The Boasting Hall

[perzephone]

I've finally encountered a meme I just can't do. I don't have any self-loathing so to speak, and self-loathing is usually a cornerstone of depression... I just can't think of much of anything that I'm worth bragging about, especially not 20 things. Many times I wonder, since I usually feel like I'm an incredible waste of space, why the Universe didn't put someone with real potential into my place? Why am I sitting here & not someone who could have changed the world? Did the world really need yet another worker bee to keep the wheels of local government turning?

Here is a list of good things about me, without apologies, without negating exceptions, and in no particular order:

1. My dog likes me.

2. I give good mind

3. I can multi-task


Chelsie (and Rob) survived her first trip to the vet. She's healthy & happy & that's all that matters. We're still having to determine if we're focusing on bite <i>inhibition</i> with her, or if we need to switch to bite <i>prohibition</i>. My hands are all torn up & she keeps going for Rob's nose.
 

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Re: Socially Retarded

[perzephone.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've been looking into the obediance classes - I'm trying to find one that basically trains you to train your dog. Most of the places at the pet stores out here are kind of like... I don't know - they have this sort of New-Agey 'put your dog in time out' feel to them.

I could really use my dad right now - he trained professional-level guard dogs w/German commands, heh. He had trained a pair of German Shepherds for one of his bosses & every time his boss got drunk & tried to go to the office to sleep it off, he'd have to call my dad on the radio for help because the boss couldn't remember German when he was sauced. My dad would have to yell commands at them over the C.B. & it would confuse the heck out of our own dogs.