Mice and Cats and Dogs and Work

Okay, this really needs to stop, because I am feeling bad for the mice who live around my house. I found dead mouse number five (5!) in my bathroom this morning. It was another tiny baby looking one, and please let that be the last for a while? I love that the cats are being such good hunters, but I'm starting to feel very bad about having to pick up these cute little dead mice.

But, thanks kitties. I may feel bad for the mice, but I'm glad they aren't in my house tearing things up.

So I bought a crate for Bernie on Saturday, because he just wasn't getting the "don't poop or pee in the house, even when I'm not there" thing, and he was in it for his first long day yesterday. I worried about him all day and felt so guilty that I couldn't stand it, and I ran out of my class at 6:45 and tore ass home to let him out because I just had to SET HIM FREE! And of course, he was fine, and it bothered me way more than it bothered him, and it was all good, because for the first time since I adopted him, he didn't go to the bathroom in my house while I was gone! Woo! I find it much easier to love his big mug when I don't have to pick up his waste after a long day of work and school. So he's in it again today, and I felt guilty as soon as I put him in there. Sigh. It's going to be a long week.

Speaking of that long ass day yesterday, is it time for spring break yet? Because I need one. I was up at 7:00 yesterday, and between work, class and homework, I wasn't done doing stuff until 9:30 last night. I need relaxation time! Man. I had to work on animating a logo last night, to have it ready to turn in today. I actually got it to work, too! I wanted to make it a little fancier (it's an open book, with my initials on the pages, which pop up one at a time, and the book flies in from the left first, and it's great, but I wanted to make the pages turn), but there was just no way. If the day was maybe 36 hours long instead of 24, maybe then I could have done all that. But as it is, I was lucky to get it to do everything required for the assignment. And I've never animated anything before, so I was pretty proud of it.

And I know that there is no segue between these two paragraphs, but this is where my mind is now, so it's what I have to say next - I am so glad to have two dogs again. I've had dogs ever since I moved out of my Mom's house in 1989, and for most of that time, I've had two at once. I love Willow, and I was happy to have her by herself, but now that I have Bernie, and he and Willow are getting along so well, and especially now that I can get through the day without having to pick up his poop, I feel whole again, somehow. Which is stupid, but my house feels right again. That's really all I'm trying to say. It went from full to all but empty when my dogs died over the summer, and it is now, for the first time since June, back to normal, and it feels great. And now that Willow is not only getting used to him but is making friends with him, I think he may even be calming her down a bit. Maybe.

I do have to tell you something funny, though. The other night I was in bed watching an episode of M*A*S*H before going to sleep, and Willow and Bernie were both on the other side of the bed. Willow usually sleeps up by my upper body, but she was closer to the foot of the bed and he was up top. I was laying there watching TV, winding down and getting ready to go to sleep, when I heard a bang, and looked over to find that Willow had fallen off the bed! (Go ahead, laugh - I did!) Crazy dog. I made sure she was okay, and I petted her a bit, and laughed my butt off at her. Who's ever heard of a dog falling off the bed? Hysterical.

Okay, I have to go get breakfast, and maybe do some work since I'm here and all. I hope you all are having a great week!