Too much Tail

If you have a tail, keep on walkin. Three dogs, three cats equals 6 butts. 6 tails. 6 non-human, non-english speaking beings that live in my home and eat food I buy and sleep in my home and and drive me crazy. A leaf falls from the tree?Lola barks. A squirrel farts two miles away? Lola barks. A bird flies to a new telephone pole? Lola.... barks. She barks and barks and barks until she is reunited with humans.

I actually contemplated taking her to the humane shelter. How inhumane is that? I know that if Cesar Milan were to spend a few hours here he'd point the finger at me as the problem with Lola's big mouth. I am not the alpha as far as Lola is concerned. The other dogs they respect me. I'm the Tony Soprano in my household to them anyway. But Lola is a little like one of the guys on the Sopranos who wants to do their own thing, without Tony's knowledge. And we all know what happens to someone that doesn't do what Tony wants them to do...

Speaking of the Sopranos. The latest issue of Vanity Fair has a fabulous cover of Tony Soprano, Adriana and the creator of the Sopranos, David Chase. I bought it and devoured the article. I can't believe that soon, the Sopranos will truly be over. For the last 8 years or so,I think, I've been watching or, rather, waiting to watch, the Sopranos. I love this show. It's violent, but that isn't why I like it. In spite of the fact that it is violent, I love the show. I love the characters. I love the story lines. I love the writing. I love the acting. I love this show. I know it's not real. I know that Tony S. is fictional. But, I still love him.

I cracked a tooth. During a meeting today of our center staff, I'm going over policies, etc. and wonder why I taste a gritty taste. Is it the gum I'm chewing? Then, I go to the restroom and look in the mirror and discover that part of one of my teeth is gone. Great. A jagged tooth. How sexy is that? I hate going to the dentist. I've had months and months of radiation several surgeries and many many treatments of chemo. And I handle that better then going to the dentist.

So tomorrow I am calling to make an appt. I can only imagine the costs. More bills.

I've decided though to put an ad in the paper and find Lola a new home. Maybe Ms. Lola is a one-dog dog. It's time. I can't take another day of it. I'm grinding my teeth to a pulp.