Buddy is so stubborn. He's just like a little kid. yesterday I let him out the back to go pee but he decided it was "nice" out there( yeah, - 2 C, not exactly "nice" and certainly not nice enough for me to be sitting outside) so he decided to take his sweet time and dawdle, slowly wandering around the yard, sniffing the air, laying on the grass in the sun, quite enjoying himself, sniffing at everything, and I told him to hurry up and get his ass inside as I won't leave him out there alone unsupervised in case something( a hawk, raccoon, coyote, etc. who knows what) tries to eat him and I can't stand there at the door all day waiting for him either but he stubbornly refused and he just stayed there and stood his ground, like a little kid playing out in the yard and you call him in for supper and he stomps No! I'm NOT coming in! I'm not done playing yet! and so I kept calling him, I even threatened to shut the door and leave him out there.....nothing worked.
I finally had to put my shoes on and go out there, scoop him up under my arms, pick him up and carry him back inside, the defiant little bugger, and luckily he only weighs 14 pounds. He was mad at me though, and he was sulking and shunned me, going up to the 24 YR old's room with him for a couple of hours, ignoring and shunning me, whereas normally he's always by my side, like my shadow. I couldn't believe it! It was really lonely,too, without him always next to me and it felt like something was missing and I really noticed it and missed it. I can't even imagine life without him; if he was gone for good. Later on I took him out for a nice long walk and all was forgiven and he was my constant companion again.
My weed ashtray (pictured in the centre of the photo here) that the 24 YR old also gave me for a Christmas gift went missing the other day. It had been on the coffee table in the living room for the past 3 months and all of a sudden it just disappears. I know that somebody must have done something to it; it doesn't have legs and can't just walk away by itself. I figure it either got accidently(or purposely?) thrown out, hidden on me to upset me, broken, or something, and my first guess is my hubby as he's very clear in his disdain for all things weed-related but when I asked him he got really mad and super-defensive and said it wasn't him(which only made me even more suspicious) and it makes me sad as I really liked it. So much so I never even used it as an ashtray as I didn't want to get it all dirty and ruined; I use it as a little dish on the table. It also pisses me off that they always disrespect my stuff.So, if anyone's seen it, let me know, OK?
I also summed up my life like this:
unrequitted love
rejection
trauma
bad luck
unhappiness
unfulfilled dreams
disillusioned hopes
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