2 posts tagged “dogs”
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.
One: Snazzy new glasses and a haircut! Note the presence of Bonnaroo in the picture. I have a tendancy not to sit on the couch when I do work, but to sit in front of it with my legs folded under our coffee table. I've been doing this for years and I don't know why. Sparky and the Dwarf Star were always puzzled by it, but I think Pineapple and LBCS have known me so long that they understand that I'm a creature of bizarre habit. Anyway, that's why our dog-sitting charge is on the couch and I'm on the floor. I don't want you to think that I was pushed off the couch by a Jack Russell Terrier. I can take and have taken Bonnie down in feats of strength. I have also taken down my nephew-dogs Bauer and Davy, and Maggie doesn't do fights. There is, in fact, only one dog I cannot over power.
Shiphrah. Pineapple and I dog-sat Shiphrah in June and we're dog-sitting her again. As K-Jo says, Shiff has junk in the trunk. She is the biggest effing dog you have ver seen -- almost cartoonishly huge. Friendly, oh yes, very friendly. But effing ginormous.
Two: Snazzy new prescription sunglasses. You may have noticed that the Bonster is out of this picture, perhaps scared away by my rendition of Corey Hart's "I Wear My Sunglasses at Night." Hey, if you're rad, be rad. I can't control how awesome I look in pink shades with rhinestones on the side. Apparently, Bon-Bon can't handle me when I'm being REAL.
Anyway. So there's that.
Incidentally, there is a player on the Milwaukee Brewers named Corey Hart. One of my gay cousins* and I, at the family Brewer game a few weeks ago, sang that song whenever he was up to bat. The Brewers Corey Hart chose country songs for his "songs," which I thought was a waste. If you have a name like Corey Hart, embrace the song "Sunglasses at Night." It's kinda like how I'd like Ryan Adams better if he did the occasional tongue-in-cheek cover of "Summer of '69." Maybe now that' he's sober, he'll see the humor in it. I mean. COME ON!
* I have two gay cousins... that I know of. This particular gay cousin is my age, and I had someone to talk to during the game who was as bored as I was by sports. Anyway, I also decided to do the "Explain the sport to him" talk while we watched it, but in my own way, so it went something like this
Him: So what is going on?
Me: Well, that is called a field. And all those tiny people on the field are trying to score things called points. That tiny guy throws a tiny ball to that guy and he tries to hit it away from him.
Him: Are the people really tiny? Are you sure it's not that we're high up?
Me: Yes. They are all that tiny.
