bio schmio

i did not realize that taking a one-quarter, college-level principles of biology class would kick my butt so hard...and it's only day one. i think mostly i have been in a period of extreme relaxation (laziness?) and it's hard to direct my attention to the things i should be doing (like taking a biology class so i can be qualified for grad school-why didn't i take bio i college?) instead of doing the things i want to do (a two hour catch up phone chat with jessie? looking at darcy's wedding photos, visiting jason and amber's chickens?). you get the point. the next three weeks may be painful...but the upside is lots of procrastiblogging. which is good news for this blog's loyal 1.5 readers.

here's a little dog and chicken story of the day. there isn't really any background to this yet, so i will say this...fierce likes the chickens. she likes them so much that she can't take her eyes off them and if they weren't fenced in she would like to snuggle them to death. and although fierce is generally a wonderful dog, she gets pretty excited about things that squawk and meow and move quickly and she stops paying attention to anything i ask of her.

today i got home very sweaty after (finally) getting to ride my bike home. the girls were chillin' on the sofa and i let them out in the backyard. i assumed (to assume is to...) the hens were in the coop, but the coop door was open and the two big hens had hopped the fence and were unprotected from the dogs wandering around the back yard. and i realized this as the dogs were charging out the back door! cleo, the most responsive and wonderful dog headed back in the house at the commotion i made. my immediate fear was the fierce was going to charge a chicken and grab it by the neck and bad things would ensue. instead...she curiously followed them for a couple seconds (probably stunned beyond belief that they were free) and then she stopped and sat down when i asked her! she followed my instructions instead of the dog voice inside her head that was saying "get the chickens". it was glorious! the dog might have manners! she might not want to eat chickens after all! it was glorious and i felt like my dog training was victorious! so many exclamation points!

ok, so that might not be as exciting to you all, kind reading audience, but it was a victory for me. i'm just waiting for the day when i look out in the yard and there is a chicken snuggled next to fierce and they are napping in the sun. ok, a girl can dream.

dog photo for the day:














she is so sleek.