Too Funny Not To Share

I’m interrupting my unplanned, un-announced blogging hiatus (just too damn busy and slightly uninspired) because this is just too mind-boggling and hilarious a story not to share…

Here’s the run-down…

I arrived home from work like any other day to be greeted by the adorable shaking and “so-happy-you’re-home” excitement of my dog, Perri.   In case you’re not sure just how dang cute my puppy is, here’s a gratuitous photo:

See? I toldja! She’s rockin’ out on vacay in Miami in this photo…

Anyways, the first thing I always do when I get home is scope out the apartment to see what mischief the little she-devil has caused while home alone.  It ranges from destroyed pillows to gnawed bureau knobs to exploded pens on our couch (I told you she’s a devil!) although occasionally, it’s only a chewed-up magazine or (rarely,) nothing at all.

I scoped out the living room and all seemed well and good.  ’Amazing!’ I thought. ‘Most excellent day!’ Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something hidden way in the back on the floor underneath our TV console.

See that white blob next to the storage bins? What is that?

A dishtowel.  Perri likes to chew the basket where our dishtowels reside and apparently, she took one to hide.  OK, no biggie, I could handle that.  No harm, no foul. I reached underneath to pull out the folded up dish towel only to find that inside it was…

POOP!

EW!

I sh*t you not (pun intended), this dish towel was folded over at least twice, concealing the gross content and definitely “hidden.”

For the record, our dog is a “hider”.  We give her a bone and instead of chewing it, she trots off and hides it somewhere stupid, typically under one of our pillows on our bed.

I also unintentionally stuck my finger directly into this lovely little present, which was one of the grosser things I’ve done in my life*.

This is an un-doctored, un-tampered photo of the incriminating evidence

Pete and I are seriously bewildered over this.  We do have a crazy-ass dog walker who comes every day but when I called her, she said she saw the dish towel on the floor after she walked Perri but that it was flat, not folded, and there was definitely no poop in it, so she offered no clues as to how this happened (unless she’s lying.  Which is a possibility, given her level of crazy-pants. But…I don’t think she had anything to do with this.)

So. Our only option is to believe that our dog took a dish towel out of the basket (totally believable), pooped on it (eh, I’ll give her that too) and then folded up the towel and hid it under the TV stand (HOW IN THE HELL?!?!)…

Is our dog a genius of epic proportions or am I missing something here? I can’t stop laughing over this. I know, RI. DONK.

Anyways, I’m hoping to feel inspired to write some more running posts soon but for now, this’ll have to do! Hope this story made you laugh on this dreary Monday!

*Excluding all four years of college

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Bad Dog/Good Dog (And Someone Else’s Baby)

Las Friday, I came home to this:

That, my friends, is (or rather, was) a decorative pillow on our couch, brutally dismembered until unrecognizable by the demonic force that is Perri.

She’s so proud of herself.

Look, Ma, look what I did! That rascal…

However, in an apparent attempt to get back in our good graces, Perri has started to sleep or sit on the back of our necks and I’ll be darned if it’s not the cutest thing I ever did see.

Exhibit A

Exhibit B (roadtrip!)

This is, indeed, how she sat for a good portion of our two-hour car ride.  Yes, our dog is spoiled as hell.

And finally, just for fun, another photo from our road trip to central PA, where our friends’ 10-week-old baby awaited.  I put on my slickest moves but alas, she did not take to me…

That didn’t stop me from grinning like an idiot while I held her (Oh, that sweet baby smell, I die!)

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Two Exciting Things!

Alright, don’t pee your pants just yet, it’s nothing that great.  But first and foremost, I registered for the MORE Magazine Half-Marathon in New York City’s Central Park on April 3!

Source

This is exciting for two reasons.  First, it will be the first race I’ve run since the Boston Marathon in April of 2010.  Second, I’m running it with a group of co-workers from my school, most of whom are beginner runners.  I’m leading training sessions twice a week and will be emailing out a weekly run schedule.

Basically, it feels like my first real (well, only semi-real since I’m not getting paid) coaching gig, which is AWESOME.  As in, feels like the babiest of baby steps towards one of my life’s goals, which is to be a paid running coach (hence this blog!)

Anyways, while I won’t be running the race for a personal record, I have a feeling I’m going to be pretty damn emotional when my 12 female co-workers cross the finish line, some of them for the first time.  Oh yeah, did I mention it’s an all-women race? Girl power, roowr!

I’ll be sure to post more about our half-marathon training sessions, as well as our weekly mileage and work-out schedule as we get into things

And the second exciting thing to happen to me today? I took Perri for her first run and it was a grand ol’ success! Turns out, I somehow managed to adopt my dog soul-mate (in my ways than one.  But we won’t go there because you’ll all think I’m nuts.) In short, little Perri loves running!

At first, she was all like, ‘I wanna sniff the urine of every single other dog who has walked past here in the last 10 years’ but once I got her moving, there was no stopping her.

She was running all out, ears back, galloping at a pace that even I struggled to keep up with.  It reminded me of when I was little and used to just run, as fast as I could, like there was no tomorrow and no on could catch me, ever. Yes, I’m 100% sure that’s exactly how she felt (feel free to stifle your laughter at my craziness, oh about…now.)

We managed to get out for about 25 minutes, with a bunch of stops along the way (I jogged in place while she sniffed.)

You know what? Running with my dog is a million times better than running by myself.  I’ll definitely be doing this more often.  Suh-weeeeet!

For a Monday, this day wasn’t too terrible, thanks to the above incidents.  It’s the little things in life, eh?

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Funny Stuff My Dog Does

*Please note- This will probably be a series because, well, I’m completely and utterly obsessed with my dog.

Whenever I take a shower and don’t shut the bathroom door completely, Perri likes to sneak in and steal whatever clothing is lying on the bathroom floor.  It’s hilarious.

You want proof? Just for fun, I busted out my camera to catch the little devil in action…

Round One resulted in shorts, my scarf and a sock but she wasn’t done there.  Oh no, there were plenty of other things on that floor, waiting to be stolen.

Round Two resulted in my sports bra and an innocent “Who, me?” face.

And finally, in the act- Arms up, clothing theif, I caught ya red-handed…

And don’t let those innocent eyes fool you, my dog is smart as hell and knows exactly what she’s doing, that rascal.

This is just a warning in case you ever come over to my house and wonder why my (or yours, if you happen to take a shower)clothing  is scattered all over my living room floor

Cheerio, mates, I’ll be back to running stuff tomorrow!

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