Well, I’ve spent shit loads of time this weekend just sleeping, I have no idea how many hours, just too many. I think the main reason is a)depressive symptoms - fluxuates with me, I go through periods with too much sleep, and others with too little, and b) puppy sleep schedule. Since I was the one that begged and begged and begged for another dog, I was also the one to promise to take the majority of care for her, hence, I’ve been on night-time doggie doo duty. I’m a firm believer in kennel training, my little sleeping beauty, bella, is happily asleep in her crate ( a favorite place of hers though she’s only been here since thursday ) and I thought about sleeping while she was, though believe me, I’ve had more sleep than anyone should need already. It’s just been interupted sleep. She’s not too bad, normally after I go to sleep in the night, she wakes me up three times before my normal wake up time. The first couple of times she just needs a quick sleepy pee, and the third time, its for bowel elimination, and she’s not sleepy, and wants to eat, drink, and play, before napping again. This happens around 7:30 in the morning, a decent time for many, still somewhat the middle of the night for me. She’s thankfully worn out and ready to sleep again after about half an hour of this. Then she sleeps again till I get up. Her crate is on the bed by my pillow at night, and downstairs by the couch during the day. It has soft flannel rags bundled in it, a large stuffy, and a small stuffed tiger, and a hard chew. Puppies love to chew. Actually, the picture of her I posted a couple of entries ago was from her in her kennel. I just wait until she gets really sleepy, or falls asleep, put her in the kennel, and then close it up. Dogs are den animals, and it hasn’t taken her long to develop a love relationship with this special place that belongs only to her, she likes to drag the dog toys inside her den, where she can monopolize on their destruction. Though if she leaves her kennel, Iggy will stick his head in (the only part that fits since its been padded with the big stuffy, and he will plunder and reclaim what he feels is rightly his, and place it in his bed, which has wicker walls which are still too high for her to scale. When she approaches his bed fortress and he’s in it he warns her off with a growl, and she goes scuttling away. There are no shortage of dog toys though, so no paw is left empty handed. The floor is riddled with an assortment of stuffed monkeys, 3 or 4, I’ve lost count. a stuffed tiger, hector the hissy snake, the stuffed frog. All these toys have in common long floppy parts, which are very satisfying if you are prone to shaking a stiffy in your mouth. They quickly become saturated with dog slobber, don’t be surprised, bugs (pug bostons crosses) may be small, but the jowl factor, which is what seems to retain saliva and water from the bowl, is pretty good. Tanuki, Wolfe’s girl, uses the term ‘manky’ for things that have become unpleasantly wet and yucky. So there are a lot of manky monkeys in the house.

I have now numerous photos of Iggy and Bella play tugging with one another over manky monkeys, but haven’t downloaded them yet. By the way, if these entries latelty are rife with even more typos than usual, it’s because I’ve tajen to using our ‘third’ computer, which is the one with a damaged permantly fuzzy screen, and remote keyboard, which I am using from the bed, about 4 feet away from said fuzzy screen, I have better than 20/20 vision, but I can barely make out my own words. Honestly, I don’t care. I’m motivated by two characteristics of my nature, one, laziness, I can recline and type, two, exhibitionism, if I lay on the bed to write entries, you can see my bum on the cam! ha ha!

Bum bum bum!

cheeky monkey!

Well, thats the wonderful world of wildlife in our loft right now. I’m trying to decide whether I’m going to break my hermit like streak of living in the tank dress I’m wearing, and put on real clothes and go outdoors… ie … shopping. There is a big movie wardrobe sale held by a local auction house on right now a couple of blocks away, and they’ve had them in the past, and I’ve had some good finds there. Also, I haven’t had a VV boutique (value village) shop in a while. Partly it’s because a lot of the time when I second hand shop, I’m shopping for my baby boy too, or at least keepng an eye out, so it’s one more frigging reminder. Sleeping is too easy and escape sometimes. But I’m starting to get that soft muscled, soft brained, foggy slightly surreal sick feel from spending too much time in the dream state.

My AB sissy girl jOni is coming back into town not too far from now, and we’ve a shopping trip planned that willl be good. I’m probably going to try and hit the Vancouver BDSM munch on wednesday night this week, and now Lush has a kind of fetish wear night on teusdays, that might be fun. Quieter than sin city, which I like if I want to dance, I like to have room to swing my hips in, and they’re pretty substantial hips.

My email obligations are piling up. Though I have to say, I’m really bad at responding to a lot of stuff, people write me for all kinds of reasons, and a lot of the time, I simply am not up to replying or don’t have time too. Not friends, but fan mail, requests for bdsm sessions, modelling stuff, etc. I need a personal assistant dammit Just one more word for yummy subby who does all the right things. Dream on!

XO
Leila

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