Monday! A full work week.
As you can see by Itzl's concerned look, this group is for us to check in at to let people know we are alive, doing OK, and not affected by such things as heat, blizzards, floods, wild fires, hurricanes, tornadoes, power outages, or other such things that could keep us off DKos. It's also so we can find other Kossacks nearby for in-person checks when other methods of communication fail - a buddy system. Members come here to check in. If you're not here, or anywhere else on DKos, and there are adverse conditions in your area (floods, heatwaves, hurricanes, etc.), we and your buddy are going to check up on you. If you are going to be away from your computer for a day or a week, let us know here. We care!
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No holidays or vacations or time off this week.
Xoco is still coming with me to work even though the weather is better because my youngest is in town, and she hateses him, she does, with every little subatomic particle in her body. She only has to catch sound of his feet stepping on our property and she's all up in growls and ready to snap at him. Even as she takes treats from him, she growls. We've tried every method of teaching her he's nice, and she's not buying it. She wasn't born yesterday, you know, even if she is brain damaged.
We have managed to tame her down enough that she keeps one eye on me and one on him. The eye on me is to see if I'm watching her. If I am, then she keeps her growls down low and doesn't try to bark or snap. If I'm not, she will go into a frenzy until I say something. Not even a whole word, just a sound. The eye on him, of course, is to determine if he's close enough for her to bite him - not the she's ever bitten him or even done more than snatch a treat from his fingers. But she could, she wants him to know. She could. And all that's holding her back is her respect for me.
With his dog, Arkady, the Alaskan Malamute, she's much calmer around him, as if his having a dog elevates him to barely tolerable. As long as he moves slow and stays close to his dog, that is.
I have no clue why she hates my son so much. She doesn't care for his father very much, either. She adores his BFF, though, and his dog. And she's fine around most other people.
Some days, I really wish I could hold a conversation with her, find out what's going through her little brain and why she hates my youngest.