A couple months ago, we noticed a tumor on Red’s lip. It wasn’t very large–maybe the size of a small lima bean, but as we watched it, it kept getting larger and larger with each passing week. We decided that it was best to get it removed since it was in an area that might eventually start to bother him. After talking to our current vet, the price he quoted us was ridiculously high. I know that procedures, especially for pets can be pricey, but this seemed as though he had marked it up quite a bit since the last time we had a similar procedure done.
The good news is that as a result, we ended up finding a new vet (the Park Slope Veterinary Center) –one that is only a few blocks away. Not only this, but our new vet is so sweet and her love of animals just seeps out of her pores. Seriously–I love this woman! And what made me even more comfortable in our decision was when we brought him in for his second check-up, she came into the exam room and Red just started nuzzling her immediately. She fell down to her knees and started hugging him back. few weeks ago, poor Red had to have surgery. That’s the kind of vet I want for my dogs…someone who will love them as much as I do!
So, a few weeks ago, Red went under the knife. She actually found a second larger tumor on his back ankle and we went ahead and had that one removed, too. We received the news that both tumors were benign and our boy is cancer free, yay! But that didn’t stop him from giving us these pathetic looks for the whole week.
The second he got home, he curled up on his bed with his favorite ball…
Having a small dog like Bebop is such a different world than when I had Luna. If Bebop starts to growl at another dog, all I have to do is pick her up by the scruff and yell at her. With Luna, it was a battle of who was stronger each time–and IF I won, it was just barely.
Similarly, Bebop can come on almost any trip with me. She travels easily and she loves hotels–she makes friends with all of the maids and hotel staff everywhere we go. Mostly because they know to give her treats. The only downside is that she is like having a child on vacation. She is so excited to be somewhere other than home that her sleep schedule gets all out of whack. She likes to wake up at the crack of dawn and look out the window, bugging me to wake up too so we can go for a walk and smell all the new smells the city has to offer. If she wasn’t so darn cute, it would be really, really annoying.
These photos were taken with the Hasselblad at approximately 6am. If they’re not quite focused, it’s because my EYES WERE NOT FOCUSING THAT EARLY IN THE MORNING!
Bebop and I nestled in to take our holiday photos for Christmas cards this year. This was literally the ONLY photo that turned out. And it wasn’t all Bebop’s fault, either. I mean, yes, some of them, she was making a weird face with her ears back. Or she would lick my ear right as the shutter clicked. But half of the fault is my own–I kept making this stupid pirate eye with one eye squinted smaller than the other. Two lessons learned here: 1) I should stay behind the camera, not in front. 2) My dog is not a child…I should stop treating her as such.
Well, the latter is more of a reminder than a lesson learned. A reminder I have to tell myself daily.
No matter how often I wipe down those eyes of hers…they remain gross and crusty and have a faint reddish hue. As if she hit the sauce a bit too hard the night before and is paying for it in saggy, baggy, crusty eyes.
It’s ok, Bebop. All us ladies have been there. Maybe I should slice some cucumbers and the two of us can have a spa day. I’ll paint your toenails if you paint mine.
…they start photographing their dogs on really classy backdrops from Drop It Modern.
Bebop had absolutely no idea WHAT was going on. Eventually she calmed down, but those first few minutes involved me catching her mid-leap off of the box.
Red on the other hand was a natural. He just plopped down and I couldn’t get him to stand up even after the shoot was over.
It was a rainy day today. The kind of rainy day that is so effing beautiful and glorious after a ridiculously humid, hot summer. The kind of rainy day that results in the heat and humidity lifting and bringing in a fantastic 70 degrees with it. After weeks of sweating my non-existent balls off, this cool, rainy day where I sat in my apartment with the windows and balcony doors open was VERY welcomed.
I had a meeting at Red Horse Café this morning. I put on my galoshes, grabbed my umbrella and headed out for the 12 block walk to the gallery. And I didn’t complain one bit that the rain messed up my hair or that the edge of my pants were a little dirty from mud or that my purse got drizzled on—because it was cool. And that makes all the difference between me turning into a raving, ranting lunatic and a calm, collected adult.
So—I’m walking. In the rain. Some might even say I have a bounce to my step. And about half a block in front of me is a man walking his dog…a beautiful Huskie type of dog. It’s morning…but it’s not that early in the morning. Maybe 10:30 or 11am. And as I get closer, I see the man is bent over doing something in the passenger side of his car. And as I take even a few more steps closer, I notice that he’s wearing those mesh sporty short things—you know the ones I’m talking about. A lot of jocks wear them….they look like basketball shorts. Only, as he’s bent over, his ENTIRE ASS is sticking out.
Now, as a girl who wears a lot of low-rise jeans, I’ve had my share of experiences where I’m sitting and I don’t realize that the top of my crack is showing. I think most people can empathize with that. But I have NEVER had my entire ass hanging out IN THE RAIN and not realized it. His butt literally has rain droplets covering it. HOW CAN HE NOT REALIZE HE IS FLASHING ALL OF PARK SLOPE RIGHT NOW?
So I’m staring. Because, to be honest, I’m not so good at NOT staring at things like this that catch my eye. And he looks over his shoulder at me while cleaning God knows what out of his car, and catches me staring.
And he starts to stand up. Silly me, I think that they probably just slipped down while he bent over and as he stands, CERTAINLY he’ll pull them up, knowing now that I’m walking in his direction. But no. He stands up and makes no effort to adjust—and the simple act of standing doesn’t help the situation either. If anything, the shorts slide down even MORE. And I’m so baffled by what I’m looking at that I notice my jaw hanging slightly open.
The stranger smiles and gives a little head nod toward me. “You like what you see?” He asks all cheeky…like he was the most dapper of dans within some high class lounge.
And I’m all: “Are you seriously hitting on me with your ASS hanging out in the rain?” He doesn’t say anything at first and just as I’m about to walk away, his dog goes over to him and starts licking the water off of his butt.
Let me just say, I AM SO GLAD I STUCK AROUND THOSE EXTRA TWO SECONDS TO WITNESS THIS.
He nearly jumped out of his skin, like realizing for the first time that I wasn’t just speaking in some sort of riddle. That his ass was actually hanging ENTIRELY out of his pants.
It may be the strangest thing I’ve ever seen…I still don’t entirely understand what happened there.
Sean watches Luna for me when I go out of town. She’s a pain in the ass 90% of the time–but the other 10%, she loves to cuddle as shown.
For the record, two seconds after this photo was snapped, Luna jumped up, her head colliding with Sean’s cheek. If he wasn’t doing me such a huge favor, I probably would have laughed. But I held it in…cause I’m nice like that.
I suck at double tasking, in case you haven’t realized.
The move went really smoothly…more smooth than I think either of us could have imagined. We did not pay movers this time which was probably the smartest decision I’ve ever made in my life. Last year when I moved, I did hire movers. And they were hungover. Asking if the brownies I had put out were “special” brownies…when I said no, they did little to mask their disappointment. They stole my bottle of tequila leftover from my birthday party. Broke more of my things than anyone could imagine (furniture…they broke furniture. Do you know how hard it is to break furniture??) and overcharged my by hundreds of dollars from the original quote I was given. The only thing broken this time around was a picture frame–which Red stepped on the day after the move.
So, anyway, this move was so, so much better. Sean and I did several trips with boxes the week before the move. The day of, my friends Emily, DC and Jeff came over in the morning and pretty much jumped right in bringing stuff down to the moving truck. Emily and I finished packing up boxes while the men grunted and lifted and threw their backs out. We also entertained the dogs so they didn’t freak out too much…not that that did a whole lot of good. After the truck was packed, the guys went over to the new apartment to unload (since the truck could only take 3 people anyway) and Emily and I stayed at the old place and cleaned. We ate greasy Chinese food and toasted with ginger ale to leaving BedStuy FOREVER.
2009 is already off to a better start…
Luna is pouting in this photo.
I just yelled at her for bouncing around too loudly. Before you, dear Internet, send me hate mail about how horrible a dog mom I am for not allowing Luna to play, let me explain. She thoroughly enjoys chewing on her brother, Red’s neck. And while I totally don’t mind them playing, there are times throughout the day (specifically early in the morning, before I’ve had my coffee) that it just isn’t as acceptable. Their jumping and growling prancing and dancing about can become really noisy and at 7:30AM, it’s a lot to handle. And if it’s a lot to handle for me, her owner who loves her dearly…then I KNOW it’s a lot to handle for the poor girl living below me.
So…I yelled at Luna (and not Red) because she is always the one who initiates it. And her ears went back, looking up at me with watery puppy eyes. She slowly climbed onto the couch and sighed a big puppy sigh and ignored me for the rest of the morning.
And what a blissful morning that was.