We can’t handle the pain anymore. We’ve been taking walks around our neighborhood every evening before dinner, and every time we get ready to walk out the door, we’re both thinking, “You know what would make this walk even better? A dog.” I think it was Napoleon that made us decide to get really serious about this possibility.
Just one problem. Our wonderful landlords just aren’t too keen on the idea of a dog tumbling around on the hardwood floors of our second-story apartment. And we LOVE our place so we’re not planning to move any time soon.
BUT. We think we might be able to convince them. They love us. And we can be pretty persuasive. They’re OK with cats, so we figure if we can find a small, quiet, well-behaved dog we just might be able to make this work! Can’t be too hard, right? Right?!
Now, I’m admittedly more of a big dog person, but I think I might be willing to convert for any one of those adorable pups above. So what do you guys think? Frenchie, Basset, or Pug? (We love Corgis too but they have sonic barks. And I couldn’t not include that picture of Teddy. Adorable.)
- Jessica
to my best friend and the only person I could stand to share a blog with.
I love you.
J
I’m not feeling too great, so I’m drinking lots of OJ and getting lots of rest. I’m sure Curt can keep y’all entertained for the next day or two while I recuperate.
- Jessica
P.S. Are there ice cubes in that orange juice? Who does that?
On a somber note. My grandmother passed away this morning at the age of 84. Cancer consumed most of her body and she slipped away in her sleep. She wasn’t your typical grandma. She was a fashionable and sophisticated woman that loved nature, archaeology, and the desert among many other things. Her homes have always been filled with artifacts, artworks, and pets. Growing up I would always watch The Gods Must be Crazy on VHS at her home – it was the only “kid” video she had. It was a comedic satire about a remote African tribe that happens upon a glass coke bottle and the trouble it causes among tribe as individuals grapple for time with the magical gift from the gods. You know, regular kids stuff. We plan to spread her ashes in the high desert near Joshua Tree at my grandparents’ “Highnoon Ranch” later this month.
- Curt
My grandma Vada is the blonde 8ish year old playing with her childhood friend Wilma in the photo above taken in the early 1930s.
Here in sunny Los Angeles, I don’t think we’ll have to worry about those extra six weeks of winter. Which is a good thing, because I get really cranky when it’s cold.
- Jessica
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