January 2008


1.1 lbs.

That is how much weight the Beastlet has gained in the last eight days. That may not seem like much to someone whose weight is in the triple digits, but when your starting weight is 2.8lbs, that means you packed on nearly 50% of your body weight in a single week!

Of course, what more would you expect from someone who spends all her free time either eating or on the computer?

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The car in the lane next to us was driving erratically — slowing down abruptly, hovering in my blindspot when I was clearly trying to change lanes, and then swerving slightly over the line. Since I suffer from road rage even under the best of circumstances, this was testing my patience and making me increasingly agitated. Luckily, I was able to speed up and pass. As I breathed a sigh of relief, JP glanced over and informed me that the driver — a woman about our age — was texting. Not 30 seconds later, the offending driver slowed abruptly yet again and was rear-ended by another driver. The accident was minor. There was a horrendous crunching noise that I’m sure translates to hundreds of dollars in repairs, but neither party was injured.

But only six months ago, a car load of teen girls lost their lives thanks to the urgent need to send and receive text messages, and surely they are not alone. How many others have traded their lives — and the lives of others — for the convenience of sending a quick note to their boss, friend or lover?

Millions of things distract us when we are driving — kids yelling in the backseat, annoying commercials on the radio that necessitate changing the station, a ringing cell phone. The list goes on and on. Every time we choose to glance away from the road — just for a second — we are taking a risk. But when you look away for a prolonged period — long enough to tap out a message using the tiny keypad of your phone — that risk escalates to wanton carelessness.

So do us all a favor — yourself included — and wait until get to your destination before focusing your attention on that itty bitty keyboard.

Meet the Beastlet (a miniature version of the Beastie)…

When the breeder called yesterday to say that the puppy had had her shots and was ready to go whenever we were ready to pick her up, there was no question of waiting until Saturday. I had the day off work and JP was able to take the day off, so away we went to the mountains of North Georgia, the land that time forgot, where the view is spectacular and the towns are a little creepy. (How many Jesus signs does one town need? I’m just saying…)

Once we saw her in person, we were even more in love. She is so tiny and adorable. Even though at full grown she’ll be much smaller than Winston, she’s actually already bigger than he was when I brought him home. She was one of the biggest of her litter and the breeder said she has been eating like a horse and bossing around all of her siblings. Not exactly a delicate little flower, that one. Of course, that hasn’t stopped us (okay, me) from dolling her up in a sparkly pink collar and carrying her around in a purse.

JP is off for the rest of week, so Lilah will have someone home with her to help her get accustomed to her new surroundings. So far she is settling in pretty well. All she does so far is eat, sleep and poop. Luckily, she’s already good at crying when she needs to go out and almost all of her pottying has been done outside. Unfortunately we are not so lucky when it comes to her sleep schedule. She slept all day yesterday and then spent all night crying. I think we got a grand total of two hours sleep. Let me tell you, I was not pleased when my alarm went off at 4:15 this morning.

The hardest part for me so far has not been the lack of sleep though, it’s watching the Beastie react. Although I’m sure he will warm up to her, right now he is absolutely miserable. He’s terrified of her (I know, he’s a freak) and will not even LOOK at her. The ride home from the breeder went a lot like this:

At home, he spent most of his time upstairs in bed, avoiding all of us. When he does come down, he lurks on the edges of the room, never getting very close. We’ve been trying to spend time with him one-on-one and give him lots of treats. That seems to help. He doesn’t seem mad at us, he’s just skittish and nervous. I think the only remedy is time. Once he figures out that she is not dangerous, hopefully he’ll come around.

Beastlet!

Well, internet, you were right. After watching Winston frolic with the other dogs at Jamie’s grandmother’s house this Christmas, we decided that he would love to have a little sister. The time has come for us to get a new puppy.

After much discussion and debate, we decided to get another Rat Terrier — it’s hard to improve on perfection! We’ve been searching for the right breeder and the right puppy, and we’ve found her. We pick her up on Saturday. She’s just outside Chattanooga, but I’d say she’s worth the drive.

Is that not the sweetest little face you’ve ever seen? Well, except for maybe this face: