Rose’s entry “Rose’s Traumatizing Dead Animal Experiences” reminded me of this event from my childhood. Not as traumatic as a dead animals, but it was something that annoyed me for WEEKS.

When I was younger my sister and I would visit our Dad and Stepmom in Ohio. This particular time I was probably about 6/7 which would make my sister 16/17. Now naturally my sister was wiser and older and smarter etc etc etc (at least she acted that way :P). Crushing my childhood was something she did frequently, she probably has no memory of doing so but it happened often! We both still remember this event though, and it makes me laugh now.

I remember being in Ohio visiting my Dad and Stepmom with my sister when somehow we got into this debate (aka them vs me) about Lassie. I LOVED Lassie as a child. A cute fluffy dog that saves people?! Seeing as I always wanted a pet at that age that was my dream dog. I wanted to have a dog like that, so badly. I don’t remember how it started, but I remember how it ended. Somehow someone brought up to me that Lassie is a boy. I of course was 6/7 and knew everything and kept saying “No, Lassie’s a girl dog!”, because that’s what the dog was so naturally I assumed the dog playing Lassie was a girl too. My sister, dad and stepmom, kept trying to tell me she was really a he. I remember they kept saying that a girl dog would not do those tricks or roll around in the dirt (or something like that). I remember laying on the couch ANNOYED at them for telling me this. For weeks I thought they were lying. I remember being almost in TEARS at this news because I was just so upset at the fact that the show was lying by using a male dog to play a female dog.

Of course years and years later I realized they were right and discovered the amazingness that is the internet and was able to look it up myself . I laugh at it now, considering how upset and angry I was. You’d think they told me Santa Claus was fake or something because I was really that mad, over a DOG. My sister still remembers this (we talked about it many months ago) and I’m sure remembers the pure rage that I was having over such an event. I think I was more upset over this then when I realize there was tooth fairy (I’ll blog about that soon too, it’s an amusing story). Anything specific from your child like this? Whether it was learning about Santa Claus or something show related like me?

Vlog soon as well, once I stop getting distracted by shiny things.

Edit: So I remember mentioning this once to my sister on facebook and I found it on her wall. From last year, she apparently doesn’t remember telling me Lassie was a boy.  Veronica = Me, Allison = my sister, and Nancy = one of my aunts. I think I’m slightly offended she doesn’t remember this since it was such a huge deal to me when I was younger

While I was visiting family in Tennessee back in June my friend (and roomie) Becca sent me a text message said she got a kitty. The poor little guy was riding along in her boyfriend’s motor for 1 1/2 hours before he was found. Naturally she took him in So let me introduce you to Yuki (you-key). A lovable, cuddle, kitty that likes to pounce anything and tends to play with my fly swatter more than his own toys. Since Becca works Tuesday-Thursday and I am off Tuesdays (and sometimes Thursdays) she leaves her bedroom door open so I can visit him.

SO CUTE :D! It’s so nice walking in her room and going through her stuff … I mean playing with the kitty. Yeah that’s it. … anyways, there’s nothing like going in her room and the little Yuki monster running up to me purring and meowing He’s a growing baby boy of hyperness. He’s definitely a very nice addition to the apartment He’s also run into our closet mirrors (our two door closet doors are just giant mirrors) about 5 times I think? Enough talk, here’s photos.

Taken by Becca, I stole it off her facebook :D!

Why hello thurr. Notice the fly swatter :P?

Under my desk. One more under the cut
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I had a lovely trip to TN and am back in Florida. Visiting until Tuesday when I am going back to Tallahassee, boo. And working Wednesday morning. Epic boo. Nephew is here for the weekend and he’s such a joy, when he’s not chasing my dog and throwing cheerios everywhere But I wanted to share Neo, my dog’s, amazing epic mad skillz. Cos he has them, oh does he ever.

After seeing Rose’s blog about her dogs balancing things on their heads (which she originally got from Heather Armstrong), I wanted to see how my dog would fair up. It was pretty much fail. Neo will do anything for a treat, but he also gets super excited when you get one and starts prancing around like a horse (not even kidding). So instead I just made him “sit” and “stay” and balanced this pink hat toy a neighbor got him on his head, kinda. Here are the ‘best’ shots.

He looks offended by the pink hat ‘Cos he’s a boy and all.

Notice the cheerios on the floor?

Mid bark.

This counts right?

Okay so I guess he did well I think he prefers playing dead and jumping through a hula-hoop though.