Very Distracting

So I wonder how I can feel behind on the very first day of class. I mean, I shouldn't have things to distract me too much at this point.

But then I look next to me on the couch.

Oh right. (Excuse the photo, it was taken with my cell.)

Pretty much Espresso's cuteness is the MOST DISTRACTING THING EVER.

Take Out

With the whole life-killing-thesis project, I not only neglected Espresso more than I care to admit. I neglected to eat. Many times.

So often, at random hours of the day between 3 to 11, I would try and figure out where to procure a meal. Being a Chipotle-lover, I lived off burrito bowls for about one week in March.

Espresso likes when Chipotle was brought home because it meant a) there was food in the house for once that wasn't kibble and b) there was a paper bag that she was entitled to play with.


See, you have to stick your ENTIRE BODY in the bag in order to lick the bottom where a trace of meat or fajita might be.

Looking for the Bright Spot

So I have been neglectful of A Shot of Espresso, but I have been neglectful about most things in my life as of late (eating, laundry, cleaning, etc) due to my thesis.

But with the freedom that is spring break arrived, I plan on trying to makeup for lost time by posting as many entries as I can. I have been able to take some photos between cram-sessions and now I finally have the time to post and write about them

Ironically, as my work load got extremely heavy, the weather outside went from rainy and cold to sunny and warm.

I felt terrible for Espresso who would sit longing to be outside. It doesn't help that at this time of year, her sunspot has shrunk to 1/10 its winter size.

Blue Baby

Espresso is in love with my Snuggie (yes, I own a human Snuggie. That will one day be a story in a post of its own). Its her new favorite thing-of-mommy's-to-steal-and-sleep-in.



As I was uploading pictures today, this photo gave me a sense of deja vu and I didn't know why. I began searching through my very unorganized hard drive for Espresso pictures.

And I found it.


After we agreed to take on the puppy (another story worthy of its own blog post), we anxiously awaited for the breeder to send us the first look at our future ward. All we knew was that it black-and-tan, and it was she. This is Espresso at about four weeks old. Or I should say, the puppy-we-eventually-decided-to-call-Espresso. This was the very first picture I ever saw of the the little creature that would change my life. And I fell in love with her right then and there.

It's amazing how cute and sleepy she was. Currently, she is running laps around my apartment squeaking her squirrel, celebrating that she managed to shred an entire Chipotle paper bag in just under a minute. I love my little monster so much.

Balloons Two

So my previous entry was describing Espresso's love of popping real balloons.

Like this.

My mother went on a quest while she was here to find Espresso a balloon she couldn't pop. Or at least something balloon like that would last longer than .2 nanoseconds.

Luckily, Petco provided.


I know Espresso loves her new toy-balloon, but probably not quite as much as she loves popping the real things. But given that her mother (me) isn't as generous and doesn't buy her balloons regularly, I think she'll take her squeaky balloon.

Balloons

Espresso loves playing with balloons (after she got over being terrified of them, of course). The only thing she loves more than rolling a balloon around is popping one. However, she doesn't seem to understand that the popping is permanent. This is a video my boyfriend texted me when I was on vacation. It was entitled "Why won't you play with me anymore?"

When I was home over Christmas break, we pulled out the wrapping from the spare closet which means we had to pull out just about everything else too. In the process, a baggie of balloons fell to the ground. Upon discovering this, my mother blew one of them up for Espresso to play with. Espresso proceeded to chew through all 12 balloons in the matter of about a half hour or so.

My mom had wanted to give Espresso a bag of balloons for Christmas, but never got around to it. So when she came to visit last weekend, you can imagine how happy Espresso was when my mom brought her the overdue Christmas gift.

We rationed them over the entire weekend, but she still managed to pop them all surprisingly fast.

Tied Toy

So remember that post a while back about Espresso's gift via mail? The green rope bone is one of her favorite toys. In order to give us a moment of peace, my boyfriend thought of a way to entertain Espresso without having to hold onto the toy personally.

She proceeded to de-stuff the toy completely and then yank the knot holding the rope to the chair so tight we couldn't get it off for days.

But at least it meant she spent hours doing that and not eating my underwear, sneaking into the kitchen, and causing all sorts of other dachshund mischief.