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You may be wondering why I post what I eat. I look at it as a kind of accountability thing. I'd like to get to the point one day where I am eating so healthy, people don't even recognize the foods I'm talking about anymore. Or maybe not that extreme- but somewhere in there I hope for improvement. Believe it or not, my diet has improved. I used to eat lots of ramen, yaki-soba, canned heavy cream with msg soup, all of which had enough sodium to cure an entire pig farm.

So that's that. Oh- today I had chicken primavera with angel hair, a packet of sixlets, blue Koolaid, coffee and water.

I think I have neglected to mention that we got a dog a while back. He's an animal shelter special. Chihuahua, beagle, jack russel, dachshund, etc. Mostly looks like a slightly larger chihuahua. Very cute. Light brown with a brown nose, and white feet. For a long time, we thought potty training was going to be a lost cause. He would go outside when we took him, but then would go in his crate while we were away, almost without fail, even if we were gone less than an hour. He would also poop in random places- like the middle of the kitchen floor. And God help you if you left some clothes on the bathroom floor- they would surely be peed upon. Well, I don't know if it's coincidence or if my parents in law are some kind of dog-whisperers, because we left him in their care one weekend, and he hasn't gone in the house since. Not once.

He is also learning nicely how to walk on a leash without acting like an idiot.
We still have the problem of him getting away from us (getting out of the leash, escaping when we open the door) and running down the street, taking great joy in eluding us and taking no notice of approaching vehicles. It has only been the kindness of neighbors/strangers, who he will run up to, being willing to seize him that he hasn't disappeared/died. We figure this is how he ended up in the shelter in the first place.

Anyways, he has improved in obedience so much that I almost think I like him better than the cat. I can't believe I'm saying this. I still love my kitty, and she will always be my favorite by default, but Louie (dog) is quickly closing the gap. When Gordon leaves, Louie gets into bed, gets under the covers and curls up as close to me as he can get. It's precious. Today he actually got into Gordon's spot and had his head and arms out of the covers, and his head on the pillow- just like a little person. The cat is also beginning to accept his presence every now and then. Sometimes they play and chase each other around the house and it warms my heart. Now he just has to learn the difference between playful cat and angry cat.

I make a point to play with Zelda (cat) and brush her once or twice a day, which she loves, so that she doesn't feel forgotten. She also still likes to get up on my desk while I'm working and steal things, lay on papers, and knead my lap with her claws- things I cherish which doggie will never be able to do.