October 9th, 10th, 2012: The Beard doesn't lie.

So before I talk about Tuesday I want to talk about Wednesday. My theme for my Wednesdays is supposed to be along the lines of what I'm feeling.  I get to put all the feels I have gathered over the week in a blog.

This week has turned out to be a pretty big feely week for me.  However I choose to not do the huge rant blog I had planned on doing a few days ago when the feels where just freshly made.  I had a few days to think about it and stew, but I came to the decision that I don't want to waste anymore time or effort on that topic of discussion because it isn't worth it.

Please don't dig deeper or be worried about me.  I really am truly fine.  Just sometimes people in this world know how to stick a thorn in your paw after you got the last couple out they planted there. It's like they are carrying a thorny rose bush around with them to set beneath your feet.  Well no longer will I waste my time picking out those thorns, I'm going to pay attention to wear I'm walking.

I do realize those metaphors probably make no sense since you have no idea what I'm talking about, but alas that's what makes them amusing for me.  My amusement is what is at stake right now. Sort of. Not really.

Anyway. Back to Tuesday! Which means I'm going to talk about my pets.

Falkor, my gerbil who seems so sweet and innocent in his cage is probably plotting world domination.  Sadly he isn't a white mouse and has no sidekick so he probably won't get a TV show.

However, the reason I think this is because I think he is possibly training my dog to eat his food he doesn't like.  The only evidence I have of this is when his bowl gets down to the stuff he disapproves of there seems to be an increase in the sound of hard objects clinking on the floor of the kitchen.  I can only assume this is him throwing the food out onto the floor.

What does this have to do with him training my dog?  Of course she then will go out there and eat the pebbles he throws out to cover up his evidence.  The only way I know she is an accomplice is because when she is in the kitchen for a prolonged period of time she always returns to the living room with Falkor's bedding stuck to her beard.

The Beard doesn't lie.

So Falkor has trained her into scarfing down the evidence and who knows what else.  I am curious about what he will train my dog to do next...Wait a minute. Maybe Charli is Falkor's side kick?! Maybe we do have a TV show in the making!