Vacation, all I ever wanted
So yah, I'm on my lovely first week ever of paid vacation, and I've been rather enjoying it so far. Here's my early day 3 update:
Friday
As often happens when I decide to adjust my schedule to that of a normal person's for a weekend, I don't really remember too much of what I did this day. I talked to Stay-C on the phone for a while, and I think most of the rest of my day was comprised of playing with the dog and watching a marathon run of the Honeymooners because, as Shana has informed me, I am a 90 year old man. Also, in true Zach Savage fashion, that night I called Shana at 9, leaving a message telling her to call me back, then fell asleep ten miutes later so I couldn't hear her return my call an hour later, then woke up at 2 am and couldn't fall back asleep. Go me!
Satyrday
I started off the day by fixing my phone which had decided it wanted to break entirely while I slept, then I watched a couple more episodes of the Honeymooners before driving up to Yonkers to visit Shanni. She made me bring the first season of 24 with me so that I could get her as addicted to it as I got her with Lost before we went to see the Break-Up with her friend Jaiby, and then Shana's mother made us pasta for dinner.
Also, her dog Malous absolutely hates me. She was out back when I first arrived, so she didn't know I was here until about a half hour after she had come back inside and I went to the kitchen to get a drink, at which time she went completely ape shit on me. She ran downstairs barking to alert Shana's dad that I was intruding in the house, then ran to the top of the steps leading back to the living room barking like crazy at me, then after a few minutes took a step closer, barked another five minutes, then took another step, barked another few minutes, took another step, etc., until she was almost within arm's reach of me, then ran back downstairs again. Later, I tried to give her a treat, and she ran into her cage in Shana's parents room to hide from me. I tried to feed her her treat through the cage, then dropped it in there accidentally, and she wouldn't even eat it then. She sniffed it, apparently decided too much of my stink was on it, then moved her paw farther away from her treat so that she wouldn't even have to touch it. She did eventually eat it after it lied there for a good five minutes or so, and even let me pet her a little through the cage before curling up in a ball on the opposite side of the cage from where I was sitting, because I evidently am a horrible, horrible person to her. She at least stopped barking at me after all that, but two of the times I went to pet her later in the day she tried to bite me. I have such a good way with animals.
6 Comments:
Such a sweeti you are to the puppy!!! Heehee
I'm still sticking to my theories. That it's the smell of your weiner dog that she's not liking and not you. So that line, "It's not you, it's me" does hold true. Also, if you would listen to Kelly, Malous would be all over you like white on rice.
I don't think it's your dog, but that Savage musk you have. She's intimidated, no doubt by your manliness.
=P
Weird sidenote, your title for this entry was my title for my vacation emails. Weirddddddd...
Not that weird. It's part of the chorus to "Vacation" by the Go-Gos.
Well, yah, but that you chose to name it that too. I dunno you could have titled it "Zach Savvage's Days Off" like "Ferris Bueler" but not. =P
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