My dog died yesterday....
Have you read any for-sale house listings recently?
Hear me out. One of my favorite things is really random things that will or will not stay with the house - a corner cupboard that fits in this.exact.spot. and the seller doesn't want to take it with them, that type of thing. And so in the listing it says "custom corner cupboard will convey." Or someone loves their light fixtures and it's all "chandelier in third bathroom on the left will not convey."
To be very clear, I'd be thrilled with a house with three bathrooms, but we'll see about all that if and when we sell our house....
Our sweet dog Jake died on Friday.
He was approximately 8,736 years old. In dog years.
It was warm on Sunday.
It's freezing now, of course, and was 25 effing degrees last night, but SUNDAY it was 70 whole degrees.
It was glorious.
I was photographing some food and the sun was going in and out, so I kept stepping on the deck to see what the dealio was so that I got the shots I wanted. I do that sometimes, but this particular day the dogs pushed through me every time to go outside.
They're labs. They pee about twice a day. So this was weird and annoying. Finally I wandered off with the door open to let them come back in on their own, but they didn't come back for a few minutes. When I cam back to look out the window to be sure they hadn't wandered off (our neighbors LOVE us), this is what I saw:
I have a feeling that our president is to blame for this, but doggie emergency healthcare is UNREASONABLY priced.
As they say around these parts.... fu**ing Obama....ruins everything.
As you may have heard, we spent Super Bowl Sunday driving back from working in North Carolina and then in the emergency vet. Because our dog had gas. Or something.
Because it's FINALLY FRIDAY, let's laugh a little bit, ok? Did you forget about the Text From Dog tumblr? I almost did, and I'm SO happy I found it again. Never gets old. There are lots of recent new texts posted!
Happy weekend, friends.
This is my life. Every time I cook anything.
If I'm not photographing, Jay and Jake are "helping." One drools, the other wanders around in our pretty-small kitchen and tries to stand exactly where I need to be standing.
Actually, they both do those things. One just doesn't drool on the floor.
They're mine though, so I'll take it. It's a pretty happy life.
The year is over, folks!
I can't believe it. Really. What the heck?
I know I usually talk about food, and you know that if you're needing motivation for what to cook over the next few days you can just head over to the recipes page, right?
I know you know that. You're an adult.
Instead of food, though, I thought it'd be nice if we talked about this year. It's been a doozie, and I don't see 2013 calming down one bit.
I hope you have wonderful plans. Armed with 5 dishes, we're about to head over to my family's house for The Day.
The Day involves drinking during the day.
The Day involves taking pictures of various groups of our families, with people shouting instructions like this:
Mama, no! My head's not in it!
Zoom in....NOT BY WALKING!
Don't stand too close to me. If these are good I want to crop you out for Facebook.
What I'm trying to say is, I love Thanksgiving.
Have a wonderful day, friends. I'd love to know what your plans are for this wonderful weekend! Tomorrow it's back to yoga and counseling and real life, so I'm especially thankful to have today with the people I love the most.
I'm thankful for YOU, too. You knew that, right?
I woke up late and then there was traffic and I look dumb and I forgot my lunch. Awesome.
I did brush my teeth, though, so there are successes in all parts of life.
It feels wonderful here. I was lucky enough to spend some time outdoors this weekend, and WOW. So lovely!
I don't miss the humidity. Not one little bit.
....we (not me) built a fence.
....we bought a house with a backyard perfect for pooping in.
....we ignore water being dumped on our floor every day (don't ask - a certain male dog has learned to pick up and invert the water bowl before carrying it into another room).
...we break "no dogs on the couch" rules.
...we clean up projectile diarrhea...
What do you do that would constitute as madness if someone said "wait, you're pretending like this animal who can learn based on reward but not master any actual intelligence is a person with thoughts who loves you and you let him SHIT ON THE FLOOR?"
It's worth it.
Nope, not pregnant or engaged.
IT'S OUR BLOG'S BIRTHDAY!
We're one. That's like.....five seconds in real world years.
We've had a great time this year!
Stolen from the ever funny http://textfromdog.tumblr.com/.
Last week Louisa, Jay's mom's dog, came to stay with us.
She's really stinking cute.
The cuteness offsets the fact that she's a puppy and not exaaaactly house trained.
She gave it a good faith effort, though.
I'm going to tell you a story, now.