Maggie & Scout


proud to be Canadian!

dude, I'm 11 and just hiked for 3 hours - this is as much enthusiasm as I can do

they better win - look at all the trouble I went to - YOU try putting a hoodie on with no opposable thumbs!!

GANGSTA Scout!

taking a leap of faith here …

One of my favourite daily reads, Heather Hunter of “This Fish Needs a Bicycle” fame wrote this post about this post.  Quite something, no?

I was then reminded of a post of my own from 2 years or so ago.

The last year or so has been rather, for lack of a better word, tumultuous for me.  The on-again/off-again cycle ended rather dramatically with me winding up with a new puppy.  Have I mentioned that it was on the eve of my starting a new career?? And on that front, I have survived aggressive internal sabotage and come out on top. Not to mention the wee company I work for surviving the topsy-turvy world of the stock market. We are still here –  yeah us!

More recently my mother’s illness pretty much consumed my emotional resources and most of my time and energy.  But if I can take anything positive away from that experience, and I like to think that there is A LOT of things positive to be taken away from it, then it is this: do not wait for things to happen.

So in taking a page from Ms. Hunter, here’s an updated version of that post I wrote VERY tongue in cheek two years ago, though this time not so tongue in cheek.

To:  Potential Suitor(s)

From:  Me

Me, a single, 39 41 year old never been married and doesn’t want kids EVER woman, who may or may not have some serious control issues.  I live alone with quite possibly the world’s cutest and best golden retriever named Maggie, though she does have a somewhat irritating habit of throwing up randomly, and oftentimes on the bed, and she thinks that rolling in dead stuff is pretty much the best. thing. ever. Our new addition, Scout, is equally adorable in a rough-and-tumble kind of way, absolutely one of a kind. They take priority over EVERYTHING.  And there is no arguing that point, so don’t bother.  I maintain that I am a morning person, but don’t bother talking to me for the first 2 or 3 hours of the morning because I will not respond in a caring and positive manner (sadly, still very, very true).  You have been warned.  Food and I have an interesting relationship and there is rarely anything other than condiments in my fridge at any given moment (I Have changed a bit in that regard and try to maintain a somewhat stocked fridge.  Oh, hell, who am I kidding – even the condiments are not a sure bet!!).  Except for the $30 worth of olives from the WholeFoods olive bar (check!), or the 3 bottles of wine (and double check!)– I love to cook and am really, really good at it, but I also have to completely rationalize each and every morsel that goes into my mouth, hence the complicated relationship.  (Therapy has been wonderful) Again, you have been warned. For obvious reasons the section about meeting my mother and her eagerness to plan a wedding  is now no longer relevant.  That said, my father is indeed a lovely, wonderful man and is very direct with his questions.  Do not be afraid.  If you read more than the sports section, enjoy good beer, wine and whiskey (and bring same with you) and golf, you are pretty much a sure thing. Oh, but I do have fabulous hair (blond now, not brown) and shoes for every occasion imaginable, and even some for the non-imaginable (the collection has diminished, see Scout, above), and I have been told that I am fun at parties, though I don’t know if this is a good thing or if it is because I can do some incredibly stupid but apparently amusing things, but whatever, and? I can totally teach you the Hustle in under 5 minutes and am the undisputed champ of useless 80’s movie and music trivia.

If this sounds at all appealing …  (good therapist was found – maybe I should ask for a refund??) applications are currently being accepted.

Cheers!

I am making an effort to find something POSITIVE in this weird and wacky March we are having in Vancouver – at least it LOOKS pretty!!  These were taken by a friend on a walk after work with the mutts last week.

Happy Friday!

what?
what?
good GOD but I'm pretty!
good GOD but I’m pretty!

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I was walking the girls yesterday afternoon at the park across the way and they both wandered on over to a picnic table to “clean up” after some messy eaters – there was rice or something all over it
 
whatever, I thought, it’s just food
 
but when I got over to the table myself to collect the mutts I saw that in addition to the food there was a pack of wooden matches, a vial of herb and a funny-looking leather case, kinda like a pencil case but slimmer
 
yeah, it was some dude’s weed and other assorted drug paraphernalia
 
two kids came out of the restroom within a minute or so and were all like “that’s our stuff, get your dogs away from it”
 
dude, it’s 3:30 on a Sunday afternoon and you left your drug crap out in the open

what is wrong with people??? last week it was bored suburban white kids hucking empty beer kegs over the dam and this week it’s kids of the same ilk leaving their dope out in the open and giving my dogs a hard time for taking a sniff

last I checked I didn’t live in Surrey …

CAVEAT:  I am NOT a crazy cat-lady.  For real.  What I am is extremely lucky to have a team of wonderful dog walkers, Micki & Adam, who not only take the mutts on fabulous adventure hikes but who also bake them birthday cakes.  Organic carrot and carob birthday cakes with cream cheese frosting no less!  Here are some shots of last night’s festivities …

 

well if you're not interested in the cake, says Scout ...

well if you're not interested in the cake, says Scout ...

paws off, little one, it's MINE!

paws off, little one, it's MINE!

mine, MINE I say!

focused ....

such a lady

such a lady

must. get. frosting.

must. get. frosting.

more?

more?

really?  that's it??

YUMMY!!

10 years old and still leaving the young ones in her wake!

10 years old and still leaving the young ones in her wake!

Have a Safe & Happy New Year!

Have a Safe & Happy New Year!