The Dog Ate My Homework

So, I'm sitting here right now, trying to form a cohesive thought and theme for this blog post but getting endlessly distracted by a barking Max. Max is the puppy, or should I say ManPuppy. He'll be 10 months old in a few weeks, so he's a puppy but not really. But, then again, ManPuppy sounds like some sort of strange monster creature thing, so perhaps I should scrap that?

Yeah, I think I just proved my point about the barking distraction. So, anyway, Max is barking. More like yipping because he is a Sheltie (and a ManPuppy). I go find him to see what I can do to appease this little beast and I find the source of his distress: the sunlight streaming through the shades is casting an admittedly odd shadow on the couch. Oh, Maxie, if couches and sunlight offend you, you'll have a hard time getting through this life. But then again, he doesn't have to worry about that because I willingly spoil and enable all 3 of my dogs. As a matter-of-fact, I have joked before that I'd love to carry Max around in a Baby Sling. But, if no one thought it weird, I'd probably do it.

And here are the things that we know about me so far:

1. I cook, sometimes occasionally (ha, how is that for inane!) and sometimes a lot.
2. I am a crazy dog lady. Thank you, thank you very much.

Is anything else really important? Probably, but the ManPuppy keeps barking and my brain has officially shut down. Instead, I'll leave you with a video I randomly shot yesterday. The house was being pelted with torrential downpours but we were all safe, warm, and cozy at home (and making a hot mess of that home, if I may add).