Yesterday was little Dallas' 9th birthday. We celebrated by dancing around her singing at the top of our lungs, and chasing her all over the apartment while smacking her bottom. She liked it... She liked having her ears cleaned out less, but hey, I held off bathing her. For dinner, she got kibble and rice and chopped up baby carrots, and then in a supreme act of doggy decadence, I let her have the bottom of an ice-cream tub, which she kept her face buried in for a good 10 minutes. All dogs are the same, face inserted into tub, tub pushing blindly along the floor going bump, bump, bump. This morning her face is still a bit crusty, but again- I think she likes it. Then she got to go for a nice long walk, while we made up songs and teased her about her age- the big 1-0 is not far off now! I look at her still puppy-like face and wonder where the years have all gone. It hardly seems like she's changed.
So worky worky... Today, I have another long list of stuff to get done before I can cut out for 5 days at the cottage. Ahhh... should be wonderful! There are kayaks, a motor-boat and a canoe up there, and lake after lake after lake... Lots for a group of amigos to do and to enjoy, along with one big dopey dog who likes to tip the canoe. I expect to return late Sunday night, happily exhausted and tanned.
My lunch-time bike ride with Andrew confirms it- I'm my own worst enemy... turned to look at two women i thought I knew, and bit the asphalt as I rubbed against the curb I thought was a driveway and slammed down off my bike onto the sidewalk. "Hi ladies!" *SLAM!!!* Ugh. Absolutely classic. Returned to work with blood and scrapes down my knee and forearm... Aren't I just the young urban professional. I got to come in the doors limping past a senior account manager who gave me 'the look.'
That's it for me- couple meetings to go, and I'm gone 'til Monday-
