| Current mood: | disappointed / in love |
| Current music: | Gavin DeGraw - "Crush" and "Over-Rated" |
| Entry tags: | we're for dogs |
if you have a weak stomach, avoid the cut
Well, it turns out Sherlock gets carsick. A lot. Continuing to prove the point Pixie (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
lalanav) and I were making the other day, I am now more comfortable with the bodily fluids of other creatures than I ever thought I could be (thanks, Douglass Daycare), so apparently I was in charge of protecting our upholstery from his stomach's wrath. The first time around, it was like:
Me: "Guys, I think he's gonna--"
Sherlock: (spews)
Me: (pushes his head forward so he doesn't mess the seat)
The second time around, I was prepared. I shoved his head in a plastic bag. Then I spent the ride home holding another bag under his head while he drooled and looked generally nauseous, which, you know, is the ultimate demonstration of love. This dog owes me.
Anyway, we won't be adopting Bobby the Beagle. He was really sweet and he loved me (at one point I went inside to use the bathroom, and when he saw me come back out his tail started wagging like mad), but Sherlock was just way too anxious around him for it to work. I was very sad. So if anyone out there is interested in adopting a sweet 7-year-old male beagle, go apply to take him home. And then let me visit him at your house.
Jaime (untilsundown) says my icon is scene. Which makes Fleetwood Mac circa 1976 scene. And she bought the Bare Trees album. I can't wait till Stevie starts dressing emo.
I had another Silver Fox dream. This time our date didn't suck, and he's really the best sleepytime boyfriend ever. Next time I'm gonna propose.
