Dogs and Furnishings

So my roommate's parents are away for about three weeks, and in that time we are taking care of their dog -- a cute little white Westie. She's pretty precious. But today, my roommate is at her orientation session...and I realize that I have no idea how to take care of a dog. At all. It's a little like suddenly having a baby. "You're barking. Why are you barking? What do you want? Do you want to go out? Do you want food? Are you scared? Do you want to play? WHAT IS IT, DEAR GOD STOP BARKING!" She's been following me around all day, which is cute, if a little needy -- I thought she was going to scratch down the bathroom door when I went to take a shower. But there's another dog that lives across the hall, and she's spent a good chunk of today having a barking and whining contest with it. The neighbours are going to kick us out. Actually, I should get back there -- still no internet, so I'm over at Answerboy's as usual.

My couch and loveseat are going to be delivered today (EXCITING NEWS, I know!). I'm missing some orientation week events for this, since I had to set up the delivery before I had anything resembling a schedule. I'm sort of bummed at missing them...but on the other hand, catching up on sleep also seems like a good idea....

These entries are quite boring, I realize. Hopefully they'll get more interesting and more carefully-drawn when I can write them from my own place, in not quite such a rush.

~isolde