Relationship Troubles + Camp Breakups

Hey Dudes.

How’s it hangin’?  I can’t believe it’s already Tuesday.  I had kind of a rough weekend and have been taking my time getting back on all four paws.  I’ve been having some relationship troubles with my camp boyfriend, Toby, and it has done nothing but cause more anxiety for my worry belly.

Toby and I have been together for almost a year now.  We met in the play yard at camp, and have been inseparable ever since.  We even made the bulletin board last spring which is pretty much the most official thing ever when it comes to camp relationships.  It’s even more serious than Facebook.

bug and toby

We were a little rocky in the beginning, but for the most part, the getting was good.  We were even able to share toys with each other, which is such a rare thing find in relationships these days.

bug and toby sharing toys

Recently we’ve been on the rocks a little more, spending less and less time together.  I’ll admit, it’s partly my fault.  I missed a few days of camp when I was away, and because of my worry belly, but to be fair, even when I am there Toby just wants to sleep.  I mean, I know that we’re getting older, but I still feel young.  I don’t want to get caught up in a cycle of daytime napping and early dinners with all the white furs. Before you know it we’ll have to switch to wet food and all of our good days will officially be over.

I guess it all just feels distant.  There’s a new young golden in our play group that I’ve been spending some time with.  I know it’s not going to go anywhere – he’s only visiting until he’s big enough to move into the large dog group – but it’s still exciting.  I know it sounds sad but I just needed to have a little attention.  I mean seriously, look at me, I should be out on the streets crossing leashes with all sorts of pups, not staying tethered to the same one.

I guess I always knew it was just a matter of time until we had to go our separate ways, but I just didn’t think it would come so soon.  I’ve just been sick over it all weekend with a horrible worry belly but I’m getting a little better each day.

I hope you’re all well.  If you know any cute (athletic) young pups out there that you wouldn’t mind setting my up on a play date with, I’d really appreciate it.  No big sniffers though, they creep me out.

Stay cool my babies,

Bug

I’m a Fun Addict. I’m Addicted to Fun.

Dudes.

This is me (usually).

Bug Says: reflect on the past.

This is me on camp.

bugging out

Seriously, every time I go to camp I’m completely useless when I come home.  The moms think it’s great, but Tank thinks I have a problem.  I tried to play it off as narcolepsy, maybe a sleep disorder, but he’s not buying it.  He knows.  I’m addicted. I’m addicted to fun.

It’s totally embarrassing.  If I pull a long shift at camp I can’t even stay up to watch my nighttime stories, and tonight is just another example of that.  I waited all week for The Voice and before it’s even a glimmer on my TV screen I can barely keep my eyes open.

I guess I’m going to have to work on being a less fun girl.  It might not be possible – but I’m going to try.  I don’t think I could handle cutting down on my days at camp – I’d go through an ugly withdraw and would most likely start lashing out at my loved ones.

I’m home tomorrow for a rest day, so I may look up some outpatient treatment centers so that I can start to face my addiction slowly and steadily.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

 

 

 

Two Time Outs + a Long Week at Camp

Dudes,

Is it finally the weekend? I thought I’d never make it.

I’ve been logging some seriously long hours at camp this week and I’m just plain exhausted.

my eyelids weigh like 4lbs. so heavy.

my eyelids weigh like 4lbs. so heavy.

On Monday AND Wednesday I pulled 10 hour shifts. Straight through, only 1 nap.

To add insult to injury, I think my mom is skimping on my lunch snacks.  Seriously,  around 3pm I hit this hypoglycemic low that feels like a brick wall and it takes everything out of me.   I can’t even tell you the last time I had enough juice left in me to do a training run through.  My body is too tired to think about fitness.

The worst part is that when I get tired I get super cranky, and have a little fuzzy brain.  Guys I can’t help it, I’m just exhausted, but my mom told me that isn’t an excuse and I got two, count them TWO, timeouts this week.

My first day off from camp was Tuesday and everything was fine until the afternoon when I had a fuzzy brain episode.  I haven’t been going in my iron prison much lately and have been enjoying a much longer leash of trust around the house, you know, within reason.  When mom came home for lunch everything was super kosher and I was in a deep REM cycle.

look. I sleep like an angel.

look. I sleep like an angel.

You should have seen her, she was so proud of me.  But she went back to work, the sleep wore off, and this happened.

it's just a shoelace people.

it’s just a shoelace people.

Yeah, so I did that.  But, I mean, really, I thought I was doing her a favor.  Who wears converses anymore? I mean that was so spring 2012 and/or 7th grade.  I haven’t seen her wear them in months and she keeps talking about cleaning out her closet, so I just gave her a little push she needed.

You know how she thanked me?  With a time out.  Geez, it’s like nobody appreciates unsolicited help anymore.

I was back at camp wednesday for another full day, which was a nice break from all of the ‘rules’ that come with home based freedom.  I tried to tell Toby about it, but he’s at camp all the days and just doesn’t understand my struggles.  Plus, he’s like the worst listener ever and is always yapping about himself.  So rude, sometimes I just think we should see other pups and just be friends.

Thursday came and went with minimal drama which really helped me out, but I just couldn’t seem to make it the full cycle and on Friday morning I got my longest timeout in recent memory.

Listen, on the mornings I go to camp I like to get up a little early to do all of my business, and then I typically just play by myself until it’s time to go.  Yesterday I was right on track, until I found a delicacy on the coffee table.  My mom only uses one type of pen (pilot vball extra fine) and NEVER lets me play with them.  I’m not good at being told that I can’t have something, so when I saw it left unguarded something else took over my body and I grabbed it before anyone could see.  I took it right under the bed in my favorite secret hiding place, and I tore that thing up.  The problem, folks, is that it’s filled with juicy black goodness and our carpets are white.  I didn’t really plan this crime well.

I tried to hide the evidence, but I just got more ink all over my paws and everywhere I ran to hide I left a guilty path that led right to me.

uh, anyone looking for a bug? I think i'm up for adoption.

uh, anyone looking for a bug? I think i’m up for adoption.

The only upside is that I think it really put the whole ‘shoe lace’ ordeal in perspective.  I spent 45 minutes in my iron prison while my mess was cleaned up, and I honestly think I almost had my camp privileges taken away, but lets be honest, that wouldn’t wouldn’t have really solved anything.

It has just been a long week, so I’m pretty excited to lay low this weekend and try to get back on my best behavior.  I have a lot of backlogged reading to do on my iPad, and Tank and I are have plans for a weekend sleepover, just us two, to revamp our training schedule and get on track for 2013.  You know, once we’re done our recovery naps.  I’m not sure what he did all week, but he sure is sleepy too.

I don't even remember this picture being taken.

I don’t even remember this picture being taken.

I’ll be in touch with our developments – they should be good.  With Lance (Armstrong) falling from grace, and all of those two legged dopers out of the sport, I think I might have a real chance at winning the tour.

Stay cool my babies,

xxBug

Camp, CrossFit + Tank’s Glass Eye Fund

Dudes.

How’s it hangin’?  It has been such a busy week for me with camp, the election, and CrossFit that I feel like it was just Sunday, but it’s not.  It’s Thursday dudes.

Monday night after camp I went over to Solidarity CrossFit to practice some elements and give out a few coaching pointers.

you gotta lay back into your swing here

If there’s one thing I’m a stickler for it’s proper form, and the erg is a place where most inexperienced rowers struggle.  I mean, look at me, I’m no giant, but I sure can drop those meters like a boss.  I think everyone appreciated that I took the time to help make some technical tweaks, and I sure did love finally seeing the new facility.

observing form from a higher vantage point

I was exhausted by minute 20 – I mean listen, it had been a long day at camp – so I checked out before the WOD was over, but I think everyone really did benefit from my insight and experience.  I’m working on tweaking my instructional video on box jumps.  I’m at 24″ and can do 20 in a row without stopping, but my goal is 50.  I’m thinking I’ll have it down by January.

i got lots of thank you love before I left

Tuesday I took off from camp because it was the election and I was glued to the news all day analyzing the polls and watching the lines.  The fact that I can’t vote is just so upsetting I can’t even tell you.  Tank and I had some buddies over to watch the results come in, and we all made it into the double digits but I totally faded before any of the speeches.

tank being way emo with uncle david

I’m just waiting for someone to come to the plate and talk seriously about water bowl sanitation issues.  I mean, this is getting ridiculous.  All of us drinking out of the same contaminated water, and the big dogs with their big tongues draining the supply before us littles get in to the play yard? It’s totally unjust!  I need to hear how these jokers are planning on regulating that, and all the aggressive sniffing that happens in parks and public settings.  Did I say you could put your snout there? No. I didn’t.  And that’s assault, brotha.  I have so many agenda items that I care so passionately about that I can’t go on because I just wouldn’t be able to stop.  I wouldn’t.  It’s insane.

I was back at camp yesterday, which was awesome, so awesome in fact that I had to take another rest day today.  I’ve been chilling with Tank a bunch on my off days because he just found out that he’s going to have to wear his spectacles for life because he can’t see out of his one eye.  I mean, seriously, no more Tanky Potter jokes, he’s super sensi about it.  Apparently he’s never had full vision so he doesn’t know any different but that hasn’t seemed to console him during this new mental anguish.

Stay tuned for updates on the ‘Glass Eye Fund’ that I’m starting for Tank.  I mean, what better way to compliment the scary ‘nam stories he tells all the neighborhood kids than to have a glass eye that actually pops out?! So far he still wants to keep his eye but I’m pretty sure I can get him on board eventually.  I mean, what wouldn’t he give up to have a better party trick? His snaggle tooth just ain’t cutting it anymore.

I’m back to camp tomorrow, and hopefully also back on the grind with my training videos.  Gotta keep things moving around here.

Stay cool my babies,

xxBug

Pumpkin, Sandy & My Humbling Halloween

Dudes,

This has been a crazy week. From costume contests to hurricane sandy, I’ve been through some highs and lows.

As I told you in last week’s post, camp sponsored a big costume party on Sunday. I was a WRECK all week picking my outfit.  I almost went as a binder full of women, but opted for something warmer when I checked the temp outside.  It’s chill ‘ville people.

I went as a froggle.

There were some pretty great costumes out there, and unfortunately, I was defeated in the awards rounds.  The big winner was a doodle dressed as the dog from up attached. to balloons. It was a total relief that he wasn’t dressed like any of the human characters.  No offense but it skeeves me out when I see animals dressed like humans.  It just ain’t right.

Tall mommy went with me, which I NEVER would have allowed if I knew the SPCA group was going to be there.  She got a little too emo when she met Pumpkin in her bumble bee costume.

Punkin’ is cool and all, but I don’t have space in my room for another sibling.  I mean, Tank is hibernating ALL the time in there these days. This place is at FULL capacity.

Tall mommy made me promise to tell you all that ‘Pumpkin’ is available for adoption at the Charlottesville/Albemarle SPCA.  She’s 8 years old, super sweet, and doesn’t get a lot of visits.

She made blonde mommy go and walk her yesterday – I almost went but Tank and I were at home recovering from the hurricane scare.  Blonde mommy calls her ‘plumpkin’ because she’s carrying a few extra LBS, but I get it.  I mean, I love food, and my boyfriend Toby is always telling me how he likes a pup with a little meat on her bones.  Get it plumpkin pumpkin, I feel you, no judgement.

As many of you know, hurricane Sandy came up the east coast this week.  Everything was shut down in anticipation of high winds and torrential rains.  I didn’t think it was going to impact my life until camp said they were going to be closed on Tuesday.  Yeah, that’s right, camp CLOSED.  I didn’t even know that was possible.  I was so upset I tied my leash to one of the supporting beams and vowed to stand my ground even if all the walls came down.  I keep emergency snacks in my camp knapsack so I would have been set for a day or so.  I figured this would be a great way to demonstrate my commitment to camp and both my mental and physical toughness.  My plan would have totally worked if tall mommy hadn’t made me go home.  I missed my big moment, and to rub salt in my very open wound, I missed the LAST costume contest at camp today. Unbelievable.

Hope you all had good halloweens.  And someone adopt Pumpkin so tall mommy will stop trying to bring her home.

Stay cool my babies.

xx Bug

Dia de Los PERROS!

Dudes,

Halloween is almost upon us.  This is so exciting. Tank and I have a HUGE party to go to on Sunday with the gang from camp at the ‘off leash’ park at Darden Towe.  There are actual prizes and treats for the winners so you better believe we are taking this seriously.  Tank likes to win.

We had a hasty dress rehearsal in the kitchen today with the moms to make our final costume decisions.

its a SHARK TANK!!!!

I think Tank has nailed it with his final decision but I’m still waffling a bit.  I think it’s going to be a game time decision for me.

Rarrrr! I’m an alligator!

I’m a lady BUG. get it?

check it. I’m a BUG BOMB!

I’m still torn about which costume to choose or if I should go the homemade route but I’ve got 48 hours to make a final decision so I’m not sweating it. yet.

Charlottesville Pups come out to join me and my Pampered Pet’s daycamp friends for some Sunday play and some friendly costume competition.  We’re supporting animal connection, so it’s all in good fun.

Hit me up on Facebook or twitter (@bugsays) and let me know which costume you think I should choose.  I’m pretty sure my boyfriend Toby will be there so it is critical that my costume is a 10.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

 

Fall updates.

Dudes, how’s it hangin’?

It’s becoming a pretty crisp fall here in cville.  My first sign was that it feels a bit cooler in the mornings, my second was when the pool closed at camp.  The moms even took Herman to his winter home so Tank has moved his office to the couch.  He loves that thing.  I’m pretty sure he’s keeping his secret journal somewhere in the cracks but I haven’t had enough time alone in there to get my paws on it.

As the fall has been rolling in the mom’s have been super busy with their businesses and new projects, so I’ve been able to talk them into taking me to camp a couple more times a week.  It’s awesome.  I think the increased frequency has helped expedite my relationship development with some of the regulars.

Today my buddy Lexi and I got a little publicity on the camp Facebook page – a picture snapped right after he finished telling me a joke.  That guy is always cracking me up.

So, two cats walked into a bar…

 Today when I was leaving camp I saw this dude Howie with his parents.  It’s so weird to see my camp friends outside of play group, but I think that might be a good angle to take if I’m going to secure solid votes for class president.  I sent tall mommy an email about FINALLY scheduling a play date with my friend Fiona.  I’ve been on her to schedule it for DAYS, and honestly, it’s like she doesn’t even read my emails.  She’s had a stomach virus for a few days, but I can’t let a little illness hold back my campaign.

I’m staying home with Tank tomorrow so I’ll be sure to post more about those ‘adventures.’  Tank has been a changed man these last few months so his plans are far less dangerous and far more BORING, but that’s a story for another time.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug