Someone's got it in for me

[lizblackdog]

Still not dead.

Spike's been driving me (and my neighbours) batshit with his cannon-like barking out of the window every time a cat, squirrel, fox or other dog walks past in his field of vision. I finally had a "What Would Blaidd Do" moment and hit on what should have been the blindingly obvious sensible way to break him of the habit. Instead of concentrating on trying to quell him when he barks, reward the hell out of him every time he glances out the window without making a noise. We've now had two days and only one bark. ONE, as opposed to eight or ten twenty-one gun salutes. Fucking awesome.

In other less awesome news, I got up when that one bark happened because if whatever he's barking at is exciting enough he sometimes needs to picked up and carried away from the window before he'll shut up. Only Squish had left an enormous, rock-hard, jagged-edged old marrowbone right in my path and I came down on it hard. My right foot may never be the same again; it's all swollen and purple and I'm scared I might have broken something in it. This isn't the first time this has happened but I don't remember it hurting to put shoes on before.

ah well. if it isn't better in a day or so I'll go get someone to x-ray it. won't that be a jolly jape? Even jollier than trying to deal with an evil collie who can't understand why he's only getting short walks. It's times like this I feel my only regret about being single.

...I'm still reading you all. It's just... you get into a habit of non-communication and it sort of feeds on itself. The longer you go without commenting or posting the harder it gets to do it; the less you feel as though you have anything worth saying. The jury's still out on the last part but there's people I care about that I never meant to not be talking to. That's you, that is.

Comments

[brendan-moody.livejournal.com]

The longer you go without commenting or posting the harder it gets to do it; the less you feel as though you have anything worth saying.

I know the feeling. I think, "Hey, I haven't posted in a while," so I fire up the LJ client, write a few sentences... and think "Well, who the fuck is gonna care about that? I don't care, and I've just written it..."

Hope the foot feels better. :(

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

Yes. In the end I decided I'd better try and break out of it even if it was lame. In both senses of the word. Thank you XD

[ghost07.livejournal.com]

I'm always ecstatic when somebody does comment on one of my entries...

maybe you only sprained your ankle, do you have an ace bandage you can wrap it in? Hope it's not broken. My cats only have soft toys lying around for me to step on, although last night I stepped on one of their jingle balls...nearly fell and broke my neck; this wasn't one of the breakable ones, it was a rubber one I got because when in my chair, I was running over their toys and breaking them. I got this hard rubber one so it wouldn't get destroyed by me...sigh...can't win.

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

it's not the ankle; it's the soft part of my bare foot hitting a rock-hard pointy bone at a half-run with all my weight on top of it. the whole underneath of my foot's all swollen and purple and hurts like hell.

I know the feeling, though. Sometimes you look at them and just wonder if they're trying to kill you.

[lemmingpie.livejournal.com]

Almost every time you post you have sustained bodily injury from one of your pups, wow!
And I would xray your foot for you for free if you lived near me.

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

aww, thank you XD

they're evil and I'm clumsy, so I get battered a lot.

[nyecamden.livejournal.com]

Hm, I've been wondering what's been going on with you. Glad to hear from you :-)

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

thank you XD

I can feel myself tipping into a depressive spell. However, the fact that I was together enough to see it coming and make an effort to break out probably means it'll be OK.

[cottonmanifesto.livejournal.com]

ohhh, poor liz foot! you need to start wearing shoes in the house.

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

but then I might die of athlete's foot! Nah, I'm too much of a hippie to wear shoes indoors. I just need to teach Squish to put his damn fucking bones away. Little shitehound.

[yesididit.livejournal.com]

you have my sympathy! i know the woe of stepping on marrow bones. i got a nasty cut on the underside of my foot from one, not to mention all the times i've stepped on one and taken quite a tumble. they're evil little buggers.

yay for less barking!

[mudshark58.livejournal.com]

Tried to reply to this half a dozen times since yesterday and I always seem to get midway into the first sentence... and then something happens which requires me to deal with it Right Now. (You've got doggies resetting priorities, I've got family members.) As a result, I've got nothing remaining of anything I'd thought to say beyond: sorry about the foot, hope it's only a bruise, how is it today? Get someone to look at it if it's not better quick.

Oh, and good to hear you're still not dead. Keep that up, eh? ;)

[james-the-evil1.livejournal.com]

Good to know you exist!

One of the reasons I basically stopped posting is that the majority of my entries went with little or no feedback.

I figure, why bother if no one care.

Sort of the flip side of where you are.

[nahtmmm.livejournal.com]

Pretty much all dogs bark at dogs they see passing by outside. We encourage Penny to bark at the mail carrier and such, so we know he or she has come by, but she barks at others on her own initiative. (Not that she wouldn't bark at the mailman etc. anyway. ;~))