Tag Archives: frustration


The quest for the well-labeled inn. [Boing Bong]

I can usually figure out the plumbing fairly quickly. Unlike Cory, virtually all my travel is inside the US, which I expect makes a difference. I’ve never had to deal with a freakshow shower like the one in the photo he posts..

I share Cory’s frustration with lightswitches. I just want to turn out the light and go to bed; I don’t want to go on a goddamn treasure hunt trying to figure out where the switches are.

Not mentioned by Cory: Hotel rooms with inaccessible electrical sockets. This is the 21st Century – we need plenty of electrical sockets to plug in our gadgets, and we need to be able to get at them without moving the furniture. You know what we don’t need? A clock radio. It’s not 1980 anymore. We use our phones to wake us up. If you put in a clock radio, you might as well also include a candlestick phone and Franklin stove.

Adventures of a dog owner. Warning: Much of this post is about poop. Dog poop seems to be a thing with us now

Minnie had a diarrhea attack in her crate in the night. I think the catfood she got into yesterday gave her diarrhea. Quite a mess and not something I want to wake up to first thing in the morning, particularly on a Saturday. Well, that’s not true — I don’t want to wake up to it any day.

While I was in the process of cleanup, I forgetfully left the gate open from the kitchen to the rest of the house And Minnie got into the catfood again.

I’m going to skip her breakfast and maybe her dinner too. According to reputable Websites (aspca.org mainly) that’s the way to stop a dog’s diarrhea — don’t feed her for a day. Of course I’ll put her back on food tomorrow morning regardless. And possibly this evening if she seems regular during the day.

It’s been tough getting Minnie into her crate all week, ever since I relocated it Monday while rearranging my office. The first two nights after the move, the crate was under a big window, which I left open. I think she heard something through that window that scared her. Now she doesn’t want to get in the crate, even though I’ve moved it to the far wall, away from all the windows. She doesn’t show fear when I try to get her in. But she’s reluctant. Her body language and behavior says nope. No thanks. I’ll just stay in my bed in the corner. I’m fine there.

Minnie being hard to get into her crate is a problem. During the months that we didn’t crate her to sleep, she soiled indoors and occasionally shredded things when left alone for the night.

I suppose we could leave her in the sunroom and I could get up after six hours and let her out for 15 minutes. Or even walk her. But I’m trying to avoid that. We can’t live our lives around the dog. And crating her was not a problem until this week. She was fine. She willingly got into the crate. She stayed there all night. Even this week — once she gets into the crate she settles in. She doesn’t shred or show any other signs of emotional distress. And she comes out cheerfully in the morning.

Cheese lured her into the crate last night, and cheese might also be the cause of her diarrhea. That’s a problem. I gave her a few nubbins pinched from a cheese stick to lure her into the crate, and about a third of a teaspoon of cream cheese as a reward once she was in the cage. I can probably give her less cheese to get her in there. Hopefully, the cheese is not the digestive problem — hopefully the catfood is — because she really loves cheese.