Entries Tagged as 'Her Puppiness'

Queen of hangers

I am sorry to inform those aspiring to the position, including myself, that the position is now taken. Ms. Flori is now officially appointed as queen of hangers. She is continuing to do a great job at tangling-untangling wires. All is well in clean-land, except for the dogs, who are messy but cute.

PS spring is here. I can tell, because my nose started jogging. (Before asking me if I started leading a healthier life, please remember I am allergic, so I am basically talking about a running nose. OK.)

PPS I am an “uncle”. My “niece” is Petra and an Aries. Like all those she is a bit pushy and rushed into this world a week earlier than scheduled. But all are fine. Hope to see both girls today.

All dogs must fall

Snowing in the sunshine is fabulous. It is! Only I was not fully enjoying it as while this phenomenon was resplendenting over Bucharest I was hurriedly headed back home, one dog in my arms, the dog leash around my waist and the other dog sort of understanding the situation was following/leading in an erratic manner. In brief, the small dog fell into the lake. So I had to pull her out, wrap her in the Calvin Klein jacket and carry her home , which I did, cursing in my mind and between my teeth. All dogs must fall into the water, but can we please choose a summer month, thank you very much?! Can we please not do it when I am sick? Can we just enjoy the weather? No pictures, no tweets, no nothing, there was no time. Oh, my arms hurt so much. It?s like going to the gym without going to the gym.

The dog who ate the magnet

She was trying to be Magnetic Dog. Although she might’ve just chewed on the thing and now it’s gone.

Pictures I took

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Big-Foot

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Options

Garbage, retriever, acrobat, circus, attack. Dog. The life of the dog lies ahead like an open book waiting to be written. Although the author might have some predilection for “garbage dog”, we’ll see.

Imaginary dialogue in the park

“Excuse me, are you cleaning that up?”

“Excuse me, the dog is pissing. When you go behind that tree, how do you clean that up?”

All the looney cases aside, I enjoy walking rollerblading the dog in the park. There are a lot of sweet granny types, adorably innocent little ones and oh, let’s not forget, on a totally different note: the hunks.

Today

Doll, I’m fine.

The dog has put me to the ground today. We were rollerblading in the park. My foot hurts now. It didn’t then. Anyways.

I got a mohawk haircut. A bit tilted. But it’s fun. It’s supposed to be that way. Fun, and tilted.

“What has inspired you to do that?”, he asked. “Not having to see clients”, I replied promptly. “I do FTP these days.”

The other absolutely extraordinary piece of news is that Parov Stelar has messaged me on Twitter, suggesting junodownload.com, when I have complained that his album is not available on iTunes Romania. So, here I am at 3 in the morning, listening to that, his latest release, Coco. After the call from the bank checking the validity of the internet card transaction. Pretty amazing stuff. Pretty good release!

Let me post a picture of the un-named one ;)

It’s been such a day. Move that to the left. No, too much, more to the right. Make that bold. Can we have it regular? I think it should be easier to spot that bit, maybe turn it into bold font, what do you think? kinda manoovering… but I’m smiling. I know the client. I know the material.

My dog

Dog’s rules

There is nothing better than those things you can grab in the park: water tastes better, delicious food lies everywhere just waiting to be licked, chewed or plainly swallowed.

All dogs showing interest in me should be ignored. Subsequently I will in turn show interest only to those initially not taking any interest in my canine person.

It’s interesting if it (still) moves.

Shit is good only if it’s quality shit.

A dog’s leash length

As a world premiere, at today’s dog walk, I was leading by a dog’s leash length. Rollerblading.

I think I have counted about a dozen “aww, poor dog”. As I kept rollerblading.

Tonight I expect to hear the thunder storm only.

Deaf dog forges new dating vision

“Oh, what a cute doggie! How old is it?”

“I can tell you by phone.”

Having this dogĀ  makes getting a number such a piece of cake! Although it’s mostly from bellied middle aged men, otherwise cranky old ladies or very young anyways too young kids in the park.