I know I’m a couple of days late with this post, but in counting my blessings, I thought I’d tell you some of the extraordinary moments for which I’m grateful: Continue reading
Pup Tupelo and I just got back from a dash to the park to play with his new toy (the slingshot duck. We both think it’s kind of the best toy ever.)
It’s not terribly cold today, but the wind has really kicked up and we were walking into it, on the way home. Maybe it’s “a few days before Thanksgiving” overwhelm, but I basically just watched his ears for the last few blocks home. He folds them back along his head when he’s really happy to see you or, apparently, walking into a driving wind. And then he brings one or more of them to half-cocked, if he’s listening for something in front of him. If he’s listening hard, they both go up completely.
I may come to regret this, but I feel myself starting to spin this post up into something high pressure. You see, it’s my magical 100th post! Yay! Continue reading
Since I was little, we always went to theater. My mom loved musicals and my dad was an unusually good sport, and we’d go to dinner theater and cabarets and melodramas. Nothing highbrow— we’re suckers for happy endings and oft-told tales. Continue reading
I gave my sixth speech this morning and am nearing the one-year mark as a member. Here are some highlights of my experience so far: Continue reading
Puppy Tupelo is not a morning dog. This is delightful on days when I want to sleep in. On days (like today) when I need to launch from bed like a rocket while it’s still dark out and do 47 things before I leave the house 30 minutes later, it’s not quite as charming. Continue reading
So one of the things I didn’t think enough about, before I got a dog, was how it was going to change me. I kind of knew that in some ways, it would make me happier. I didn’t anticipate how truly neurotic it would make me. But one of the benefits I’m seeing is that it’s got me thinking further ahead. After the 433rd time of going to get the leash and not finding it where I want it, but where I wanted to get rid of it, the last time, I’ve started framing things differently. “Where am I going to want to have left this?” “Am I going to want to measure out the dog’s food for tomorrow while he’s standing there hungry, or will I wish I had taken care of it now?” Continue reading