Dreams

This is my friend Jen's house. Look at all that space. If my house was that big, I'd have a cheese room. Naturally, it'd have marble floors.

Ya Ya Ya

This is George and Ringo (Ringo's the lighter one). We met them in Hillcrest Park the other day. I wish I had a running buddy with a name that completed mine. Maybe a Wowie? Or a Jim? I wonder which is more common name for dogs? I knew a Kevin way back when from Trinity. He looked like a Kevin. And also a Bosley.

The peeps once told me they considered naming me Marley. I'm glad they didn't. But Dan likes to describe me as "Bob Marley, if Bob Marley was a muppet." I see more of a Rick James thing when I look in the mirror.

Yup...definitely need to find myself a Wowie.

Two dogs. One frisbee.

Ben the Golden Retriever and I had a little misunderstanding in the park the other day.  I wound up taking the worst of it. Actually, that's not true. Dan and Tiia wound up taking the worst of it because it was New Year's Day and they had to take me to the emergency vet which, from what I understand, is the opposite of affordable.

It's a good thing we went because, as it turns out, Ben bites deeper than he barks. Doc said I needed antibiotics to prevent infection. I said I needed antibiotics so Dan would have to hide it in Brie twice a day and toss in in my bowl. I'll never forget the first time Dr. B told them to put my meds in cheese. "He'll take your arm off for it," he said. That's not entirely true. I'd only take a finger, but never for Blue Cheese. Gross.

Shit Disturber

I like to save my three-poop walks for when Dan is carrying coffees. It's fun to watch him get the plastic bag(s) open while balancing the tray. And extra fun with gloves on.

Back to bed.

Double Digits

I'm in my 10th year but you'd never know it.

Dan attributes my sprightliness to all the park time we got over the years. I'd have to agree. I like that we still go. I like that he still breaks out the frisbee. I like that he still gets that look of concern when I jump to make a catch.

Today, I shared the frisbee with Juno...a two year-old golden his peeps are coiffing to look like a lion. That's him over there.  —>

People used to say I looked like a black lion cub. Again, I'd have to agree, especially when I have my full do going on.

More tomorrow.

It's all in the eyes

It's the same story every evening at dinner: Dan swears he's not going to give me a taste of whatever he's eating, I flash "the look", he caves and I win.

Yesterday's big win a was a taste of chicken pot pie from Loblaws, which I have to say is some of the best I've had. I think it's the crust that makes it — so flaky and wonderful. It's so good, in fact, that I don't even mind its cheeselessness (new word).

Back to sleep...eagerly anticipating tonight's victory.

Turn your head and coif

I've heard rumblings that I'll be going for a haircut soon. This displeases me for a few reasons.

Firstly, I hate going to the groomers. And that's no reflection on the groomers I see — the ladies at Spaw Boutique are lovely and they do a great job. It's that my hair is my essence and what draws attention to me. And right now, I have to say that my curls are looking pretty cute. I got two compliments from people at the dog park, and the attention of a young golden retriever who thought I was the cats meow.

Secondly, and more importantly, I'm really digging the accidental ombré I've got going on right now. I say accidental because it was a de-skunking gone wrong back in the summer. Dan left the peroxide solution in a bit too long and before I knew it, I was stylish.

But, on the flip side, I am feeling a few knots on my belly that could use some brushing out. Maybe Tiia'll do it tonight. To be honest, I could use the attention. Between Milo's mentalness and Noah's neediness, getting a bit of Maui love is proving more difficult that I had anticipated.