It's funny to note the people who dont travel often. As soon as you get to the airport everything has to be organized, everything has to be controlled, everything must obviously be a big problem, and most importantly everything must be yelled.
Once past security we killed the time with some Uno, last phone calls, txts, and of course brad paisley. Boarding the plane a Delta agent was kind enough to scream at me why my bag was too large to fit in the overhead storage.
As politely as possible I asked "Pray-tell why, my sweet?"
Which actually came out something like "it's fine. I fly with this bag all the time. Bye." and as I started taking off the 'must be checked' tag, that's when she about lost her mind. A smarter person would have let her take the bag, and really I didnt have anything I needed except my business clothes, which if I was careful I could have neatly put into my backpack. But as Robin Hood said in Men In Tights, "that's not the point, it's the principle of the thing." So when she said "I mean, if it had fragile material or expensive insured items we could accommodate you, but since it's none of those I'm taking it" I knew there was no way I wasnt getting this bag on board.
Tip: dont give a saleseman another angle of attack when all other options are exhausted.
what? oh whatever she was being a bitch. What else did u expect me to do? Ya you. I know you're making faces at the screen... whatever I'm just sayin' is all....
Watched NYC pull away, with my carry-on safely above me, and I said goodbye to the view for 27 months. Trying to relax. What's on the in-flight in demand movies?
"Marley and Me" .... sounds like fun...
Floppy and Me
So they made a movie about Edison. Everyone knows how the movie ends but I almost started crying several times when the movie first started at what a hopeless disaster that dog was, and it made me miss my howling tornado of destruction.I would often grab his face, kiss him and say "I love you and I dont know why. I literally have no good reason." And watching this movie reminded me of why I love floppers so much. I think back to the day I brought him home. How he nearly took Katie's finger off when she tried to stop him from destroying the blanket she wrapped him in. This probably should have been a sign. 2 1/2 years later there's no doubt he's as hard headed and problematic as his dad.
When we got back to Gainesville 12 lb edison promptly stole charlie's favorite alligator toy, walked into the current dog-of-the-house's cage and dropped a duke in the middle of it. From that moment on it was nonstop problems that made me want to tear my hair out and looking back make me smile with all of my heart.
How he howled all night long the first night and I got zero sleep. How I partitioned his cage with a soap box to make it smaller; he climbed and consequently fell behind it, trapping himself in the back of his crate all day.
I lost count the amount of socks, stuffed toys, or katie's underwear he swallowed. At first I freaked out and induced vomiting with a trick I read of giving him hydrogen peroxide, but quickly decided to stop wasting perfectly good wound cleaner.
How could I forget when charlie shredded my tie, and fed felt so bad he bought me a new one, only to have his black one disappear. Edison gave it back the next day. Whole.
Or how the misfit crew would drink from our kegerator and ALWAYS leave edison out, resulting in 3 huge holes in our nice leather couch.
And I about died laughing when damien brought his dogs to the house. They were both in the crate barking their heads off at edison. He cocked his head to the side, confused, walked up to the cage and proceeded to pee all over both them, and the crate.
Whether it was watching him army crawl up the dog barricade gate, or get stuck digging out of allison's back yard, or even hearing how he's forever banned from Greg's for all night howling, I was always stressed and now I cant stop smiling.
Whether he's harassing our neighbor's horse to play, or chasing my mom's cats to eat, or digging victory holes in the yard to hunt the moles, he's my favorite problem ever and I couldn't love him more.
They say dogs are like their owners, and it seems to be spot on. He's relentless, he's obnoxious, he talks a lot, he's at times too smart for his own good, but at the end of the day he always leaves you with a good story.
I've had Edison since he was 7 weeks old. He was set aside for me before he was even born. And I cant imagine going on this adventure without him.
Love you so much flop, thanks for 2 great years, I'll see you in 2 more.
-rauw rauw rauw
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