Thursday, April 26, 2012

That dog...

Just when I claimed that the dog never slept on his big pillow beside the bed, he has started sleeping on it and making a liar out of me. The very fact that I mentioned it must have been a trigger for him to start using it. That happens a lot when I mention some sort of behavior of his here on this blog. The minute I do he starts doing it in the exact opposite way I claimed he did. Maybe he secretly turns the computer on when I'm asleep and reads my blog.

That will make world news. It will teach me not to make generalized statements about the dog because they all will prove to be untrue.  When I mentioned the other day that he was completely house broken, he did a neat turd directly by the back door on the linoleum. When I say he's best friends with the cat, he starts bothering her something awful as if he doesn't like her at all. Anything I say about him, he'll prove differently. He's an ornery dog.

Other than that he thinks that every banana I eat is supposed to be shared with him and he looks very disappointed if he only gets one bite. He thinks I go to the toilet just to sit there and rub his belly because he always follows me into the bathroom. The first thing I do every morning is greet him as if he's the most important creature in the world (don't tell anyone but he is). He's an attachment of me just as well as my arm or leg is.

So much for that rotten dog.

I went to the hairdresser this morning and had the great pleasure of having my hair washed and cut. When my hair was washed, I also got a great head massage and I had been secretly hoping for one. I needed it because my muscles were very tight and they loosened up quite a bit.

I got a great haircut and it's very easy to manage. Everybody who works there knows how I want my hair cut and they all do a great job. I do have my personal preference but anyone can do it. It had been something like seven weeks since I had it cut so it was more than time for it to be done. I was amazed at how much hair came off.

I do see a very middle aged woman when I look in the mirror at the hairdresser. It's even worse when my hair is wet and it sticks up in all directions. It's best not to be too critical of yourself then. I purposely don't wear my glasses when I go. I don't have to see every detail.

I look alright once my hair is styled and in place. If I squint it's not too bad and if I run fast you hardly notice how old I really am.

Have a good day.



Anonymous said...

I LOVE that sentence "If I squint it's not too bad and if I run fast you hardly notice how old I really am"! Priceless! I'm going to try to use it myself - but of course, I'll give you full credit. We middle-aged women must stick together!

Maggie May said...

I often see an old lady staring at me when I look into a shop window! Now I wonder who that could be!!!!! Enough to make anyone scurry off. You see...... I'm trapped in an older body, thats what it is.
Maggie X

Nuts in May

Gail said...

I am long overdue for a cut. I shall have to be putting it up soon. Trying to resist the temptation to cut it myself.

Rob-bear said...

Even Bear gets his locks cropped. Occasionally.

Middle age means you're halfway there. It's the time when you are old enough to know how to be a delinquent (I mean character), and can do it with flair and panache!

Oh, wait. It's not you. The dog is the delinquent. Ornery creature, indeed. You probably couldn't take him to Denny's, if there were a Denny's in the Netherlands.

You, however, have a most wonderful character.

Blessings and Bear hugs.

Wisewebwoman said...

Why are we all so afraid of growing old? I'm sure it must be the media spin.
We should be treasured as we get older, all that experience and wisdom. Papua New Guinea had it right.
I am sure you are gorgeous, Irene, Tyke thinks so, and wrinkles are earned.