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Party Crashers

We took a walk with Yaza by the beach today. I didn’t take Sayid because last time he was overexcited and puked his whole breakfast, plus a lot of white foam. I’ll take shorter walks with him around the block to make it up to him. Yaza is such a young lady and she doesn’t get too hyper like that. Plus she needs some light exercises.

Yaza was scared shitless by some clowns and mickey mouse, donald duck and spongebob custom dudes. Some people recognized her breed (rare) and some pointed at her, played with her, told me how cute she was and such. Others were afraid of the “angry, murderer pit bull” that she is. Just your average walk with a Frenchie in Fortaleza.

After that we met Ricardo who’s a cool Pit Bull breeder starting into the Frenchies world. He’s very nice and totally well-meaning. We talked for a while (his frenchie did throw up) up till the point I realized that with two Frenchies and an English Bulldog, most of our “walk” was spent on the benches, sitting and talking. That right there is one of the main reasons why I LOVE this breed.

Later we came back to my place and went to meet Fabi who was at a game party on the mall next to my place. Yes, I live next to a mall. Yes, it is perfect. Yes, I do go there almost everyday. No, I do not know how I have ever survived prior to living next to a mall.

So, we went to the game thing and besides playing our asses off, getting way too many game tickets and even finding some abandoned tickets around, we were invited upstairs to help with the “food situation”. The food situation was: food > guests. Need I say more?

Tags: beach, dogs, food

Thinking

Get home at 2:30 am and not be noticed? Not when your dogs throw you such a party on your way in. I might just as well get here, slam the door and yell: “Honey, I’m home!”.

PS - It’s almost 3 am now and their party is at full speed.

Tags: dogs

Question

Why would anyone go to the beach with all the heat and sand, with a baby Golden Retriever, stay for more than four hours, with limited shadow and when the temperature is the highest?

I’m still waiting for the answer.

Tags: beach, dogs, dumb

I won’t like this Poop either

My mother hates to cook. She hates it so much that we have been ordering home-made food from this restaurant for the past two years now. It’s fairly good and not very expensive. Plus, she doesn’t want to tug at each and every hair of her head ever so often from being stressed out. Everybody wins.

Since it’s been raining on and off for the past month, which is absolutely unusual for a place like Fortaleza, the delivery guy likes to play a game which he likes to call “Will I Show Up Today”, but also known as “Do You Want to Die a Slow and Painful Death” by my mother, and to which I refer as “Please Don’t Ruin My Day By Breaking All Mother-Hell Loose”. You don’t wanna see the Mother-Hell, trust me.

So, when he started this Game of Joy, we decided we would be off the delivery food until all the rain has ceased. Which means, I have to help out and Cook My Butt Off so we don’t get to experience Mother-Hell, level 9.

Today, when I woke up so crappy after being bugged with a stomachache all night long and tossing everything that littered my bed sideways to lie down, I went to the kitchen and made a very yummy spaghetti sauce. Except I hadn’t played with my dogs properly yet. Except they were dying to get into my room all night. Except I left the door to my room opened. And except that the junk I threw last night wasn’t so much as junk, but more like “the contents of my purse”.

So, the results of all those exceptions are that we’ll have a few surprise cheques for the next few days years because they ate all my receipts and I have no idea what was on them. I expect things to be, ahem, real BOUNCY from now on.

Tags: cooking, dog food, dogs, family, food delivery, frenchies, mother, poop

Thinking

I love the look in my dog’s eyes when I’m feeding him something he’s not supposed to have, like half an omelette and a grape.

But the Omelette and Grape Poop, no, not as pleasant.

Tags: dog food, dogs, poop