8 posts tagged “grady”
Happy Third Birthday to my little Grady dog!
Who or what do you really love?
So it's Thursday; I love Thursdays. I woke up easily, had a good morning at work, went to lunch with my coworkers, and left early because I had two doctor's appointments this afternoon (the second of which was pretty much my only source of stress today, believe it or not). I just got home a little while ago and I let the dogs outside, which is part of my after work routine. Usually I will go back in the house while they're outside, but I thought today was too beautiful for me to be sitting in my house. So I brought my laptop and my cell phone outside to entertain me as I enjoyed the weather; the dogs are alternating possession of their favorite toys and doing circles around the backyard for their own entertainment. I'm sitting on my pinic table and I truly feel everyday should look and feel like this one. I took a photo of my viewpoint right now. Don't worry, Grady hasn't grown incredibly overnight... he's just sitting on top of the picnic table, right next to my laptop.
Not to mention, today is also the day that Dale flies in for her birthday visit. She's probably just leaving BWI right now. I look forward to seeing her and I am very excited about seeing Snow Patrol tomorrow. Tara just sent me a text message and she contacted a couple people on craigslist about getting a last-minute ticket since it's a sold out show. I'm crossing my fingers that it will work out so the three of us get to go to the concert. This is my last "Friday" Thursday; I go back to a normal five-day work week next week.
For now, I'm just going to enjoy this beautiful weather and this moment; the future will be here soon enough.
...okay, well I guess mine doesn't really have any growing left to do. I swear, Dexter gets bigger EVERY day though...
Oh, the excitement that permeates through the Gibson household every day. This morning was no exception. I was running late this morning, so when I woke up I put food in Grady's bowl, put water in the other bowl, then opened the back door so he could do his business outside when he was finished. I needed to get in the shower and get ready for work quickly, so I knew I wouldn't have much time to tend to him. I have to be at work at 7:30 and at about 7:20 I was about to run out the door. I head down the hallway and come out right by the front door and I stop in my tracks. Grady is laying in the middle of the living room with a bunny (the size of him!) laying next to him, limp and lifeless. I screamed and turned back around and went to my sister's room. I was freaking out a little. I asked Steve if he had a moral opposition to picking the bunny up (since he's a hardcore vegetarian). He was a good sport - he picked it up and bagged it and checked the floor to see if any fluids had left the bunny. For my part, I took the bagged bunny out to the trash can. In retrospect, I actually kinda think my part of the deal was more difficult for two reasons: (1) What would I do if the bunny started moving and jumping in the bag? What if he jumped up and bit me? What if he had rabies (Grady has had his shot, so he's okay)? and (2) What are the legalities associated with throwing away a once-living creature? Am I supposed to bury it? Will the trash company fine us? So, I was dealing with these dilemmas while I should have been sitting at my desk, catching up on the latest crap in The Daily Times.
So this excuse for being late has only been defeated in ridiculousness by my excuse for taking a day off being that my dog had gas!
