I just have to begin by complimenting Panda (I'm sure he's a reader of this site) on how well behaved he has become when I'm not home! In the beginning, he couldn't help but to mark every damn thing he could lift his leg to -- with the exception of Tootsie and Zig's furniture. It's like someone was watching over it making sure he stayed away. Anyway, I have recently started leaving him out when I"m gone on short jaunts. I have tried this in the past, but had the doggy door closed and a belly band on him. This hasn't worked for a while since he knows how to wriggle out of a belly band. With the doggy door closed, he would lift his leg everywhere! UGH, so annoying. However, I have been leaving the beloved doggy door open and retired the belly band. He hasn't made any messes...at least none that I have found. Today I was gone for 4 hours...no mess, and I don't think he even jumped on the bed -- a no, no for him.
So while I was gone today and Panda was riling up the neighborhood dogs (then running in the house like he had nothing to do with it), I went shopping. Now, it's no secret that I HATE SHOPPING! I hate trying on clothes, I HATE the mirrors, and I hate how all the cool stuff is costly. Today's goal: get a new bra! I am down to 2 and one of them is a sports bra! I bought one a few weeks back, but I hate how it fits. And to complicate matters, I have no idea what size I actually am these days. I know...go get measured. Please remember I live in the middle of nowhere and I went south (Paso Robles) today. Not sure where to get it done down that way. So I enter Target and get some bras to try on. UGH! Those damn mirrors! They LIE!!! Did you know they are actually fun house mirrors (and yes, I know I've blogged about it before. So this just proves that I'm right). Anyway, the stupid mirror gave me rolls...and I don't mean the kind you put butter on and eat. Fucking mirrors. Then, none of the bras fit right...I know....Get measured. I did end up buying one -- the least annoying one.
So while I was gone today and Panda was riling up the neighborhood dogs (then running in the house like he had nothing to do with it), I went shopping. Now, it's no secret that I HATE SHOPPING! I hate trying on clothes, I HATE the mirrors, and I hate how all the cool stuff is costly. Today's goal: get a new bra! I am down to 2 and one of them is a sports bra! I bought one a few weeks back, but I hate how it fits. And to complicate matters, I have no idea what size I actually am these days. I know...go get measured. Please remember I live in the middle of nowhere and I went south (Paso Robles) today. Not sure where to get it done down that way. So I enter Target and get some bras to try on. UGH! Those damn mirrors! They LIE!!! Did you know they are actually fun house mirrors (and yes, I know I've blogged about it before. So this just proves that I'm right). Anyway, the stupid mirror gave me rolls...and I don't mean the kind you put butter on and eat. Fucking mirrors. Then, none of the bras fit right...I know....Get measured. I did end up buying one -- the least annoying one.