Thursday nights solo and dogs...

So Thursday nights my spouse "games" which leaves me alone w/our mini zoo.
I was looking forward to hanging out w/everyone and watching Joey in the big bed.

Until about 5 minutes ago. Max just threw up and I did the bad thing, just walked away.
Because for those of you without dogs - they will eat it. That's right minimal clean up for you.
Is it sad that that relieves me? Or that I know that?
Either way - I came back into the office - continued checking my email and then went back in.
Max had cleaned up most of his mess - what he didn't I proceeded to put in the toilet. Did I mention my dog is smart enough to come upstairs and get sick in our bathroom? Don't know how he knows but that is where he comes when he is sick.
Love this dog. Anway as I am cleaning what he doesn't eat - he starts sticking his head in the toilet. I say - if it's in the toilet you can't eat it.
Is it bad that I even have that phrase in my vocabulary?

ohhh...
Ok I am still looking forward to relaxing but what is even worse - Max wants his dinner now. He has gone and sat in front of the closet w/his food.
Uh no - we are going to take a little break from eating.
I love my baby - all 75 lbs of him. :)

In other weirdness - I subscribe to Marie Claire the October issue has a what would you do type article. What would you do if you lost your hair at 18, blah, blah, blah.
Well ironically there is a woman who got dentures at 23 and she goes into detail about how it sucks dealing w/men etc.
Lady - try 12. I didn't even have a chance.
Do I write and say shut it - try getting the mofo's during your formative years.
Or just think hey I am not alone?
Dunno know.
Right now I feel like writing - I wouldn't be catty but maybe let people know it happens a lot more than you would think. Hers was a result of periodontal disease. ew! I just was genetically cursed.
yick!

on that note - i might try to feed the monster...