New Printer.

August 7, 2007 | life

Yay. I am getting a new printer.

At long last I can rid myself of that hunk-of-junk that hasn’t worked properly almost from the word go. I might have tolerated it a little longer, but the new computer has a windows vista operating system and we can’t get the printer to work with it. DH tried to get help from the printer’s customer service, but nothing seemed to work–in fact what they suggested actually screwed up our computer. He found a site that had instructions for how to undue what was done, and also had long list of complaints from people who had the same printer. Top on the complaint list was how quickly these things burn through toner–my number one of the 6,423 issues I have with it. See what I could have learned had I done just a little research?

Well, lesson learned. Soon my new/used HP Laserjet will be home with me.

Mood: Happy!

Dog Days

August 1, 2007 | HellHound, family

My mother’s has gone to a wedding in the Caribbean this week, so I’m dog sitting for her. I don’t really mind doing it. I love dogs, after all. But my mother’s dog, who I have renamed Diva, is really high strung and a touch demanding.

When she wants food or water, she kicks her bowl. Not a huge deal, but because she and HellHound are using the bowl as part of their power struggle, (She won’t drink from the bowl after he does. Not that I blame her, he tends to leave a thick film of slobber behind.) has I’m constantly filling the the thing. I’ve filled it four time since I woke up and it’s noon. If I don’t drop whatever I’m doing and fill said bowl right away, she comes over and barks at me then returns to her bowl to kick it some more. I’d also like to point out that HellHound’s bowl is filled with crystal clear untouched water while all of this is going on.

But even more annoying than the water bowl is the barking. HellHound is a real barker anyway. Probably because he’s male and not fixed, he thinks everything he sees belongs to him. So anyone walking by, especially people walking their dogs, will send him into a barking fury. The good news is if doesn’t see it, he doesn’t bark. Diva, however, has excellent hearing so barks at the slightest sound. Her barking gets HellHound barking–even though he doesn’t know why he’s barking–then his barking keeps her barking and viceversa. I firmly believe that if left unchecked, the two of them would bark themselves hoarse.