I LOVE Hugo. Even though he's a pain in the ass. I just wanted to say that.

On the Friday before the first Sunday in May, Daddy and I went walking down Deason Lane with a camera. We saw this coyote and managed to get a good picture. It looked HUGE! The next day we showed the picture to everybody, but John and David (great hunters that they are) claimed that it must be a wolf because the face didn't look like a coyote face. Everybody at the family reunion had a different opinion about what it might be. People thought it was anything from a deer, to a fox, to a wolf. So, Brian and Jade and Dawn and Daddy and Josie and I went out to do a field test and see how big the creature was. In one of these pictures, you can see Drunkle Brian standing with a stick where the coyote stood. I stood there too. And Jade got my picture. Of interest here is the fact that Jade managed to take a picture of me in which I bear an uncanny resemblance to the famous picture of Bigfoot from Frame 352 Patterson-Gimlin film of 1967. Go figure.

Wow, it's been forever!

Well, Hugo is much bigger and I haven't been writing. Stupid FaceBook and stupid school work. I want to just do this blog and not Facebook. Let's see if I can. I'm too drunk right now to do much, though.

Hugo at Christmas

Ok, so I still don't have nay of these 3 papers finished. But I am getting really close with one. I just discovered that I should maybe translate the glyphs from one of the scenes, but I don't have time now and I'm gonna skip it. I hope it doesn't ruin my paper.
I am afraid I'll be up past midnight working on this. Damn it.
Hugo is playing with Mason, his brother who lives next door.
If I flunk out, though, at least we can go home and live at the farm. Hugo loves it there and so do I.

Hugo Pooed in the House

I didn't get a picture, but Hugo pooed in the bedroom floor tonight. I saw him do it so maybe it was my fault. I was reading for Methods class and watched him wee wee on his wee wee pad in the bedroom, then he started sniffing around it and by the time he'd assumed the squat position and I realized what was happening, it was too late. But it was ok. I took him right outside and it was solid so easy to clean.
He's such a sweet puppy.
Anyway, we came back in and I was talking to him about what I was doing this time last year. And I thought, "why am I not blogging evey day so I'll have a record of it?"
So I talked to Hugo some more, grabbed my glass of wine and opened the computer.
Hugo is pulling at my pyjama legs right now but if I ignore him long enough he gives up.
Anyway, today was all right I guess.
Only slightly depressing.
I still feel scared that I won't be able to finish all my papers on time and I'll flunk out. So today I was even thinking about looking for a job as a manager (or even just as a worker) at Dominoes in Jasper. The stress I feel has been making my mouth get ulcers. And I don't even feel like talking to Sayed. Even though he ALWAYS makes me feel better.
I know I'm not stupider than the other cretins in my program. I just don't know if I can produce work as fast as I will need to here.
Anyway, I spent all day today working on a paper on that Tanagra figurine for Hellenistic (I found some Cupids with the same face veil so that is very promising. Or maybe they are Eros. Anyway, I didn't make much actual writing headway, but finding the cupids felt like a breakthrough.
And I didn't do any work on the Theban Tomb paper and that should be my priority. I have to meet with Dr. Robins tomorrow and tell her I didn't get anywhere over this past week.
Well, I did make a chronological powerpoint, but I still don't have all the images I need and now I'm confused about finding them.
I chose a painting to talk about for Methods - a watercolor and pencil of the Hypostyle Hall at the Temple of Isis at Philae. I love that temple and I hate/love Orientalizing art. It made me think maybe I should choose Orientalizing for my second subject instead of Medieval. Except I don't even know when Orientalizing is. I think it's like 19th century. Or maybe a little later.
I'm illustrating this with a painting by the Orientalist Frederick Bridgman from Alabama. And the watercolor by him that I want to present for Methods next week. And a picture of a Tanagra type figurine (not ours from the museum, but one very like it in Germany) and a cute-ass picture of Hugo. Because he's great.
But it all really makes me wonder, what WAS I doing one year ago today?
Today, is Hugo's 10 week birthday. And at least I have it recorded.
Oh, I forgot the part about the parade and the women in pink walking for cancer awareness. Hugo was scared of the parade and noise and then we joined the walkers and he kinda liked it. A little. They loved him - well, who doesn't?

Hugo is driving me crazy

How can I love this puppy so much and still want to kill him sometimes? He was just quite horrible on the leash this afternoon. He is too independent and doesn't want to cooperate and I'm trying to be patient and just give him treats for any little good thing he does and praise him to the heavens, but today is just sucking. Well. Actually it was really great until we went for a walk. And I think, really, it's just the cold weather that's pissing me off. My ears hurt. And Hugo wasn't cooperating outside.
Oh well. Maybe he'll be better tonight.
He's really cute.
And he's smart.

Puppy again

And here he is at 4 weeks and 5 days old.