busy bee

i'm sorry i've been so busy i haven't had time to blog. what have i been doing, you ask? planning a monster of a cross-country trip, buying dog paraphernalia for our soon-to-be greyhound, working my ass off to get ahead for the trip, dog sitting, rinse, repeat.

we've had macy since thursday afternoon, so at least we had a legitimate reason to be at the dog park last night. and when we were leaving, there was a guy walking down the driveway smoking and holding a toy that some of the dogs had been playing with in the park, and he was sans dog. i said to mike, "that guy was in the park and he didn't even have a dog with him!" and then mike looked at me and i realized how stupid i sounded, being that we've been to the park without a dog more than with lately.

i also had a small panic attack this weekend when i realized our trip was looming on the horizon. as mike noted, it's only natural that i will be anxious about leaving home, since i'm here at least 20 hours a day. it's my comfort zone. after all, nobody likes change.

gorilla in the hallway

this is why we've taken to calling moxie "gorilla" in recent years.

productivity

a combination of the spring/fall-like weather we're having and the fact that i'm the project manager of our new hvac install has caused me to crack up the work flow today. i've already finished two rough drafts of articles and i'm on to sifting through the research for a third. although i could easily sit in in front of the tv, either in the living room or bedroom, and veg out, i decided that since there are people hard at work at my house today, i may as well be one of them! not to say that i don't work hard, but i certainly don't work hard all day. more like half a day, max. but today and tomorrow, i will be putting in my eight hours like the rest of the world, and maybe, just maybe i will be work-ready for our trip.

karma 101

i have always been an animal lover. since as far back as i can remember, i've been around cats. and just like matthew sweet's song says, i do believe that dog people hate cats and cat people love all animals.

so as an avid animal lover, i am always noticing loose dogs out and about and trying to reunite them with their (unappreciative, bad) owners whenever possible. i figure it's not the dog's fault their owner is stupid and irresponsible.

now that we're facing impending dog-to-be status, i've been worried about the off chance that our speed demon might slip away from us, say when mike open the door and his guard is down, or when the dog that has never darted out before suddenly gets the urge to run or something.

as a cancer survivor, i don't like to believe in karma (if there is karma, then my having had cancer should mean we're winning the lottery tonight, right?). i don't think i was that bad of a person for 30 years to "deserve" the karma of cancer. but if the big "k" does exist, i hope that all my previous doggie rescues add up so that if for some horrific moment our dog does escape, she's rescued by another animal lover and brought back to me safe and sound.

and to get my dog fix once more, i'll be heading to the dog park tomorrow night to see some greyhounds in action. i feel like such a dogophile (the canine equivalent of a pedophile) skulking around the dog park without a dog in tow. i'm sure it won't be long before i'm being referred to as the "crazy non-dog lady".

inquiring minds want to know

so i know it's no p.c. to talk about money amongst friends, but i need to know. do most people have a running $1k balance in their checkbook (bank account) from month to month? is this normal (and something i was not aware of)? sure, in a perfect world that would be great, but we all know the world we live in is a far cry from perfect.

best b-day weekend

esp since it wasn't mine. had the most delicious sea bass at 4th street. sat am went to davis market with tania, z and macy, then a party at jean's house with the fam saturday night that was only slightly awkward.
sunday was the crate meet, where we oohed and ahhed over zelda and bandit, then we hiked to the highest point on angel island. this was our view as we feasted on bread, cheese and grapes before run/walking back down. then we hit the dog park sunday evening to meet other grey owners and their dogs, including loveable siggy and dancer.
monday am was caf baf for breakfast and then chores and hanging out the rest of the day. in all, it was grand.

o.k.--i get the point

yesterday was a dog day of summer for me. literally.

on the way to target, i stopped at the end of our street to save a dog in the middle of the street. even went so far as to nose around in someone's backyard/garage until they finally woke up and i was able to get the dog back where it belonged.

then, as i was leaving target, there was a homeless man in the lot with his two dogs, and i gave him some $$ (i figured i was returning something, and the money was already spent, so why not?).

all of this was on the way to my chiropractor's office. when i got there i was greeted by her new puppy, nacho, who was so adorable i wanted to stay there all day and play with him.

then, last night on the way home from a tower tuesday with katie, we saw another stray dog and were able to reunite it with its owner.

thanks, universe. i got the message loud and clear!