Is it me

or is our apartment prepping for a visitor this weekend? New pillows, a new lamp, fragrant smells of homemade meals...

I hope it's that one dude from two months ago with the glasses. I think he was here with Jay. He was cute. Good hands, too.

Rough day

That's what I get for trying to meet new friends. I dragged Bee to a new dog run today at Thompson Square Park. Things were going fine until I tried to steal a ball from an older, bigger, more aggressive dog. All of a sudden, I broke a nail. Big time.

There was blood. Bee freaked, but I shook it off. All I wanted was that tennis ball. And I came close to getting it until that Kujo mutha effer attacked me.

Bee gave me the spa treatment in an attempt to cheer me up, and wrapped yet another bandage on my paw. I mean, really: between the cone, and last year's injury, people are going to start thinking I live in a broken home.

Hibernation

I haven't seen any of my boyfriends. That's because no one stays out long enough to socialize. Damn New York. Why do we live here?

We only go to get the paper.


And get on the train.


We don't even stay out long enough to get coffee.

17 degrees

Damn it's cold! Had to bust out the parka for the nighttime walk.

We had

a visitor! A male visitor!

Relax, it was only Jay's little brother. Still , a man in this apartment is headline news nonetheless.

In fact, I got so excited that I had my first accident in the apartment. In a matter of five minutes, I made puddles in the kitchen and on the couch.

Shoot. No wonder Bee can't seem to convince a man to come to out apartment.

I feel like

it's not even January. I'm not feeling like there's been some big new start or refreshing of our daily routine. We go out in the morning, walk around and come back, then I sleep for about eight hours. Then we walk again and come back.

I even eat the same food.

Bee does (and eat) the same thing. Same workout, same clothes, same food for breakfast and dinner. Not much more happy than she was in 2008.

Where's our big "new year new you"? I'm not feeling much inspired.

Maybe we need wine. Or cookies. Or both. But we swore them both off for 2009.
Dammit, are we destined to be the same ol' us all year?

New friends

Who I met at the airport last night:

--a pilot for American Airlines, who sat in seat 6B on the flight from Grand Rapids to Chicago. 23 years with the airline and "less than one emergency situation a year," he said. He was 6 foot 2, and my Sherpa bag took up half of his leg room. To him, I say thanks for sharing.

--a young member of the Navy from South Carolina. Petted me for ten minutes at Ohare's Gate K13.

--a couple who owned two pugs who rubbed my tummy at Gate K13.

--a guy on his laptop who rubbed my belly at Gate K13.

--a young college kid listening to his iPod who rubbed me at Gate K13

--a two year old with a head full of barrettes, her mother and father at Gate K13

--a doctor and medical consultant sitting in row 8 who carried me from the plane out to the terminal at Newark Airport once we landed, and then waited with Bee at baggage claim to help her retrieve her suitcase. And--wait for it!--he gave Bee his card.

Unlike the other fly-by-night travelers, we just might see him again...

2009

It's a new year. I can't necessarily say it will be a new me.
I mean, why should I have to change? I don't pee or poop in the apartment anymore. I come when called. I sit and lie down on command. I'm kind and friendly to our neighbors and their dogs.

Oh, I guess this little hairy one above would disagree with that. See her hiding from me under Bee's bed...



Fine, I resolve to be more friendly to That Lesbian Trinity in 2009.......
Oh, for pete's sake, FINE! The first step would be referring to her only by her name, not including the homosexual nomenclature. Ok! Ok! You've got me!