my dogs are not hobbits, i think

here's some unsolicited advice: if your dog pukes in the mornings, feed your dog later at night. it took me far too long to figure this out. Matilda was always something of a morning puker. But she is so excitable that i kind of just thought it was her being Her. For a dog lover, i have my failing moments. And then we got Moose and it was PukeFest 08.
Flashback to Ms. Moreno's 7th grade social studies class. i was nauseous. i raised my had for a nurse's pass and Ms. Moreno took her time. I payed her (and everyone in class) back by puking up all over my desk. I wasn't sick. I just didn't eat breakfast. The thing is, i Never ate breakfast. but that morning, at the very least, taught me that if you don't eat for long enough your body will hate you and probably humiliate you in front of all of your peers.
So now we feed the dogs two dinners, like hobbits! they get first dinner after we eat (so that they know that we are the pack leaders) and a second dinner around 9 or so. no more morning pukies, thank you very much.
so tonight, after 2nd dinner, we took the dogs out back like we always do. they were mucking around. neil and i were both looking South (obviously! what? you have a better place to look?) and saw a HUGE meteor. It was early, near the moon, and low to the ground. i know it was a meteor now, but at the time we also came up with a plane crash theory and an alien landing theory. I looked online and saw that tonight is the height of the Perseid Meteor Shower. No planes smashed to bits and certainly (maybe?) no aliens.
It reminded me.....when i was little, Mom used to wake me up for meteor showers. She'd wrap me in a blanket and we'd snuggle up on the plastic lawn chairs we held on for far too many years. Mom and i don't have a lot of romantic stories, but i always appreciated her taking the time to show me just how beautiful a proper meteor shower can be.
Her last birthday, i was broke. Her last birthday also coincided with the Leonid Meteor Shower (as it often does). My lame ass gift to her was that i went to 108 for the night determined that we would get up in the middle of the night and watch the shower. i remember that i fell asleep and that Mom had to wake me up. I don't remember if we saw any shooting stars, though. In all, i can't say whether or not the night was a bust or not to her. I tried, kind of. Hindsight and all that. had i known it was our last chance, i would have stayed up for days and forced her to do the same.
Funny now that i am in here on my computer and not outside where it is all happening. will we ever learn? actually, i gotta go. i learned.