Another day, another dog.

Still no Teeyl, but the search continues.  I just keep remembering the cat we had when I was a small child.  We moved away and couldn't find the cat so we left it behind.  Years later, it showed up at our new house.  I've always wondered about the adventures that 'Firecracker' endured in that time.  I'm hoping Teeyl is on a great adventure right now.  

Tomorrow will shut out week two on the job and today I caught myself constantly hiking up my pants.  I asked my boss if they didn't give us a uniform allowance for ninety days because everybody loses so much weight in that time and she laughed and said, "I've never thought about that...makes sense."  Sure does.  The big thing that happened at work today is that I sprayed my first dog.  It's the same dog that has been after me since day one.  I made it all the way to the mailbox and I swear to you, the dog jumped out of the bushes at me, as if it was just waiting for me.  Typically, it tries to attack me when I'm just stepping onto the property and I have learned that if I just stay in the street, it won't leave its yard.  But since I was fully in the yard already, I had no choice.  It was coming at me quickly, growling and showing its teeth as it did and I sprayed at it once, which only slowed it down.  It came at me with a vengeance the second time so I sprayed it more and it stopped.  Just then, I heard a very loud bark from behind me so I turned around and there was a very large dog.  I'd never seen this dog before so I was unsure of how to react, but it barked and jumped around in almost the exact same way as Teeyl does when she's excited to see somebody so I just walked away and it left me alone.  I was glad I didn't have to spray the big dog, too, and of course I feel guilty for spraying the little one.  I'm just hoping that tomorrow, I won't be forced into this situation again.  What really irks me is that the owners of this dog will let it out when they see me coming up their sidewalk and once, the male owner just stood on the porch and watched his dog trying to attack me and did nothing about it.  I told him, "Thanks!" and he just stared at me blankly.  It's owners like this that ruin it for all others.  I am very thankful for people like the man I met today who had left his dog tied out right in front of the mailbox.  Of course, I planned to just skip this house, but instead, he came outside and introduced me to his dog, thus making all future visits to his mailbox less stressful for both me and the dog.  See, we are friends now.  'Annie' no longer feels threatened by me and vice versa.  This is a good thing to remember if you have a dog and a mail carrier.  

Kenny continues to keep the house clean and orderly and I can't think of a single thing that needs repaired as he is always home, keeping up with everything.  I've decided that society has it all wrong.  All of these years, the term 'housewife' should really have been 'househusband'.  Or maybe it only works in our relationship, but I am loving coming home after a hard day's work to a fully cooked meal and a cold beer.  And in writing this, I just realized that I might be the real-life version of Homer Simpson, just with more hair and less belly.  And with that thought, I think I'll go crack open another cold one and stick crayons up my nose.