Friday, December 7, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
You know those life-altering days you never EVER forget. The day I met Dan and Tiia was one of those days.
It was a Saturday afternoon in February '07. I was at home (my first home) with Patrick just chillin' out in my room – I had just been out in the yard. I remember looking out my window when the doorbell rang, and there were two really excited people outside. Probably mormons, I thought to myself. They've gotta bring the super-peppiness if they want to convert the French Catholics.
Anyway, Patrick answers the door, and these two come in speaking this weird language...that Patrick could speak too!!! I mean, I'd heard him speak it on the phone, but never to other people! I was intrigued – and a bit bored – so I went out in to the foyer (yeah...that's French, baby) to have a look.
And when I saw them, I knew. And when I saw Patrick's face, I knew he knew. Somedays, I miss Patrick a lot. I'll never forget what he did for me, how he taught me right from wrong, and how he taught me to present myself for cleaning EVERY time I came in from the snow (Dan and Tiia are far less stringent).
When we arrived back in Toronto, they told me I'd have a new name. Maui "The Hawaiian Pirate" Yurkenbaum. I liked it. It seemed to fit. To be honest, there's always been something familiar about it, but I can't put my paw on it. Maybe my therapist will help me figure it out.
(Up there, that's me with Tiia that afternoon)
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
So this is blogging, huh?
I just write what pops into my head? And people read it? Do other dogs read it, too? If there are other dogs reading this, please be on the lookout for 5 red frisbees in Trinity Bellwoods. Long story short, Tiia and Dan are morons and left 5 of my frisbees in the park. Actually, that is the story. Not long at all.