Its official...I now have a bratty dog!

Let me start this blog by telling you that I will never again participate in the following 2 activities for as long as I live:

#1: Taking my sister to convenient care after she has refused NUMEROUS times to go. Yeah , when people across the street are coming out to see what's going, there's a problem.
#2: A flat tire.

I got out of bed this morning saying to myself this is going to be a good day, I just know it. I feel great, the sun is shining, my house is clean, I am ahead of the game, so I can enjoy my card game tonight and not have to worry about what I need to do at home. I am getting my crib tonight, so I get to start setting up Lucas' room this weekend, and I am so excited. I wash my hair, dry and straighten it, put on my make up, get my sister up and ready and we go to leave, early mind you, and my tire is flat. Have you ever tried to drive an SUV with a flat tire? Its near impossible. The steering is all jacked up and it swerves and it won't pick up, it just sucks. So, I call my husband, and hes like, go put air in it. Okay, yeah, cause I know how to do that! I am like, okay, I am going to make it to the country store and put air in the tire. I pull up to the air thing, and I make my sister get out to help me figure out to use the air thing. And the machine wont take my quarters. Now, I am hysterical. I am late and I will not make anywhere other than where I am. So, I call Jeremy back, I guess wanting to hear from him that he would come rescue me, and when he told me to stop yelling at him, I realized that he was just really not being nice. I get back in the truck to give him an ear full, and then as I get out of the truck swearing I am kicking the air thing. And then Rick comes out, nice Rick, and punches the air thing and it works! He says that someone put a slug in it and you have to punch it, and he fills up my tire for me. I was so grateful. I thanked him repeatedly. So, He came to my rescue. Hes definitely a hero! So, this afternoon, Jeremy is going to put my spare on it and get me a new tire.

Bjourne...he really is being a brat. He wimpers for food, he eats the cat food, and when Smudge went and hit him for it he barked at her...so, I am going to have to go back to spanking him with the newspaper and make him go to his kennel when hes bad like that. But I also have to get other people to realize that Bjourne doesnt get people food if he wimpers, and that he absolutely DOES NOT jump for treats. He SITS for treats. Or lays down for treats. I swear, people have good intentions, but they teach him bad habits. So, I am working with him all over again.

I guess I am going to get back to work....thank God its Friday!