Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Where were you when the earth moved?

I gotta tell ya, I wasn't all that disturbed by yesterday's earthquake. I thought dogs were suppose to be sensitive to these kinds of things, but I didn't notice. In fact, if the artist and the photographer hadn't been talking about it, I wouldn't have known it even happened.

Picture this:
We are in the second story of a really old three story building that was built in 1885 and snuggles into the side of a hill. The artist is sitting at her computer and the photographer is sitting at his computer. They are side by side, each engrossed in their respective projects when the artist looks up and says "Are we moving?"

The photographer looks over at her and says "Well, I guess we are. It must be an earthquake."

They went back to work, and three minutes later the radio announced that an earthquake had hit the east coast. That was big deal.

I think it should have been a big deal. In fact, I think we should have celebrated Mother Nature giving us a (gentle) nudge and we survived.

Make a note, living through an earthquake, any earthquake, is a reason to celebrate life! In fact, I think a round of treats were in order. Make mine a big ole' juicy bone.


Sunday, August 14, 2011



Today I discovered birthdays.

Now, I have known about *age* because I hear my vet talking about it every time I visit. If I remember correctly, I am five years old.

What I didn't know that in order to have an *age* you get to have a birthday AND sometimes when you have a birthday (especially if you are cute like the grand kids), you get to have a birthday party. What a wonderful concept!

Today is the birthday of a very special person. The photographer's father (aka Dad) is celebrating his (are you ready for this) ninety-first birthday. Do you have any idea how old that is in dog years?

So what I am wondering is -
When is my birthday?


Where is my party? (I'm cute enough, right?)


PS: When I grow up, I want to be as old as Dad.