The marathon continues

I am currently nine working days into the marathon and I can honestly say that I have never felt more worthless in my entire life. I am slightly comforted by the fact that I am indeed in the process of a big change, but nonetheless I haven't done anything even remotely productive since the morning of August 16th. So what do I do with my time off, you may ask. Well, I'm glad you asked. I read John Grisham books that I have read before, I piddle around on the internet, I call apartments in Twin Falls to ask them if they will allow me my dog in the residence-only to be told that I may not unless I have a doctors note. What am I supposed to do with that? Go to my family doctor and say, "Jack, hey man, long time no see! Umm..listen, I need you to write me a note saying that cleaning up dog crap off my floor is thereaputic for me, so if you could do that, it would be great. By the way, I don't have insurance, so if you could not charge me for this, that would be good too." Apparently Twin Falls does not like my dog. I feel their pain. Which reminds me. I was putting a load of laundry in this morning, Manchu, the dog, followed me downstairs and managed to go after mom again by walking into her bedroom and dropping a deuce on her floor, she caught him. I'm sure by this point they are wondering, when are they going to get this dog out of the house? Revenge was mine yesterday, I gave the dog a haircut, all by myself. : )

Leaving the dog unattended

We are currently 10 days into the "how long can Joel go without doing anything" marathon - I must say, I feel quite worthless. When mom and dad came home this evening with a new dryer I jumped at the opportunity to help unload and set it up. Caught up in the enthusiasm of the moment, I left Manchu (our two year old Shi-tzu) unattended upstairs. 30 minutes later I come back upstairs, feeling good about myself for not allowing the entire day to be wasted only to find my mother frowning at me. "Your dog peed three times and crapped in the floor," was the statement I walked in to. I looked down at Manchu who was starring up at me with his tongue barely sticking out of his mouth, eyes bugging out of his head and couldn't help but chuckle inside. I hate that dog.