Chasing things is fun. I like it when I can get N or J to chase me around. Sometimes I have to get their attention by stealing a sock or something , which always works. I must say that N has some really soft fuzzy socks...they would be awesome to chew on but she never lets me. Ah well.
I am always on the look out for new things to chase. I have heard of dogs chasing cars and such but that seems silly. They go so much faster than I could ever go. I have found a couple interesting things in the past couple of days that I would like to chase and one thing I would definitely not want to chase. So first the totally not want to chase category. On Monday, J and N took me to get my hair cut. We went to a new place that is a 20 minute bus ride away. I enjoyed the bus ride there because we rode up top and I could see everything out the window. When we got to the place, we had to walk up a muddy driveway so J carried me...and that is when I saw it. It was a very large animal of some sort. It was as tall as N and probably just as long as her...if she was lying down of course. And it was all hairy and scraggly looking...and then it moved. So I growled at it! When J and N saw what I was growling at the both laughed and said that it was okay, it was just a horse. Just a horse! I would totally be trampled by that thing I tried to chase it. So definitely not going to chase horses any time soon.
Now on the the things I found that I could chase. One is very fragile and the other very elusive. On the weekend, J and N were doing dishes and there was a bubble floating though the air from the dish soap. It caught my eye as it was lazily trying to settle down on the ground, constantly fighting a battle between gravity and random uplifting drafts. As I watched it, I decided to try to get closer to see if I could catch it. Standing on my hind legs, I waited until it got close then lunged...to have it pop in my face. So bubbles, something I would like to chase, but very fragile.
The last thing that I have found to possibly chase is this elusive little red dot. It showed up for the first time this morning as I was lounging on the doubled up duvet cover. Comfiest place in the house in my opinion. Anyway, I was just lounging when this little red dot showed up on the bed. At first it moved around in a semi circle in front of me. I just watched it as it went back and forth, keeping its distance from me. Then it disappeared. Shortly afterwards, it showed up again right in front of me and then slowly backed away off the edge of the bed and then slowly came towards me. It did this a couple times, always stopping just out of reach until the last time when it came all the way up to me and jumped on my nose. That scared me a little and I tried to snap at it, but it got away. Funny thing was when it was on my nose, I could see it, but I could not feel anything . I will have to keep my eye out for this elusive little red dot to see if I can possibly chase it next time it shows up. 'Til then, I think I will go rest up for the chase. I think the doubled up duvet is still where I left it. TTFN!
Wednesday, 29 January 2014
Thursday, 23 January 2014
Schedules
Gah! Yesterday was Wednesday and I forgot to write a new post. This scheduling and keeping a pupolution is HARD! Gets in the way of my sleeping and eating and puppy burn time. Maybe nobody will notice if I distract them with a cute picture...
It is a little blurry I know but I was just so excited about my sweater that I got at Christmas. Don't I look styling. I think I am very distinguished. I need to be to keep up with the Doctors. Perhaps I can get some leather patches for the elbows. I hear that is a mark of distinction or something.
Anyway, I think I have successfully distracted you from my tardiness of this post and will now return to my regular schedule. Next on the docket: Nap time!
Wednesday, 15 January 2014
Disheartened
One of the frustrating things I have come to learn about being an astronomer is apparently the job hunt. As I talked about last year (er...in 2012...oh dear where has the time gone!), I think that applying for a job should just require peanut butter banana cookies, and whoever has the best cookies wins. But I guess it isn't that easy because ones person's tastes for peanut butter cookies may not be the same as another person's. Maybe one likes lots of peanut butter and although you offer quite a bit of peanut butter it is just not quite enough. Where was I going with this. All this talk of peanut butter is making me hungry.
Ah yes. It can be a little frustrating and disheartening I have found when N or J were/are applying for jobs and they don't get even an interview. It makes them doubt their abilities which they shouldn't. They are great astronomers. Of course that could just be my puppy bias but I say they are great. They may not be as "good" as some, but I say that sometimes it is a matter of circumstance. N getting her job certainly was.
I am writing about this because last week J got another rejection letter (first one for this year's set of applications) and it is making him doubt his ability to find a job with his particular skill set. The people who do what he does exactly either are not hiring or don't have the money to fund a post doc right now and those who are doing different things but for which J's skill set would certainly be an asset generally don't seem to give him a chance. So one can see how it can be very frustrating. It doesn't help when they see other people getting interview (sometimes several). It causes them to think "what makes this person so special". It is generally due to again circumstance or being in an entirely different field, but either way it can feed a rampant imposter or inferiority complex.
My expert puppy advice to all those out there looking for a job is to just put one paw forward, stay positive, and show them your cutest puppy face. Oh wait, that is advice for a puppy. Well the first two points still apply. And if they still don't give you a chance, let me know and I will send some peanut butter cookies...assuming I don't eat them all first!
Ah yes. It can be a little frustrating and disheartening I have found when N or J were/are applying for jobs and they don't get even an interview. It makes them doubt their abilities which they shouldn't. They are great astronomers. Of course that could just be my puppy bias but I say they are great. They may not be as "good" as some, but I say that sometimes it is a matter of circumstance. N getting her job certainly was.
I am writing about this because last week J got another rejection letter (first one for this year's set of applications) and it is making him doubt his ability to find a job with his particular skill set. The people who do what he does exactly either are not hiring or don't have the money to fund a post doc right now and those who are doing different things but for which J's skill set would certainly be an asset generally don't seem to give him a chance. So one can see how it can be very frustrating. It doesn't help when they see other people getting interview (sometimes several). It causes them to think "what makes this person so special". It is generally due to again circumstance or being in an entirely different field, but either way it can feed a rampant imposter or inferiority complex.
My expert puppy advice to all those out there looking for a job is to just put one paw forward, stay positive, and show them your cutest puppy face. Oh wait, that is advice for a puppy. Well the first two points still apply. And if they still don't give you a chance, let me know and I will send some peanut butter cookies...assuming I don't eat them all first!
Wednesday, 8 January 2014
House all to myself...sorta
So N and J have gone back to work this week. That means I have the house all to myself..well sorta. When they go out, I have to go in my crate.... Chew on baseboards when you are a puppy and knock one plant off the side table that one time and they never let you forget about it...Oh wait, I guess I also chewed on the remote and the wii remote...Ok maybe it is warranted.
I had gotten used to them being at home these past couple of weeks though. So much so that yesterday I tried to see I could get them to stay home by taking a really long time going down the stairs on the way to my crate. I even stopped in the middle and just waited...it didn't work. Oh well.
My crate isn't too bad though. I definitely like my big one much better than the one that I came over in on the plane (shudder). Plus when they are out I can sing as loud as I want, and sleep and gnaw on my paws with nobody to complain. And they have really comfy pillows in there and some of my favourite toys.
I do like it when the come home though. We have a great routine. They come in the door and usually wake me up but that is ok. Who can sleep when your best friends come back anyway! Anyway, one of them lets me out and I always run to the other one. I then go back and rescue one of the toys who had kept me company all day. I have a few favorites that I try to rescue first. Leggs, Pinky, Moose (or so N and J call them). The choices have expanded though since Christmas and I must say that sometimes it get kind crowded in there, especially N has done a "Great Toy Round-up". Anyway, I go rescue a toy and then run upstairs with it, inviting J to follow so that I can pounce on him and lick him. Sometimes N comes up too and I give her a cursory lick, but really I like to pounce on J because he lets me lick him more.
So to all those puppies out there who are also crated when your best friends are out of the house, my advice to you is make it your own, come up with a ritual that you enjoy and know that they will always come back. And for those who are not crated, let us know how it is on the outside ;)
I had gotten used to them being at home these past couple of weeks though. So much so that yesterday I tried to see I could get them to stay home by taking a really long time going down the stairs on the way to my crate. I even stopped in the middle and just waited...it didn't work. Oh well.
My crate isn't too bad though. I definitely like my big one much better than the one that I came over in on the plane (shudder). Plus when they are out I can sing as loud as I want, and sleep and gnaw on my paws with nobody to complain. And they have really comfy pillows in there and some of my favourite toys.
I do like it when the come home though. We have a great routine. They come in the door and usually wake me up but that is ok. Who can sleep when your best friends come back anyway! Anyway, one of them lets me out and I always run to the other one. I then go back and rescue one of the toys who had kept me company all day. I have a few favorites that I try to rescue first. Leggs, Pinky, Moose (or so N and J call them). The choices have expanded though since Christmas and I must say that sometimes it get kind crowded in there, especially N has done a "Great Toy Round-up". Anyway, I go rescue a toy and then run upstairs with it, inviting J to follow so that I can pounce on him and lick him. Sometimes N comes up too and I give her a cursory lick, but really I like to pounce on J because he lets me lick him more.
So to all those puppies out there who are also crated when your best friends are out of the house, my advice to you is make it your own, come up with a ritual that you enjoy and know that they will always come back. And for those who are not crated, let us know how it is on the outside ;)
Wednesday, 1 January 2014
New Year's Pupolutions
Happy New Year! (or in puppy language: Woof woof woof wooooof!).
So the holiday season is coming to a close, or so N and J tell me. I can't really tell since all of the decorations are still up and they have been up for over a month. It makes sense though since J really really really (did I say really) likes Christmas and would have the tree up the day after Remembrance Day if he could and N insists on having the stuff up until after Ukrainian Christmas which she can never remember if it is the 6th or 7th of January. Either way we still have another week of the stuff up.
Santa was very good to me this year. I got 5 new toys and a styling cable knit sweater for those deary UK days and a bag of yoghurt treats. They are soooo good. They have like yoghurt and cream cheese and fruit flavors inside of a crunchy morsel....mmmmm. What... oh sorry I drooled off there for a moment...and apparently on the keyboard.
Anyway, I will be sad to see it taken down since the tree is really pretty and the mantel will look emptier once the Christmas cards we got from overseas are taken down. It is a bit weird living overseas now. When ever we talk to J and N's family back home they are always starting the day while we are nearing the end. Take last night for example. We rang in the new year 8 hours before J's parents. Theoretically we could have had our new year, phoned them to wish them a happy new year, had a good 8 hours of sleep before they rang in the new year and call them again once they did. We did most of that except for the last part...8 hours of sleep psh...we need our beauty sleep so it was more like 10!
Speaking of new years, I guess it is time for my pupolutions. They are just like the human resolutions but for puppies (of course). I resolve to finally figure out how to use the silly keyboard and supply weekly updates or musings. I also resolve to shed a couple pounds. Like all of us I put on a couple over the holidays...too many treats. I also resolve to give N more head space on her pillow at night...ah who am I kidding. I know I won't do that one. It is just so easy to wrap around her head plus half the time she isn't using most of the pillow anyway. No need for that comfyness to go to waste.
Anyway. I must go bug J to see if he will give me my food early...although I guess that kinda goes against the shedding weight pupolution...Ack these things are so hard. Can't I just be cute, I can do cute.
Snowy
So the holiday season is coming to a close, or so N and J tell me. I can't really tell since all of the decorations are still up and they have been up for over a month. It makes sense though since J really really really (did I say really) likes Christmas and would have the tree up the day after Remembrance Day if he could and N insists on having the stuff up until after Ukrainian Christmas which she can never remember if it is the 6th or 7th of January. Either way we still have another week of the stuff up.
Santa was very good to me this year. I got 5 new toys and a styling cable knit sweater for those deary UK days and a bag of yoghurt treats. They are soooo good. They have like yoghurt and cream cheese and fruit flavors inside of a crunchy morsel....mmmmm. What... oh sorry I drooled off there for a moment...and apparently on the keyboard.
Anyway, I will be sad to see it taken down since the tree is really pretty and the mantel will look emptier once the Christmas cards we got from overseas are taken down. It is a bit weird living overseas now. When ever we talk to J and N's family back home they are always starting the day while we are nearing the end. Take last night for example. We rang in the new year 8 hours before J's parents. Theoretically we could have had our new year, phoned them to wish them a happy new year, had a good 8 hours of sleep before they rang in the new year and call them again once they did. We did most of that except for the last part...8 hours of sleep psh...we need our beauty sleep so it was more like 10!
Speaking of new years, I guess it is time for my pupolutions. They are just like the human resolutions but for puppies (of course). I resolve to finally figure out how to use the silly keyboard and supply weekly updates or musings. I also resolve to shed a couple pounds. Like all of us I put on a couple over the holidays...too many treats. I also resolve to give N more head space on her pillow at night...ah who am I kidding. I know I won't do that one. It is just so easy to wrap around her head plus half the time she isn't using most of the pillow anyway. No need for that comfyness to go to waste.
Anyway. I must go bug J to see if he will give me my food early...although I guess that kinda goes against the shedding weight pupolution...Ack these things are so hard. Can't I just be cute, I can do cute.
Snowy
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