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I wish my dog could understand the concept of the weekend. She woke me bright and early at 7 this morning, so I wouldn't be late for work. (Or be late feeding her.)

At least the early wake up call meant we got our walk done before the snow started. When I tried to walk her this afternoon, we got half a block away before she was too cold. Noname handles the cold much like I do. Curl up into a ball and wait for death to take me.

Other highlights of the day:
- Crocheted until my hands hurt. But may crochet some more once I've had a rest.
- Did dishes and laundry.
- New bra arrived and it actually fits. First attempt into online bra ordering has been a success. It helps when you know what size you wear!
- Have decided not to go to Syndcon with ben. Am full of anxiety over being without him all weekend, but I don't think I'd enjoy the convention all that much.

My dog, the master manipulator

Noname had been farting all evening. It was killing us, so I decided to drag her out into the snow for a walk.

The first half of the walk wasn't so bad. The sidewalks had been shoveled. (We just had to dodge the surprises left behind by less considerate dog owners...) But then we got to the non-shoveled area. Noname completely stopped. When I turned to urge her on, she thought I was turning around to go home! So she immediately took off until she ran out of leash and I could talk her into following me.

After only a minute or so, she stopped again. I turned to see her sitting in the snow, shivering, with big sad eyes that said, "Mommy! I can't go on anymore!" I moved to give her a nudge with my foot, but she must have though I was going to pick her up. She quickly lifted her front feet so she'd be in perfect "Pick me up!" position.

She's so ridiculous, I had to pick her up. Then I carried her back to the shoveled area and told her to carry her fat self the rest of the way. She decided to poop right in front of our building. As I picked it up, she took off for the front door.

I tried to talk her into coming with me to the dumpster but she had already had enough. She was not going back into that snow. I had to toss her inside with directions for ben to undress her (Because in this weather she gets a winter coat AND a sweater to keep her warm) while I marched off into the snow to find a dumpster.

Noname might be just a tiny bit spoiled... She's now curled up on the couch under a cozy blanket. But she stopped farting! So all is good!