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Snippets, thirty-six

Here are some short pieces based on things that have happened in my life recently. 

New Dog Bed

So Hoban (my dog) kinda messed up his old dog bed. After he and I stayed in the living room while we had a house guest, he began to hump his dog bed. He had never done this before, but it continued even after we moved back into staying in my bedroom.

Mostly, this humping was just a bit annoying, but sometimes it made me laugh. So, ultimately, I didn't care too much that he was doing it. But, recently, his nails got sharp enough or he got persistent enough (or both) that he started to rip the cover until part of the pillow inside it came out.

I did what anyone would do, I ordered him a new bed. It arrived a few days ago, but somehow still took me a minute to take it out of its packaging. Not sure why. Maybe I liked the idea that he'd perhaps be incentivized to cuddle with me more (but, when he wanted space, he still went on the couch, so not sure this did anything). I think it was more that chores have felt more overwhelming to me as of late. But, now it's out (though I still need to put the cover on).

The new dog bed is a lovely shade of green (his old one was a warm shade of brown), so I do like it. I guess I hope it's comfy enough. I don't know how to judge such things as I weigh far more than Hoban and so I can't accurately tell how much it will squish under his weight.

I hope he likes it, but there's no way to tell if he really does. I don't think he's particularly discerning, so he'll probably be just fine.

Here's hoping this one can withstand an future shenanigans (or, better yet, that he stops such shenanigans altogether!).

Vancouver

Did you know there was a Real Housewives of Vancouver? I only saw that recently (the Peacock app really has my number). I was even more surprised to see that there was more than one season out (just two, but still).

I began the show and, as it always does with reality shows, it took me a while to learn everyone's names and storylines. I think I mostly have the hang of it now (as I watch episode 11 mind you).

There are a few things that stand out to me about this iteration of the super popular franchise:

  • There are two who look SO alike
  • I am concerned for one of them (Ronnie) in terms of her drinking (she plans to name a wine line "Rehab" cause she liked rehab, but wished there was a happy hour)
  • I am still super amused when their Canadian accents come out
  • I feel like we haven't seen any of the husbands (to the point that I thought they were all single, but now they've mostly all made at least a passing reference to their husbands)
  • I cannot tell how old any of these women are (I usually think they're far older than they are which is probably my fault, but it could be an indicator of the quality of the work they'd had done)
  • I have very little idea how these women got their money (Were they born into it? Did they earn it? Are their husbands rich (and, if so, how did they get rich)? Idk I just feel like this is usually a bit more of the plot)

Wagon Wheels

Oh, when did the wheels carve the grooves so deep? When did this vehicle meant to carry me from place to place only leave the most painful tracks? How did my life end up even near this road? Who gave me this wagon and how did I find myself in the passenger seat, unable to see the driver?

At times, I have reached or even jolted towards the reins. At times, I've even managed to jerk the wheels out of their ruts, but while that may have ultimately made the slopes of those grooves less steep and harsh, it did not dig the wheels out. And, so, I have stayed on the same road.

I see others on the road beside me, and try to help them grab their reins, but, too often, I see people steering away and still lamenting their positions. And even more still, I see other wagons on higher roads filled with lush vegetation.

There have also been times, if I am truthful, that I have gotten out of the passenger seat and simply climbed into the back of the wagon to lay myself down and rest. What else could I do? The driver had the reins and wheels were set. If I wanted to wrestle the reins away, I'd need my strength.

For now, I am in the passenger seat again, planning my next grab in the hopes of escaping the devil I ride beside.

Though the devil I know does entice me by saying they're better than the one I don't know, perhaps the devil I don't is no devil at all.

(Prompt by Kimisha Cassidy)

Photo by Max Bvp on Unsplash


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