It's National Dog Day!

Nadia aka "The 8 pound Naughty Dog"

Nadia has now been my fur baby for 15 months!  There isn't much I enjoy more than her falling asleep and snuggling with me.

In many ways she is like a two year old.  She understands a lot, but only expressing through behaviors, whining, barking, and growling; only two year olds cry, whine, and say a few words.  She absolutely loves going to the dog park.  In fact I can't tell her where we are going when we go, otherwise she'll whine the entire ride there.  Once there she tries to scratch her way through the window because I apparently am not quick enough at getting her out of the Jeep.

I can jump!

In the evening, starting between 8:30 and 9:00 p.m. Nadia starts nipping at my feet.  She runs around wildly, barking, and attempting to get me off of the chair (most likely I am studying).  This is her wind up before she falls asleep.  It is also her way of telling me- "It's time for me to go to bed and you should go too!"

She has brought joy, happiness, and laughter into my life.  Her quirky ways have left an paw print on my heart.

petrified

petrified  past participle, past tense of pet·ri·fy (Verb)

Verb Make (someone) so frightened that they are unable to move or think. Change (organic matter) into a stony concretion by encrusting or replacing its original substance with a calcareous, siliceous, or other...

It was between 1:30 a.m. and 1:45 a.m. when I heard a distinct "knock-knock-knock" on the window.  Odd I thought that sounded like the patio window.  The knock were followed  within a millisecond with Nadia's barking and growling.  Feeling instinctually that something was off, but thinking that it probably wasn't anything, I calmed Nadia down, petting her and talking quietly to her.  As I lay there pondering the sound I heard, I hear more and exclaim to myself, "that sure sounds like the patio blinds swaying from side to side."  Thinking again that it probably wasn't anything I tried coax myself back into sleep.

As I lay there trying to convince myself back into sleep, I heard a rapt "knock knock" in my BEDROOM DOOR! Or at least is quite sounded like the bedroom door. Nadia went berserk!  not just her usual you are walking by my apartment door bark and growl but a low guttural growl that indicated someone's jugular was going to be removed.  She kept her nose between the crack of the bottom of the door and the floor, run/pacing back and forth between the door frame ends, barking, and growling, with an occasional murderous like hissing for about 10 to 15 minutes.  I thought to myself, I won't be stopping her barking it's a protective bark and growl.

This is when I became petrified.  I was lying there on my stomach, cell phone in hand, heart beating probably close to if not over 200 bpm, every muscle in my body is tense, my body is sweating profusely, thinking I should call 9-1-1 or at least be ready to but I couldn't move; I could not initiate any movement in my body.  My cellphone was in my hand but there wasn't anything I could do on my own accord.

As I lay there petrified for an hour, my arms and legs went numb and I slowly realized I needed to move to keep the blood flowing if I were expecting to have the capability to bolt if need be.  Thinking.. how stupid is it that my .22 rifle (although it would at it's best only injure someone) was double locked under the bed with the ammo in the kitchen and the keys to the gun in a locked safe box?  Nadia after about 45 minutes of a tensing crouch by the door ready to pounce-  jumped up onto the bed and curled in next to me.  It wasn't until this time that I allowed myself to start thinking about sleep again and then after a another 15 or so minutes relaxed to the point of un-petrification.  

• Was someone really in my apartment?  I don't know.  
• Did someone try to get into my apartment at the very least?  I have to answer, yes.
• Do I think they may have had the wrong apartment? Possibly- it could have been someone thinking they were going to their friends place.
• Can your brain hear things that are not there?  Yes- but Nadia wouldn't have gone nuts beserky crazy by me hearing things in my own head.

So here is my immediate plan...

More injurious methods will soon be used on any possible intruders.  I didn't appreciate being petrified.

The "egg scrambled inside shell" experiment

So, I heard about the possibility of scrambling your eggs while they are still in the shell... so I decided to give it a try.

First I watched this YouTube video:

then I boiled eggs.  The first egg, I left as is for comparison sake.  The second egg had gone through what I saw as something similar to the centrifuge process.  I spun the egg, and spun the egg, and spun the egg.... etc.  Here are the results:

Egg 1:

Super easy to peel

A beautiful perfect hard boiled egg

Egg 2:

Super difficult to peel!!

Seriously difficult to peel.  Hate peeling eggs like this- it makes me dizzy!

No scrambling here- just a super rubbery like egg yolk.

So I though I'd give it another go....

Egg 3:

Not the easiest to peel... and certainly not scrambled... Let's check the insides...

Nope! No scrambling here.

It didn't work, perhaps it will work for you.  I'll be sticking to regular hard boiled eggs :)