can’t ask your dog for a new pair of shoes and “what has happened has happened”.
Kajsa drives me crazy all the time and I sometimes think “your new home is the balcony”. Of course that would never happen, but I think many dog owner have thoughts like that! She is crazy but I love her that way! If she wasn’t all over the place she wouldn’t be my girl.
What do you mean I’m crazy.
Power
This girl is either calm or not that calm.
Calm
On the go.
Laugh
My mom always makes me laugh. We have the same sense of humour. She tells me about things in her life and it often makes me laugh. This happened a long time ago but even to this day it`s one of the funniest thing she has told me. When she told me the first time I laughed so much I almost cried.
One of my mom`s friends is also the mom of a friend of mine (did you get it??????). My mom`s friend grew up on an island that is a popular summer vacation place. The friend kept her family home after her mom moved away. Me and my mom used to go there during the summer sometimes. Anyway, my mom`s friend eventually sold the house but another friend that also grew up on that island kept her family home as a “holiday house”. My mom, her “island friend”, the friend who kept her family home and some other women used to spend a weekend every fall in that family home. They were close friends and spent the weekend there cooking and going to a dance club.
This particular weekend they arrived at the house and like always they decided which room they each would get. There were many rooms in that house and my mom got a small narrow one. She is a bit claustrophobic and felt the room was too small for her. She decided to open the window to get some air in the room. She opened the window and suddenly a sworm of flies filled the room! There were hundreds of them! They had somehow been stuck in the window and when my mom opened it they went off. They filled up the whole room and my mom was in the middle of it all. She said the room went dark because the flies were so many. My mom said she refused to stay in that room and another friend switched rooms with her. She spent the rest of that day cleaning up dead flies! Either they died when my mom frantically tried to knock them out or out of chock because they too got scared when she opened the window.
They stayed in that house over one weekend and before they left they had to clean the room they had slept in. That is understandable but the thing is that no one had cleaned that house in years. My mom said there were dust and grease everywhere! It took them hours to clean what should have only taken one hour. They had to clean the whole house and it was a big one. There were nick nacks everywhere and the women had to scrub them all!
My mom never returned again.
Already made
I like watching cooking shows on tv. Masterchef the England version is my favourite show. The judges are great because they are sympathetic and nice. When the contestants don`t do that good the judges don`t make them feel bad. There are other Masterchef versions where the judges are horrible.
There are talkshows where there are cooking segments. I like them too. One thing that strikes me when I watch them is that the stoves don`t seem to do what they should. You never see the food getting cooked. When they shoot something that`s supposed to be cooking there`s nothing going on. No bubbles in the so called boiling water or the butter in a frying pan sizzling away. There are food there but nothing happens.
Often the cooks say that things are already made. They make a dish and instead of completing it they pull out something that`s “already made”. I know that certain things takes too long to cook and to be able to show how the dish should look Before the program ends they need to make some things ahead of the show. I don`t know if that is the actual reason though. What if the stoves in some of these shows are just props and the only way of having a dish to show is to have something already made. I don`t know.
Cutest
Kajsa are getting some things for christmas like minced beef wrapped in paper. She doesn`t care about what she gets but I want to give her some christmas feeling. When we open our gifts I want her to be part of that. She is easy to satisfy when it comes to gifts. She would be happy to get a piece of paper.
I`m also thinking about getting her the pink sweater in the picture. She doesn`t need it but I`m doing it because I know she will look cute in it. I know dog clothes often ( except for some breeds that needs them ) are for the owners. Kajsa is fine with not wearing anything but when I found this sweater my heart melted. I can imagine us on our walks and her wearing that stylish pink thing.
Relax
I have been feeling more than stressed lately. I haven`t been able to relax. I thought about what I could do and decided to take a relaxation class. I have read that those things are good when you`re dealing with stress. The reason I just didn`t try to do this myself is that I haven`t had much experience in those things. I wanted someone to show me how it`s done.
I looked online for relaxation classes and found one. This was a couple of days ago and the class was yesterday. I decided to start the journey to the yoga studio, where the class was being held, early because I only sort of knew where it was at. I knew the area but not the exact location of the studio.
I took the train and I had to change to another train on the way in order to get to where I wanted. When I got to the station where I would change trains I realized the class was about to begin shortly. It had taken much longer than I had thought. And the train I waited for to take me the rest of the way weren`t due for some and if I had waited for it I would have missed the class. My stress level was through the roof at this point. I started walking instead but I knew that I would never make it in time that way.
I decided to get a taxi. Even if I wasn`t far away from the studio there was no way I could get there on my own. Now comes the next stress explosion. I hadn`t refilled my mobile and had no money to call a taxi company. I hysterically went in to a burger place and borrowed their phone.
The taxi came right away and after a couple of minutes the taxi drove me as far as it could. The studio was in an area with many apartment buildings and cars aren`t allowed to drive there. When I got out of the taxi I didn`t know where to go. I was hysterical and asked many people if they knew where the studio was. Finally I got there, not in time I might add.
Now comes the bit that made me want to cry. I rushed into the studio and because the other participants in the class already laid ready on the floor ready to begin I had to whisper that I was sorry I was late. The woman that was leading the class asked to see my receipt where it showed that I had payed. I booked the class a couple of days earlier and payed online at the same time. I didn`t bring the receipt and I thought I couldn`t participate. I felt the tears wanting to pour out because I had been so stressed to get there and when I got there the woman wanted me to show her a receipt.
I didn`t cry and I got to take the class. I would have enjoyed it more if I hadn`t had all the craziness before it.
(If you read another version of this it`s because the first one got deleted somehow. I had to write it again.)
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