She's Grown!

And she's discovered barking. Joy.

Mom and Scully

Scully likes Marji's ears!

Marji Meets Scully

Scully is obsessed with Marji's ears. The only shame about this clip is I stopped filming right as she's saying, "Should I try the other one?" at which point Scully attacked Marji's left ear as intently as she attacked the right.

How My Life Has Changed

I'm home a lot more.
My emotional highs and lows are largely tied to whether or not a small animal goes to the bathroom outside.
When I do leave home, I still have kibble and doggie clean-up bags in my pocket.
I've gone from knowing none of my neighbors (save the two classmates living in my building) to knowing everyone who lives within three blocks of me, especially the dog owners.
I've spent more time Googling strange dog diseases than I care to admit.
I'm up by 6:15 am every morning.
I'm outside in my pajamas a lot more.

My Newest Tricks!

Scully has discovered she hates peeing outside (hates it!) and most of her chew toys. She also appears to be anorexic in the mornings though has no issues with eating at night. Her best trick is still climbing all the stairs in my neighborhood. Sometimes she climbs the stairs to someone's front door (my street is lined with brownstones; rent The Sixth Sense for a visual) and then poops there. I can't wait for the day someone either comes home or tries to leave a building that she's pooping on.

Scullydelphia Speaks

Hi.

I lost my mind and decided it was time to get a puppy.

Meet Scully (as in Vin, not Dana).

Scully's hobbies include eating cigarette butts, cuddling, peeing in her crate, and being adorable. She also likes chasing dead leaves and Project Runway (when she was sobbing in her crate at me being ten feet away, only Heidi Klum's "Auf Wiedersehen" seemed to calm her).

As for me, I'm going to attempt five hours of sleep tonight. I also have a midterm on Monday. But yes, she's even cuter than these pictures.

Scullydelphia

Hurry, almost over...

I have to post this before it's too late-- the Yankees are no longer in the playoffs, and the Dodgers are. Granted, the Dodgers don't look likely to outlast this game, but at least the Yankees are out.

I hate Derek Jeter.

Postgame Alert

I was just online about to search for the name of LA's third base coach (pretty sure it's either Dummy McStupidhead or Lucifer), when I got this email from an old SoCal friend who said everything I felt about this game perfectly. So I'm stealing it because I don't think he knows about this blog:

I don't know who to hate for the baserunning goof. MLB.com blacked out the streaming video (even for subscribers), so I was forced to read on some dumb online applet the sequence "Martin singled to right, Kent out at home, Drew out at home, Martin advancing to second." I don't want to see a replay of that. Ever.

Complaint 2: too many ex-Dodgers in the playoffs. How am I supposed to hate Shawn Green or Paul LoDuca?

Playoff Time

Dodgers are currently losing. And I have no time to watch. So I'm trying to send out 5,000 emails about the marketing conference while half watching so I at least get some of the experience.

Late last night I scrapped plans to go to Thursday night's game (after learning that Maddux was pulled for Saturday). That saves me six hours in the car and $150, so I can spend six hours in a bar and $150 on beers and wings watching. More realistically, it means I can answer more sponsor emails.

It's eighty degrees today, but it's supposed to be sixty tomorrow. It's feeling like fall in San Francisco instead of fall in Juliedelphia.

Finally, yesterday while walking through Rittenhouse Square, I came across a rat and freaked out. Today I walked through the square again, and it turns out the rat that freaked me out was either dead or really lazy, because it was still there. Keep in mind the park is overrun with people and dogs all day (and inhabited by homeless people at night), so how a rat carcass could remain sitting on a main path for 24 hours is beyond me.

Yeah, this post wins the 'on topic' award.