Edmund the Dog

We have yet another dog. His name is Edmund and he is about the size of my foot. I woke up on Saturday morning to the faint "yelping" sound coming from outside of my door. When I rolled out of bed and opened the door, I was floored by the tiny little white rat that was bitting at my dad's toes. I stood there in blurry-eyed shock for a moment trying to reason in my head if it was possible for a dog to be that small. After all, I had just woke up, maybe I was still dreaming... but no, it was a REAL nightmare. (Just kidding, maybe not a "nightmare," but I wasn't exactly jumping for joy either.) Aslan seems to like Edmund a whole lot. They are playmates... er, "play buddies." I have posted some videos of the two of them going at it. I have also posted some picturesof the two playing around.

After my third time doing Pilates, I can say that I feel like a can bend into new positions that I was never able to bend into before. I particularly enjoy this class that I am in because there are only about four or five people in the class so when you do something embarrassing, like make a bodily function sound, everyone knows who it is. We all know how hard it is to "hold gas in" when your body is in a "W" shape. Well, today there was someone who apparently had too many celery sticks the night before. As we were on our backs, curled into a ball, there was a reverberating sound that echoed throughout the room. It was one of those, "Holy crap, I can't hold it in!" farts. No one reacted to the obvious sound coming from the corner of the room, but I was laughing so hard inside. I hope I am always able to contain myself. A few minutes later, as we had our legs straight up in the air, another nervous "riiip," slipped out from this person's stressed body. I don't know what I would do if I started laughing uncontrollably once someone ripped a big one. Maybe I will have no choice but to belly-laugh non-stop for hours. I know Steve would start laughing too. That would make the person who "let it out" feel really badly. HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ok, ok, since we're on the topic of bathroom humor, I have to tell you this one. Today at work, Chase (the boss) ran to the bathroom to "do number 2." Right after he left, a client called for him, so I did an "all page" through the building to see if I could catch him before he went in. After about a minute, Chase didn't take the call so I told the client that Chase would call him back in just a few minutes. As soon as I hung up the phone, I hear someone running through the halls toward Chase's office. Next I see a blurry Chase fly passed my office door with wet hands and practically pulling up is pants. I yelled over to him, "Oh Chase, I told them that you would call them right back." I hear the running stop. Then Chase sticks his head into my office and gives me this look (oh man, I so wish that I had my camera) as if to say, "You've got to be kidding me." Well, by this point, Gabe (a guy I work with) and I can't hold it in, we BUST into laughter as Chase walks back to the bathroom shaking his head in disbelief.