One Part Good

One part good, and one to two parts, well, you'll see. Janell blogs on daily life, her pup, her thoughts, cool net finds, fun in the Lou, and an occasional top ten list. Read, drink Jameson, and enjoy.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

I. Need. Puppy. Help.

Okay, so I need help from all you dog lovers out there. As you know, Lucy and I just moved to Nebraska, where she’s had a little trouble adjusting. She’s reverted back to chewing – something she hasn’t done in months. She’s shredded my throw rug, chewed half-way through my bed post, and, now, ripped a three inch hole in my down comforter. She’s getting plenty of exercise with our 3-4 miles walks and the recent discovery of the local 4-acre dog park. I’m giving her lots of pets and kisses every day. The only thing I can think of is that maybe she’s upset because B isn’t here with her like he usually is. And she just isn’t understanding what I mean by “we’ll see him soon!”

Friday, August 25, 2006

Lucy just loves the new place...

We're Here!

Okay, I’m finally here and moved in. Mostly. I mean, I don’t think those boxes in the corner really count. Nebraska is pretty nice overall. Except of course, for that guy who pissed in my backyard the other afternoon while his friend “Bubba” was hollerin’ for him to “git over thure.” Regardless, Lucy is finally adjusting nicely and realizing who’s the boss.

People here are so nice. I have plans to go out with some new friends on Sunday night for drinks and see an 80s rock band. Plus, the ladies at work are planning a “movie night” sometime soon. But that’s not the half of it. Last night, I’m out walking the pup, and this woman stops to ask me about the dog as she’s (the dog, that is) pooping in her lawn. So we talk for a bit about dogs and this and that, and she says to me, “Do you want me to throw that away for you?” indicating the bag of Lucy’s poop in my hand.

“Excuse me?” I say.

“Oh, I know how annoying it is to carry it around, so you know, I can toss it in my dumpster if you want,” says the crazy lady.

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“Okay.” And with that the very nice although perhaps mildly insane lady throws away my bag and Lucy and I go on our way.

“Well Lucy, we’re not in the Lou anymore.”

Saturday, July 29, 2006

To Nebraska!


Moving to Nebraska, gonna eat me a lot of corn. And I'm planning on seeing a lot of this while I'm there:

Friday, July 28, 2006

Further Proof that I am no longer in charge of my house.

Lucy committing the crime:


Lucy pleading her innocence despite being caught red-handed:

Lucy, joyous to have just received probation:

Lucy, rubbing it in my face that she rules the house:


It is official. The puppy has taken over my house.