So, this is where we stand: energy pup, lawn care (mowers, weed-wackers, and a whole mess of noise), and open windows. The quadrupedal inhabitants of my residence remain unphased by the abundance of stimuli, perhaps having grown accustomed to the noise that comes with living in a condo, surrounded by constantly partying college kids. Unphased, that is until one of the aforementioned Spanish speaking lawn care reps begins speaking.

Recap: noise is fine, weather is fine, lack of noise from lawn-care equipment deactivating is fine, Spanish… not so much. The crew stops to chat for a minute and Caoilainnn goes ape-shit! She does not know what these people look like or what they are doing; they did not bother her or appear to pose any sort of threat up until they started talking, at which point, it appears they must be stopped at all costs. The pup growls a lot, I’ll give her that, but the barking, growling, hair standing up, the show of force in its entirety was pretty intense. She certainly meant business. We often improv a dialog for her: “What the eff is going on here!? Who are these people? Can’t you see they are a threat?!”

The reason for the post is that this isn’t the first time she has displayed these tendencies. She certainly did not learn them from us, and she doesn’t ‘hang out’ with other dogs who might have taught her this hatred/intolerance (even at the dog park, she doesn’t socialize with other dogs), which would somewhat rule out ‘nurture.’ On the flip side, and this might support the ‘nature’ angle, she was born in BFE North Carolina. This is by no means a scientific study, merely a series of observations, but I find it interesting non-the-less.

Super stoked about Glee! Its the coolest show EVAR! (Or until LOST returns at the very least :o)

Charleston Scottish Games and Highland Festival will be taking place in Boone Hall Plantation on ole Mount P on Saturday, September the 9th. I, for one, look forward to donning the UK brand kilt and samplin’ some whiskey (whiskey is optional).

As of this evening, I will attempt the traditional art of wet shaving. One step up (or down, depending on how you look at it) from the straight razor, the practitioner will create a lather from a soap or cream, apply it to the face using a brush made of beaver hair (the animal, not the… you get it, I’m sure) and scrap the aforementioned lather and facial hair with a single bladed safety razor. This process is to be repeated several times until the desired smoothness is attained.

Why would one revert to such an arcane method of hair removal? Well, “why the hell not?”, is my reply (I know, don’t answer a question with a question, but …). And it worked well for several generations until the two, three and now five bladed disposable deals came about with their aerosol shaving creams and uber-merchandising. Its supposed to provide a closer shave with less irritation (“Do you always believe what you read?” “Nope, that’s why I’m trying it out for myself”), and the occasional metal blade is sure to be better for the environment then the crap-ton of plastic blades that must be disposed of with the disposable blades. I’m sure I’ll shred my face up good and proper the first few times, but I’m also sure it will prove to be a worth-while experience.

Caoilainn the puptastic one taking in the sights and sounds of glorious Virginia. She was so excited that she pooped in front of a vacant office building.