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I woke up about 2:00 AM to the sound of a *thump* on my bedroom floor. That would have been Reggie getting up to go to the bathroom, literally. If Reggie is going to have an accident, he does it on the bathroom floor. So as soon as he got up, I said “Reggie, do you have to go potty?” He stopped dead in his tracks and then ran to the back door. I threw on a pair of jeans and went outside with him. Of course, as soon as I was out in the cold air, I was wide awake.

I tossed and turned for another good hour before falling back asleep. Oh, do I hate it when that happens.

For a day that started out shitty, it got much better.

I was surprisingly productive. It probably didn’t hurt that my boss was in training all day. There is only one thing left on my white board and I will have that done soon. I did have to work a little late to move some databases between servers. We’ve outgrown the concept of all databases on a single server, and we’re moving some of our secondary apps to a different server.

The sunglasses have been found. They were on the passenger side car seat under the sheet I put down for Reggie to sit on.

Speaking of, Reggie is feeling better since I gave him the metacam this morning. I took my bed off it’s rails thinking that he was hurting himself jumping up and down from the bed.

Tonight is the new episode of Shear Genius. I might just have to let the TiVo catch that one and watch it tomorrow.

Here are some pictures of Reggie’s day.

Ever have one of those days when you just didn’t want to be at work? Today would be that day.  I did my Rebif injection late last night, and that means I woke up feeling all icky. If I take it earlier in the evening, the worst of it passes before I get out of bed.

I have nothing on my calendar today at work, so I brought Reggie in with me. He’s not feeling so well again. We were in the car, and I had to make a sudden stop, and he yelped out like he was in pain. When I picked him up, he yelped out. Now when I go to pet him, he cowers, because he thinks I’m going to hurt him again. I keep giving him little nibbles of cheese in an attempt to buy his trust again.  I think we need to go back to see Dr. Sawyers again today.  I can’t stand knowing that Reggie is afraid I’ll hurt him by picking him up. I hadn’t given him the metacam in a few days, thinking that he was doing better.  He got a dose of it this morning.

On top of all that, I lost my sunglasses. These were the spare pair, too. Okay, they’ve been the spare pair since I lost my good pair at a friend’s party last summer, and I’ve just been too cheap to replace them.

Reggie had to go the vet today. Details are here. I was mentally preparing myself for a $300 visit. Fortunately, we walked out spending less than a hundred bucks, and that includes a shot and his medication.

Now I’m not so worried about being poor when I go on vacation.

Yesterday, I put a few touches on my car that made it mine. I put the EZPass transponder on the window. I didn’t even do that in my old Civic. The other thing is that I ran the cable for my Sirius antenna under the seats. You don’t even see the wire until it comes out of the console in the front. Not bad considering I did it myself.

Tomorrow, Reggie is coming to work with me. He’s probably going to ride in his carrier. And even then, he’ll have a sheet on the seat. I’ve had the car less than a week and don’t really want to be sweeping up Pug fur just yet. I like having him in the office. Well, usually.

One day last week, he was at work with me when he disappeared. He wasn’t in the bed where he’d been a minute before and he wasn’t at my feet like he normally is. I ran down the hall to grab my coworker who loves Reggie. Reggie wasn’t in her office either, so we ran around trying to find him. We’re looking like idiots, trying to find Reggie. I walked past my office, and he was just sitting in the doorway.

I can only assume that the little shit had gotten up and had walked behind the filing cabinet next to his bed.

I’m going to burn some karma points here…

When we were younger, my sister had this teddy bear named Edgar. Edgar was small and plush. My sister was quite fond of him. Being the evil big brother I was am, if I wanted to make my sister cry, all I had to do was give Edgar to Domino, our dalmatian. She’d rough him up a bit, and my sister would get upset and cry. Every time. It never failed. My sister kept that stupid bear hidden from me for years.

Fast forward fifteen years or so. My sister has a daughter and I have Reggie. We were at my sister’s house over Thanksgiving. I heard Sarah yell and start to cry. Reggie had run into Sarah’s bedroom, jumped up on the bed and grabbed Edgar, who is now one of Sarah’s favorite stuffed animals. I swear, I had absolutely nothing to do with that. I helped Sarah rescue that stupid bear from Reggie’s clutches.

You know something? It’s still funny to see a dog attack that stupid bear.

I keep toying around with the idea of getting another dog, specifically a Dalmatian. Obviously I can’t do that now. My lease limits me to one small dog. Getting a Dalmatian would put me at a second dog (although Reggie isn’t really a dog, he’s a Pug. They’re better than dogs.)  and it would not be small. When I buy a house, I’ll get my Dalmatian.

I have a name picked out—Roofus. Reggie and Roofus. What a combination.

Here are a few pictures that didn’t make the cut when we were trying for the Christmas card pictures.