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Yaris: A work of contradiction

Something I’ve noticed about Yaris, having raised her from a puppy, is that she seems to have a preference for the color green.  When she first arrived at our house, she would cry and want her siblings and mother.  Choco was raised a solitary dog, so she wasn’t terribly helpful in providing Yaris some company.  Yaris kept crying and wouldn’t calm down until I gave her a box with a stuffed green pillowcase.  She settled right down and took a nap on the pillowcase.  I thought that was interesting.

For the first few weeks, it seemed like Yaris was much more comfortable being outside in the grass, which is generally green, than inside the house.  When she outgrew her box and green pillowcase, we gave her this multicolored comforter to sleep on.  She was ok with it, but she would often try and sneak onto Choco’s bed, which was a green sleeping bag.  The inside of the sleeping bag was tan and the one time I had to flip it inside out, Yaris whined for awhile before going to sleep.  I think she wanted the green side.  That sleeping bag is gone now.  But both Choco and Yaris have dog beds that are a pale green.  Yaris doesn’t like it much when I flip the bed over so the striped side is facing up instead of the green side.

Another thing I noticed is that she thinks her dinner is extra delicious when I mix some peas, which are green, into her food.  She’ll eat her dinner extra fast, sometimes faster than Choco, who is known to vacuum her food up.  Possibly she just thinks that peas are delicious and the same with the other green vegetables I’ve tried mixing in her food.  She has also found it very entertaining to pick all the green apples off of the lower limbs of the tree.  She ate a few of them and played with the rest.  She’s left the peaches alone, though.  Her current favorite toy is a green tennis ball.

Why all this talk about Yaris liking the color green?  Because dogs can’t see green.  They see something similar to what a person with red-green colorblindness would see.  I guess no one ever informed Yaris of this fact.

I shall entice motivation with a vacation

A friend suggested a candy trail to lure motivation back.  I…just don’t think that will work very well.  For one thing, I don’t know what kind of candy motivation likes.  More importantly, Yaris and Choco would more than likely eat all the candy before motivation even realized it was there.  Candy trails work wonders at bringing unlost dogs back to you.  Instead, I’m going to talk about Iceland.  Why?  Because I like it.  I would like to go there.  I almost did, but then no one wanted to go with me and I didn’t want to pay for a hotel room by myself.  I was so close though.  I think next time, I might as well just go by myself anyway.

Anyway, through Jetsetter, I because aware of Elves and Trolls, a travel site that specializes in Iceland.  I really like Iceland.  I really want to go to Iceland.  I would like to spend a lot of time in Iceland.  Iceland is number two on my list of places I really want to go (Australia is number one, but right now I’m talking about Iceland).  And this package from Elves and Trolls sounds really interesting and I want to do it.  It’s similar to what was offered on Jetsetter that one time and no one wanted to go with me.  I don’t know about the “viking” level of difficulty though.  I’m not sure if I’m as fit as a viking.  How would I go about training for something like that?  Should I try and sail the seas like in the old Norse sagas and plunder and loot towns?  You know, I don’t think I really read about any females doing plundering and looting.  It was probably just the men with their horned helmets and and spears and braided beards and smoked fish and tankards of ale.  Wait, did the Norse drink ale?  I can’t remember.  Maybe just mead?  Mead tastes better than ale anyway.  But do you drink tankards of mead?  Maybe just goblets of mead.  Holding a goblet in your hand while sailing the icy seas doesn’t seem very viking-like to me though.  Maybe they just held goblets at the dinner table and they would switch to tankards when they were at sea.  Although, I would think most captains would have rules against drinking while sailing.  I’m sure that’s about as dangerous as drinking and driving.  Also, it probably would hinder your plundering and looting.

Er…what was I talking about?  Oh right, a trip to Iceland.  I would like to go to Iceland.  If not for that, then this sounds pretty interesting too.  Again with the viking level of difficulty though.  Or maybe this?  Or this.  Sugh, all of those requires people to have prior knowledge of the viking way of life though.  I don’t know how I would train for something like that here, which is not like Iceland at all.  And it would be hard to continuously hold my mustache/beard combo on a stick to my face so I could kind of have a braided beard.

Aside: my beard/mustache combo on a stick looks a lot like this but not quite so looped and it’s ginger and I don’t have a picture of it right now and I left it at someone’s house so I can’t take a picture of it.  I’ll put it up some other time.  In other news, if you want to make your own, these instructions are a good place to start.  Or these.

Btw, you should definitely check out the World Beard and Mustache Championship.

I am realizing that this doesn’t sound very enticing at all.  It’s kind of incoherent and rambly.  I’m not particularly tired…I don’t think.  I just…don’t have motivation.  And I guess I will continue to not have motivation.  Maybe I need to figure out a good viking workout in the meantime.