Mania!

I have been bitten by the productiveness bug. After a winter of barely dragging myself through a minimum of chores, I have become one of those annoying always-picking-up people.

Well, at home, anyway. My desk at work still looks like a monster ate an elementary classroom and puked it all up.

The only problem with my current chore-mania is... well... Loki. He's a Labrador Retriever. If the Greeks had had Labs, Sisyphus may have been tasked with keeping my kitchen floor dog-hair free, rather than pushing that silly rock around for all eternity. Our poor Roomba (OOH! DID I MENTION WE GOT A ROOMBA?! I'm not a gadget-y person, but with Loki's prodigious shedding capabilities, we thought it was worth a shot)It makes me pine away for the vacu-suck hair-cutting device showcased on Wayne's World. Just the sucking part... wouldn't it be convenient to just vacuum out all his shedded hair? "It certainly does suck," indeed!

Fear not, fair readers, I will not be vacuuming the dog this evening. My mania has limits, and vacuuming the dog lies well outside of those limits.

Maybe.

He's an Intellectual

Doesn't he look like he's got all the answers, and that the digusting string of drool is 100% intentional?
Thanks to Shaun for doing the captioning.

Schnow!

It snowed yesterday. Huzzah!

I took Loki for a walk last night. Actually, the boardwalks were covered with about 1/8 inch of frost and ice, so let me rephrase that: Loki took me for a slide last night.

You see, it seems that Loki has decided he is part sled dog. He seemed to enjoy pulling me around the village, only needing me to provide the occasional push to keep us going. He only pulled me off the boardwalk onto the smooshy, wet, cold tundra once, and in his defense, he DID have to potty, so I put that in the win column.

Now this morning, when he decided he had to potty at 6:30, and he made me slip and fall on my butt, I was less generous with my ratings.