{"id":322,"date":"2004-04-05T22:59:55","date_gmt":"2004-04-06T02:59:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2004\/04\/05\/sounds-so-heinous-youd-think-you-were-i"},"modified":"2004-04-05T22:59:55","modified_gmt":"2004-04-06T02:59:55","slug":"sounds-so-heinous-youd-think-you-were-in-hell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2004\/04\/05\/sounds-so-heinous-youd-think-you-were-in-hell\/","title":{"rendered":"Sounds so Heinous You&#8217;d Think You Were in Hell"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a124'><\/a><\/p>\n<p><P>That describes my evening and portions of my day. The complexities of parenthood took us both by surprise. Matt went to bed while I took my shower. He told me that&nbsp;Dusty whined a bit in her carrying crate but finally settled down.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Three hours later, she whined again to let me know she needed to go to the bathroom. So, at 2:20 a.m. I got up to let her do her thing (Matt remained asleep, I might add). Well, she was wide awake so I had to entertain her for a while before she&#8217;d fall back to sleep&#8230;whining.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Three hours later at 5:30 a.m. she began whining again. Once again, she did her thing and subsequently had an energy burst that lasted HOURS. Needless to say, I took Monday off from work. I spent a good chunk of the day keeping her company and calling vets, trainers and day-care centers. We have appointments every evening this week.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>I&#8217;m just hoping that I get some sleep tonight! I&#8217;m taking her to work with me tomorrow and will put in a half day there. This will likely continue until we get her to Canine College (training) in two weeks. <\/P><br \/>\n<P>Still, through all of these hassles, she&#8217;s the most adorable thing you could imagine. She&#8217;s still a bit limited mentally (sleeping in clogs, falling on her head, peeing while she&#8217;s running, shredding newspaper, running into things, stumbing and sliding across the hardwood floors), but we&#8217;re hoping she graduates to at least peeing in place. I&#8217;m not going to post pictures of her everyday because I don&#8217;t to be one of those people. However, in the absence of an inspired homecooked meal this evening (just spinach salad with grilled chicken), here is another photo of her with a sleeping Matt.&nbsp; <\/P><br \/>\n<P>Below that is a photo of me with my parents taken at my cousin&#8217;s house on Sunday. They&#8217;re on their way to Biloxi, Mississippi for vacation. You see, they have this goal of visiting every state in the country (well, the continental U.S). They&#8217;re almost done and Mississippi is one of the last ones for them. I just don&#8217;t get it. For example, they&#8217;ll fly to Washington state, drive east to the Montana border, take a photo at the &#8220;Welcome to Montana sign&#8221;, then turn around. They&#8217;ve done this throughout the country. From what I can gather, they&#8217;ve not really explored most of the states as much as they&#8217;ve touched ground momentarily in those states and then retreated to the next border crossing. Whatever- it seems to make my dad happy.<\/P><br \/>\n<P><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/cyber.law.harvard.edu\/blogs\/static\/snarl\/Mattpuppy040405.jpg\" height=\"300\" width=\"400\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"><\/P><br \/>\n<P>&#8220;karl mom dad&#8221;<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>That describes my evening and portions of my day. The complexities of parenthood took us both by surprise. Matt went to bed while I took my shower. He told me that&nbsp;Dusty whined a bit in her carrying crate but finally settled down. 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