if a blog falls in the woods, does it make a noise?
So on my birthday, my best friend went to Germany for the summer and I've spent a majority of the time since then
1) working.
2) moping.
3) trying to turn Ladyboner into "a thing."
And creative pursuits, like my blog, have fallen by the wayside because I am crafting especially witty emails and letters to said best friend. Also, since the invention of twitter, it has become easy to whip out a bon mot as I think it and not have to save it for a blog post. Twitter is the new blog. QUICK SOMEONE TWITTER THAT. I already did.
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I went with LBCS to Iowa today to pick up her new family member, Phoenix the Dog. He's a rescue-dog, an Aussie, and he's a sweetheart. His "foster" family lived outside of CRapids and couldn't meet us half-way, so we made a day of it, making it back to the Cities successfully, even though we were sure for a moment that the city of Faribault was trying to suck is into its terrifying center, where a Minotaur would be waiting to devour us.
Phoenix was found in IL back in May, wandering about with a sheltie who was his fellow hobo friend. He's a young guy and seems to have some training and no fear of people. He also really, really likes being around people. I suspect he was abandoned by a thoughtless owner who couldn't handle a dog past the puppy stage, and probably wandered about for a few weeks before he was found. It's a guess, but I think it is an accurate one. It makes me so mad I could spit. I found a stray dog once -- an english bull dog who wandered into my yard when I lived in IL. She was friendly and sweet but someone had decided to let her go and who knows what would have become of her if I hadn't found her, given her water and taco meat, and let her stay in my air-conditioned house until I could get her to someone who could help her out? If we can't treat our dogs with decency, what does that say about us?
A few weeks ago, a friend commented that I would be a good trainer for seeing-eye dogs. I would think that I could be a foster-mom for dog rescue organizations. It seems like a really worthwhile thing to do, and I would get to hang out with dogs as much as I would with people. Oh man, part of a golden retriever rescue? I love their sweet, dopey little faces. Yes, sign me up. As soon as I, you know, have a yard for them to play in.
