Surreal Saturday

I’ve been in bed, in my best writer swoon, trying to shake some malaise that’s been clinging for the past week.  The downtime has given me a chance to read the fanfic of writers showcased during FanstRAvaganza.  The talent and creativity has both amazed and given me food for thought as writer.

Appropriate for Surreal Saturday, I just spent a surreal hour grooming my pom Patty.  She not only flopped on her back and allowed me to brush hardened bit of rubbish out of her tail, but remained calm while I used scissors and a brush to cut out matted fur and lightly groom.  Anybody having dealt with this traumatized high-strung pooch would appreciate how shocking a development this is.  She’s friendly sweet girl but hates for her tail and butt to be touched. Yet, there she lie grinning like it was just an unusual petting session.  Then she climbed into my lap and dozed.  Incredible.

Anyway, just realized I haven’t posted video *really* surreal and that this one might fit the bill. There’s nothing deep here, just 9 minutes 38 seconds of WTF.   If the internet were made into a music video, would this be it?  I hate to say it, but yes, yes it is – but they left out the hamster dance.   Seriously NSFW.

Oh, and if you “get” many of the mash-ups, yeah, you’re old.

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Surreal Saturday

I’ve been dealing with some issues in the past few days, the biggest being complete dismay over the emotional relapse of my pom, Patty.  I rescued her from the humane society over two years ago, not knowing she had been possibly abused and traumatized.  I never knew exactly what would trigger her fearful issues, but learned to avoid the obvious ones.  She changed from a snarly, growly, nervous, ball of nerves to a still sensitive but happy dog.

The blizzard, with its violent winds, set her back, big time.  She cowered in the bathroom and under the bed and kept it up after the storm was over. She jumped out of her skin at the slighted noise, quivered, bolted and basically acted as if she were in a prolonged panic attack.  She refused to eat but I could nab her for walkies the day after.  On Thursday it was worse, taking me 1/2 hour of coaxing and trickery to leash her.  It seemed as if she didn’t know me.

So instead of spending too much time directing my Muse (who has temperamentally flounced off), I’ve been showering Patty with TLC, constantly petting, hugging and talking to her while keeping escape routes closed off.  The attention has been paying off.  She’s started eating and stopped bolting.  She’s now attached to me like velcro, which is preferable to the way she was.  Hopefully, she will be 100% soon.  Oh, just saw her energetically loving  Dolly (a stuffed meerkat) for the first time in days.

Patty the pom in calmer days.

 

Speaking of doggy tribulations, here’s video of a more laid back pooch.

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