Today I need help from my reader hive mind, because y’all are smarter than me on almost every topic. See, I have a problem with my best girl, Pascale. Ever since moving to California, I’ve had to adjust the dog’s schedule completely. Pascale is the one who’s taken this adjustment the hardest. Previously, she was used to a big backyard that she spent about 1 hour in in the morning unsupervised and another hour or so in the evening when…
This morning on Facebook I was nominated by a friend to do one of those 5 day Facebook posting challenges. Now I typically hate those kind of things, but this one was about dogs… and well, I love dogs. Because I cannot follow directions, I modified the rules to suit my fancy. As I typed up probably my longest Facebook status ever, I thought no one is ever going to read all of this… if only there was a platform for long…
Getting bluebonnet pictures were really important to me this year. Even though I’ve admired the amazing wildflowers in Texas for seven years now, I’ve never actually taken any kind of bluebonnet pictures. Maybe that’s because of this hilarious tumblr that makes fun of people squatting in the bluebonnets for pictures, but mostly I’ve just been lazy. Originally, the plan was to meet my roommate at a little patch of bluebonnets by our house and take some photos of the dogs….
A lot of my Facebook memories are pretty depressing. Every day when my “memories” pop up, I brace myself because it tends to go something like… “Here’s something you did with your dead husband! Here’s an anniversary with someone you’re no longer with! Look a cute picture of you and your late husband!” on and on and on. Today however, was a happy milestone. Three years ago, my trainer posted on her Facebook that a puppy had been dumped at…
My entire life I’ve wanted to be able to talk to animals. I’m sure I’m not the only blogger who feels that way, but being able to speak with my menagerie has been towards the top of my superhero wishlist for a long, long time. Since I haven’t been bit by a radioactive spider or struck by lightning recently, I’ve found other ways to fulfill my Dr. Dolittle dreams. It all started with a stuffed lobster dog toy that Tim gave puppy…
Sometimes you’re in a bit of a mood funk because it’s been a hard month, so you buy your dog a dinosaur costume. Then you get yourself a matching t-shirt so you can dress up together. Then you drag your friends to a dog party where there are dogs everywhere in costume. They had doggie ice cream, treats and a photo booth. Pascale is definitely my fur child, because she helped herself to two servings of ice cream. There was also this…
I missed Pascale’s “gotcha’ date with everything that’s been going on around here, but felt it a necessary break of sadness and stress to celebrate my gangly black panther dog. As a furbaby mother, I shouldn’t pick favorites. I should love all my babies equally and cherish them in their own individual ways. But I don’t. Pascale is my favorite. She is best dog, and I even tell this to Eliot quite frequently. I will always adore Eliot and he’s my favorite…
There have been lots of challenges and adjustments in the new apartment. For me, I’m still struggling with the change of being located in the center of cool culture to now living in a sea of toll roads and Chili’s restaurants. PS – I do not like Chili’s. Anyway, the dogs are doing well overall. I figured Eliot would adapt pretty quickly because even though he has a tendency to bite faces, he’s moved with me 7 times and is the best…