I had a rather uneventful day yesterday. Went to the store and ran errands, then came home and worked with CharlieGoddammit to calm him down. I think his biggest problem is that he's been thrown in a backyard and never had much human interaction. He's smarter than hell and eager to learn.
He's coming along a lot better than I thought he would after only 2 days.
About 7 I cracked open a beer, poured one for the dog and settled in to watch Fox network to see what the fucking liberals were up to.
We ended up drinking about an 18 pack between the 2 of us but for some reason I couldn't even catch a buzz. I finally gave up about 1 and went to bed myself.
About 3 in the morning I woke up to find the dog doing unspeakable things to my pillow, things that I hadn't even done. Things that would probably get you jailed in every state but Kalifornia and Oklahoma. Things that made me glad that he had the decency to pull the pillow from under my head and off the bed first.
Today's not going to be a whole lot different. I'm going to work some more with the dog, then at 3 go to my folks' house for my Pop's 70th birthday, then go shopping for a new pillow.