Barney went home with my parents a couple weeks ago when I moved into Mark’s non-dog-friendly place.
I miss the little bastard and his cute fluffy fur coat, which was especially fluffy after a bath.
Did I mention he doesn’t like the blow dryer? His coat got so long that I started to have to blow dry his hair. He hides out in his kennel to avoid it.
It’s another weiner-free weeeeeeeeeekend. I shouldn’t be this excited, but my lil dog is kind of like having a misbehaving 3-year-old. If you’re reading this, that means I’m in Minnesota and Barnabus is at Steph‘s place for the weekend.
Why, do you ask? Because I’m going to see SLAYER. MEGADETH. AND TESTAMENT.
Yes. Almost the big 4, but not quite. Good enough for me — good riddance to Metallica anyway. Dave Mustaine is where it’s at, as you can tell by my fabulous kitchen decor.
(a super old pic … but seriously. this guy is badass).
Anyway, I so can’t wait to see Megadeth and Slayer again … and I’m excited about Testament. I’m kind of disappointed that we’ve got nose-bleeds because last time I saw Megadeth I was close enough to touch Dave. On the railing. Man, you MN peeps are wimps. I got more beat up at the Jimmy Eat World show in Iowa than I did at Gigantour that year!
Wow. I’m rambling. Sorry — I get excited about these things then go into douchey metal dude speak.
Anyway, I’m going to have a great time and maybe get some decent photos. Regardless, I’m so going to H&M when I’m in Minnesota … seriously.
Gotta love how I’m going to a thrash show and all I can think about is shopping …
I’m going to leave you with one of my favorite Megadeth songs. I say one of them because they’re all pretty much amazing. Enjoy!
Not to mention — this one is a gem from ’91 — Dave Ellefson on bass … drool (not because I think he’s hot, but because he’s amazing!) … it’s almost a shame I don’t have the same hair as these guys anymore.
Last Sunday, Mark, Barney and I went to Des Moines. I had a coffee table that was sitting out for me at work that I needed to pick up and I needed Mark’s car to retrieve it. So, we decided to take Barney so we could get him an ice cream cone at Snookies Malt Shop. For those of you who don’t know, Snookies is a really great malt shop in the Beaverdale neighborhood in Des Moines and they love dogs. So, they hand out little doggie-sized ice cream cones along with people’s ice cream treats.
Barney was surprisingly good on the walk around the lake. He met a few other doggies and behaved himself. He also met a few little kids. So, all in all, he was very deserving of the ice cream cone he was going to get.
He was also a little apprehensive of the car ride. I’m guessing because every other time he’s been in a longer car ride the poor dog got dropped off at a new home. I’m his 3rd home — 4th, if you count the brief stint with my parents (which I’m sure he does). Anyway, he started enjoying it when I rolled down the window and let him hang out a bit (don’t worry guys, he had his harness on and I had a vice grip on both him and his leash).
We made it to the malt shop and Mark and I ordered. I got Barney his cone and sat down with him. To my surprise, he didn’t eat it all in one bite like my old dachshund* would have. He licked it! Like a person! He didn’t eat the cone part — apparently he didn’t consider that part food (this is coming from somebody who sometimes eats poo).
After he finished his cone, he sat around waiting patiently to see if there was going to be any more. Nope. Not sharing. I got a brownie sundae with hot fudge and marshmallow, and Mark got a Heath not-sure-what-they-call-it-there-but-is-essentially-a-Blizzard (TM).
*side note — my old doxie (Jake the Snake) was famous for his eating feats. I don’t have all day to tell you the stories, but my favorite has to do with ice cream. My mom was scooping ice cream for a birthday party or something, and it was a particularly frozen hard batch. She scooped really hard, and the scoop of ice cream flew off the ice cream scooper. Jake just happened to be walking by and snatched the WHOLE SCOOP of ice cream on the way. It didn’t even hit the ground. It. Was. Epic. That dog ate EVERYTHING and lived to be almost 15.
In case you’re curious … since I got off on the tangent … here’s some pictures of Jake.
He was rather rotund here. I’m guessing this was when he was about twelve.
My papasan chair was one of his favorite places to snuggle up under a blanket. He would usually play musical beds/chairs all day long and find interesting places to nap.
For instance, on my pillow, covered up in my blanket. No joke. This dog did this on his own. This was actually the last time I saw him. I think I stayed for the weekend and I had folded my blanket up and set it next to my pillow. That dog crawled under the blanket and fell asleep like this.
It’s really hard to keep a straight face while eating dinner because this is the view I have every night.
Though — I shouldn’t complain. I’d rather he sit here than at my feet begging for my food. 
I don’t have much to say, but I do have a cute video to share with you.
Here’s a clip of Barney playing with his new best friend, Uncle Matty (aka our friend Matt who happens to be Mark’s roommate).
Barney moved in with me (finally) on Saturday and he’s settled in pretty well …
… as you can see, he’s pretty tired from the move.
Okay, so not really an update, but some cute pix nonetheless.
My dog, Barney (Barnabus Stinson, II) is currently residing with my parents back home until I move to a dog-friendly place. I would be able to have him here, except he barks. Otherwise, I’m guessing nobody would really mind. But, he’s a big barker. So there’s that.
Anyway, I went home for Thanksgiving and I was kind of worried that Barn would forget who his mama was, but sure enough, he remembered me. He followed me all around the house for the few days I was home and snuggled up with me every night when I went to sleep. I can’t wait to have him with me permanently, but I know my family is enjoying him in the meantime because he’s just a fabulous doggie.
Here are some adorable photos for your enjoyment.
