Today is a stat holiday here in Alberta. We had a glorious warm chinook that just ended. Winter returns.
I’m struggling with little Fergus, the pup. He’s proving difficult to toilet train. He knows he has to go on the pad or outside… but he starts playing, gets spun up and then gets taken by surprise when he has to go… and then he chits or pees himself on the floor. It’s okay because I’m watching him like a hawk and I’m on him the second he goes and cleaning up the mess. I paddle his ass when he misses the paper and reward him lavishly when he succeeds… but he needs some remedial work. I’m not worried… I had the same problem with old Mort when we first got him. He flat out insisted that the house was his toilet and he’d go wherever he wanted to. I put the big asshole in his crate for 30 days, only letting him out to play, poop or eat. Other than that - he was in that crate and no bones about it. A month or so of doing that cleaned his act right up. I’ll do the same to Fergie and if that doesn’t work I will take him down to the gun club and set him up at 25 yards, HAR HAR HAR!!! I’m not worried. I will figure out his malfunction and set him straight.
Fambily Day. It used to bother me, because my dysfunctional family fragmented and imploded long ago. It tore me up inside. But time heals. I look back now and I’m actually thankful that I managed to escape the drama and misery with my marriage intact. My daughter taunted me from the big homo circus tent years ago about leading a small, insignificant ho-hum life. At the time it pissed me off, but now? Boring and uneventful is fine, thank you very much! I cannot imagine or bear the thought of getting involved or caught up in the antics of a 40 year old homosexual kidult and her addled wife or love partner or whatever they call each other. I can just imagine what their glamorous, fulfilling lives are like and wish them well from a safe distance.
The elders are in the home stretch. My dad and father in law have passed. My mom has chosen the life of the sea hag for her final years. I stay out of her way and will help out if necessary but leave her otherwise to Big Bro. He’s perfect and Mom makes sure I know it. I agree and am happy to sit on the sidelines. As for my mother in law - that old bitch stays out of my way, and she’ll continue to do so if she knows what’s good for her. My fambily is my wife, my dawgs, and maybe a handful of friends and folks out at the li’l chapel out in the country. I love it, and I intend to live my best life in the years I have remaining.
Enjoy your families while you can, I guess? Things and people change… you yourself will change… and in today’s messed up world, relationships, not even familial ones are permanent. And maybe that is a good thing.
Have a great Monday you guys! Thanks for dropping in.
Filthie
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