|Himself, the Werninator|
Probably because he's 1) supervised at all times that he's out of his crate and 2) crated when we're not around. Left to his own devices, he'd likely have chewed a hole through the back door and eaten all the decorative mulch and firepit leavin's.
He's a dear, that one.
And just got $50 of new toys today, for Biff is a softie and Wern is a teething mess of puppy that needed a trip to the PetSmart this afternoon to distract him (Wern) from all the luscious not-puppy toys there are to play with at the Tiny House.
Which is why dried pig ears are such a blessing. We should really purchase them in bulk, they are so perfect for him. One will keep him gnawing away for over an HOUR, which means his sharp pupster teeth aren't on 1) us, 2) the cats, 3) our shoes, 4) the furniture, 5) the kitchen cabinets, 6) the carpet, 7) the gel mat in the kitchen ,8) ohyougettheidea,
Pigs to whom those ears used to belong, I salute and thank you.
Yahoo concerts last night sucked me in with visions of a human haystack trilling as nicely as a Hagridded-up Geddy Lee, and thus I watched, amazed, for fully 20 minutes before trying to figure out what on Earth I was watching besides perhaps Snuffeluppagus' human cousin IN A BAND.
Well, it was in fact good ol' Coheed and Cambria, who are it seems a rather popular band among certain segments of the population who are oh, about half my age. Who'd a thunk it? Here is a picture of their very talented lead singer:
I am not at all kidding.
Out of this wall o' fuzz came a Very Good Voice Indeed, an the band seemed to be having fun as did the audience who knew the words to songs I've never heard of and it seemed a jolly good time.
Some people know this band, or their progeny do, and because progeny treat this group as small gods, I will have to say they are worth a listen, even if you're not into their genre. I was impressed by the haystack up there, and what shouldn't be too surprising a turn of events, he's actually kind of cute and approachable looking when not Cousin It'ing it up.
And cute, it never hurt a soul.
Lastly, I tied my hair in a knot today, because I did not think ahead and bring something with me to help keep it out of my face. It might be my new go-to 'do, as the lack of clips/pins/elastics = no pulling/tugging/pain and that is a good dang thing, y'all.
Twist the hair, make a loop, shove the end through the center, pull tight. Done.
Best for hair with 'texture,' which is to say at least wavy. My lovely niece, for example, wouldn't be able to do this, for Asian hair is lush and thick and strong and slippery as all get out. That knot would fall out lickety split, which is a curly girl's revenge for never being able to really fully comb out their hair due to insta-tangling and that haystack thing that's going on up there (^) if we DARE run a comb through it when dry.
Silver linings, people.