11:30 am, second nap of the day

I really am working on my thesis. But I thought I'd take a few minutes here and there to chart Gilligan's nap progress. It is now 11:30 am. He slept on the couch till about 11:00, at which time I prepared his breakfast and let him eat it on the couch (so as not to interrupt his rest too much). He breakfasted and then moseyed on over to the floor beside my computer chair for his second nap of the day.

9:00 am, first nap of the day

I might be turning into my mother, posting all these dog pictures. I'd like to say that I have a life apart from K9 maintenance, but at the moment that's not strictly accurate. At least in Gilligan's mind, I exist solely to feed him, bathe him, scratch his belly and that place he can't reach just above his tail, take him for rides in the car, and tell him he's great. Maybe he is me in a parallel universe and I'm me from the karma of a past life where I have to be nicer to me this time around. That opens up too many chances for me to screw it all up somehow. SO, I should get back to work on my thesis.

Identify please

I think this is a Wolf Spider, Lycosidae. It was walking over my head last night, suspended from the ceiling above my computer monitor. I'm sure it was just lookin' for a home, like we all do, but I scooped it inot a cup and threw it outside. I just couldn't stand the thought of it crawling on me accidentally at night. I hope it's ok.

Jenny-Martian

I'm waiting for my cabbage to cook and I think my brain might spontaneously combust if I even think about my thesis right now. So, here you go. A weird picture of me. Just what you always wanted to see.

the Afterbath

Gilligan has such a tough life. He had a traumatic bath experience today when I got home from work. Here he is shaking off the horror with his fourth or fifth nap of the day. I wish I were my dog sometimes.

Guarding his Mummy

Gilligan follows me around like a puppy these days. Here he is guarding the entry to my studio. I'm not sure why I posted this one.

Meeces love soap to pieces

This might be kinda disgusting for those of you freaks who hate nature, but I proudly share my dwelling with any of my local fauna willing to brave the primitive conditions of my camper. My motto: I have spiders because I need spiders. Well, that's one of my mottos anyway. So, I have a mouse these days. Maybe more than one, I don't know. I caught a glimpse of one hurling itself across the floor a few weeks ago, and I clean up its "presents" to me regularly. But I've noticed that it seems to really dig my soap. This was a bar of baby chicken-shaped pink holiday soap from Avon. With use, it's lost some of it's finer detailing, but the basic shape is still there. Anyway, it looks like a mouse tried to pry it through the bars of my soap holder in the first picture. The second picture (a different day) is of the chick's rear, where, the discerning eye may discern the tell-tale teeth marks in the soap. I hope the mouse doesn't get sick from eating my soap. If there's one thing worse than a mouse in my house, it's a sick mouse in my house.