Yay! Snow!

The storm has started out here in good ol’ Jersey… We’re supposed to get 3″ to 5″ of snow…   I love the snow for two reasons… It covers the dog crap left on the streets by lame-ass, lazy neighbors, and Brianna and Fletcher are so cute, playing in the snow.  I took this pic mere minutes ago outside of my northside window.

This pic is too funny because Fletcher looks so HUGE next to Brianna.  Truth is, Brianna is twice his size.

And this pic is so frickin’ adorable… She’s a lovable terror, but she’s so cute… and she knows it too.

I love Christmastime…

Happy Birthday, my sweet little man

He probably doesn’t even know it, but my baby boy, Fletcher, turns a whopping TWO YEARS OLD today…  He’s now a teenager, so I guess I should be expecting pimples, zits and all the fun stuff that comes with puberty, huh?

The sweetypie slept next to me all night… and I woke up at 5:30am and he was SPOONING me!  Seriously.  I felt his paw on my side and his nose at the small of my back (I won’t talk about where his dog penis was, cuz that’s just gross).

I rolled over and gave him a smooch on his muzzle and went back to bed.

 When I woke at 9am, he was down by my feet. 

Happy birthday, Fletcher Christian… I know you don’t read my blog, but maybe one day I’ll share the URL with you… if you’re lucky.

Now Fletcher has it…

Brianna’s ploppies have totally firmed up and now she craps. But now Fletcher’s peeing out of his butthole. 

Fletcher woke me up around 8:45am this morning, jumping off the bed in a hurry.  I had no idea what his problem was until 9:15am when I walked downstairs to take them for a walk. 

In my foyer was not only a HUGE honking pile of crap (thankfully, he pooped on a Chinese menu that some delivery guy slipped under my door), but also a puddle of vomit.  Not exactly what I wanted to see early this morning.

And when we went for our walk, my poor baby crouched and dribbled out some yellowish diarrhea.

I gave him the same meds I gave to Brianna… I hope he gets over it quickly.  I’m tired of emergency poop trips outside.

Psssst.. “dog”

Thanks to Gentleman’s Canine Society for tipping me off that Cesar Millan a.k.a. “The Dog Whisperer” will be in New Jersey on Sunday. 

And guess who’s got tickets? 

 Yep!  Moi!

How dorky is that?

Puppays!

I guess it’s official…

I’m a dog person. I can’t wait to see this movie…

Fletcher Christian

I worry about Fletcher.

For the last year, he has really become the greatest companion I’ve ever had… He’s totally sweet, very loyal, and so incredibly smart. He and I have really bonded in so many ways, and it’s amazing that the puppy that once drove me bonkers has grown up to be such an amazing part of my life.

When I adopted Brianna, I thought she would help keep him company while I was away, that they could play all day and really be a great team.

In a lot of ways, that’s happened… the two of them are inseparable, sometimes sleeping together in a tight bundle.

Lately though, he’s become rather subdued and when Brianna is playing with him, jumping on top of him, biting his neck, he often looks up at me with doe-eyes, almost saying, “Why did you have to disrupt our family unit by adding her to the mix?”

When I put Brianna into her crate and Fletcher and I have time alone to lay down on the couch and watch TV, I could tell that he relishes that… He’ll come up to me and snuggle alongside my chest, and occasionally lick my face. And it’s times like those that make me miss when it was just the two of us.

I don’t really regret adopting Brianna… she’s a sweetheart, even though she still pees inside the house and eats her own crap (needless to say, I don’t let her lick me), but the dynamic isn’t the same anymore.

One day when she gets older and calms down, I think our family unit is going to be great… but for right now, I really worry about Fletcher. I really really do.

Fletcher has a sister…

Tonight, Daryl and I went to the mall…
mainly to buy him clothes for his new job.

He came home with three shirts and a pair of jeans…

I came home with a puppy…

Say hello to Fletcher Christian’s baby sister, Brianna Corrigan. She’s a three month old Australian Cattle Dog (for you movie buffs, she’s the same breed as the dog in The Road Warrior)…

As I was driving her home, I guess the car ride was a little nutty for her so she threw up quite a few times… LOTS of puppy food all over the front seat. Not exactly a good smell.

And I was worried that as soon as I got her home, she and Fletcher wouldn’t get along well, and at first, Fletcher was freaked out by her.

So he and I went for a walk… and we talked and played outside for a little while… alone… while she ran amok in my kitchen.

But when he and I returned to my loft, Brianna was waiting…
and she pounced on him immediately.

… and then after that, the two of them got along famously…

 

I kinda hope Fletcher doesn’t feel unloved, like some puppies do when you bring home a new addition to the family. But so far, he’s been coping pretty well.

… so I guess we’ll see how they grow up together, won’t we?

For the love of a dog

People who know me kinda know how much I love my puppy, Fletcher Christian. He’s the cutest little guy in the world. He’s totally adorable and totally knows it.

This is Fletch showing his fangs…

… trying hard not to look cute…

… on the stairs…

… with Daryl’s puppy, Dawn Wiener…

… and yes, I was bored last night.

A Dream

Today’s Outlook for
Sunday February 25, 2007
Yesterday | TODAY | Tomorrow

As we inch closer to the Saturn-Neptune opposition next week, we can feel reality pushing against our dreams. Today as beautiful Venus (all fired up in Aries) forms tense aspects with serious Saturn and intuitive Neptune, we may confront issues of disappointment in love or financial matters. The smart Gemini Moon gives us the ability to think quickly on our feet. Meanwhile, we anticipate unique solutions as assertive Mars enters inventive Aquarius.

I normally don’t remember my dreams. But last night, I had one that was very short yet very vivid.  I would have forgotten it if I hadn’t gotten that horoscope today…

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Pulling my key out of my jeans pocket, I hesitantly opened the door to my loft.  I had remembered that when I had left, I didn’t limit Fletcher to the hallway with the babygate like I usually did when I left him alone.  Instead, I trusted him and let him run free.

As the light from the building hallway spilled into my entranceway, I found Fletcher… with a piece of shredded paper in his mouth.

He jumped on me, as if to give me the paper, and I grabbed it and looked it over.  Thank God it was only a circular, I thought as I turned on the light and closed the door behind me.

And when I did, my loft was a complete mess.  He had gotten in my filing cabinets and ripped apart my files.  He had gotten into my sink and threw all the dishes and glasses on the floor.  He had gotten into my closet and ripped apart all my clothes and shoes.

I looked down at him, standing on the broken glass in my kitchen, and his ears went back… and he slunk away.

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I wonder how dream interpreters would interpret that.

For the love of… another dog?

Meet Zoomer. She’s a chihuahua who’s only one or two months old… and I’m thinking of adopting her.

I know, I know…

I already have Fletcher Christian, the brute… and Zoomer is a “gay dog” [Ed. note: "gay dog" usually refers to small, lap dogs, like chihuahuas, mini dachsunds, pomeranians... otherwise known as "yip dogs"]. And Fletcher is a brute… a big, strong corgi who has the mind of a bully, but the emotions of a sweetheart… like his papa.

So, Gitsie has a friend who has to put up her two dogs for adoption… Zoomer and his mom, Holly, who is only nine months old (talk about starting YOUNG!)… and she has to give them away since she’s moving into a building that doesn’t allow pets.

So my plan is to take both puppies, and give Holly to my sister and her four children, and I keep Zoomer. That way, they can see each other on family occasions.

We’ll find out tomorrow if she wants a puppy for her kids…

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Speaking of Fletcher… two Saturdays ago, he had a playdate with three other corgis. How gay is that?  Even though they were all almost exactly the same age, he was the smallest one (that’s him on the couch to the right) and the cutest.

Like any proud papa, I beamed when everyone commented that Fletcher had the shiniest hair (I groom him constantly), wasn’t overweight (he eats a very rigid and controlled raw meat diet), and was completely and totally adorable.  If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were talking about me.  LOL… if only.

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It’s funny, I have so much to talk about, but no impulse to write about it.  I feel tapped and spent… and I don’t feel like I said anything.

Who knows, maybe I’ll get my second wind and talk about:

1. two potential Valentine’s dates
2. divorcing my therapist… FINALLY
3. the fact that my two best friends, Daryl and Gitsie, and I haven’t hung out in ages… and I haven’t seen my other best friend, STEVE!!!, in even longer.
4. about all the wild, crazy sex I’ve been having (I wish).

Or maybe not.

Ruff ruff… Bow wow… Dogster scares me!

I enrolled Fletcher into Dogster as a lark. It’s kinda like a Friendster for dogs. But I didn’t know what I was getting into. Thinking it was a silly site where dog owners can put their dog up on it and that’d be that, I entered in Fletcher’s traits, likes/dislikes, etc. I had fun with the answers… Didn’t spend much time on them at all.

Within minutes, my email box started *chhhhkn* signifying that there was new mail. It was a “Puppy Request” from another corgi.

“Awww, how cute,” I said to Fletcher, as I rubbed his back. “You have a friend.”

And then the friend invites kept streaming in… and I kept accepting them. Almost 30 in all before I logged off.

Then the emails came in… One was from a corgi in my neighborhood. Apparently, she had seen Fletch and she thinks he’s “really rad.”

Another was from another Corgi named “Charlie” who lived across town from me, but his “daddy” had been to my building and saw Fletch being walked by “his daddy.”

And more emails written in “puppy-speak”… Some said “Ruff!” while others said “Bow wow”.

Kinda freaked me out a bit.

Then I was asked to join a “Corgi Group” and I accepted and went to the message boards. I saw one titled “Spaying and Neutering” and the dogs in there were posting about their scars, how it didn’t hurt, how they kept licking their stitches but their mommies and daddies went to the store and bought “Lick-Stop” to stop them from getting too close to the surgery wounds. One wrote a harrowing account of wearing the e-collar (otherwise known as the “lampshade”) and how it really scared him for two weeks because he didn’t know where he was or why he was being punished. And one talked about how he’s too scared to get snipped because he thinks it will change him, and he doesn’t want to turn into a “zombie puppy”.

It was all written by the dogs themselves in their doggie dialect. It wasn’t cute… It was frightening.

I almost want to put a Puppy-proof lock on the computer so Fletcher doesn’t go posting up naked pics of himself or starts chatting with any of those bitches across town. And I’m thinking of blocking that freaky-ass website.

He’s too good for that.

Diarrhea

Yep. Streaming out of my puppy is diarrhea. Nasty, brown and yucky… and the consistency of pudding. Yum.

Today, Fletcher and I got up around 8:30am… Since he ate ALL of his food last night before he went to bed, I knew he was gonna have to crap.

Not even five minutes outside of my loft, he crouches like a cuttlefish and unleashes a nasty, huge, dark green turd. I picked up his bizness and walked it to the garbage can… And a mere ten to fifteen minutes once we got back inside, the little shit took a dump on the floor… this time, it was diarrhea. Like eeew.

He never craps inside, but I guess he really had to go… and yuck.

Well, I wish I had a camera. I would have taken a pic of it for y’all to see. Cleaning it up was fun… If you want, I can describe that in detail.

It’s almost over…

.Tomorrow morning, I board a plane back home. Kinda excited to be back in my comfortable home, but I’m kinda liking being a stranger in a strangeland… I like the new faces I see, the news places I visit, the new cultures I experience.

If there’s one thing I can say about this trip, it’s that it’s given me a new view on life and what’s important and what isn’t.

For example, I miss my puppy. He was always a sweetheart but I never realized just how much I love that bugger. I can’t wait to see him.

This was also the first long trip (barring most work trips) that I didn’t go with Daryl. And not only that, we didn’t talk 20 times a day like we normally do. In fact, I haven’t spoken to him since Thursday when I left. That’s the longest I’ve ever gone without talking to him… ever.

I also got back to my roots as a wide-eyed kid again. I’ve been so jaded with things lately… Nothing surprises me or gives me a sense of wonder. And things that would normally excite someone rarely gives me pause.

But this weekend, as I entered a new country… a new land… and a new set of circumstances (being with people I’ve never met for extended periods of time, being alone in a foreign country, etc.)… and I have emerged with a sort of excitement and a refreshing new outlook on things.

I sit here, in my friend’s apartment (he’s also the manager of my artist) typing on my laptop while he reads off comments that fans have sent to him. As much as I like it here, I’m ready to get back to my rough and tumble life.

By 2pm EST on Monday, I’ll be back home. I can’t say I’ll be changed because I know I won’t… but I’ll be leaving this country with a part of my heart in it. Berlin was beautiful… Brussels was amazing. As corny as it sounds, the people I met and the places I saw were unforgettable. Perhaps going alone was a blessing, and not the curse I thought it would be.

Watching my artist headline to a couple thousand people, most of whom knew every word to every song, was incredible. And the fact that it was in Belgium with not a single familiar face (save for my friend Pedro who came to hang out with me from Antwerp), it was exciting… and an incredible bloodrush.

Anyway, I’m babbling now. So, next time you hear from me, I’ll be back home… in the U.S. And back to my real life… no longer a stranger in a strange land… with familiar faces all around me. And it’ll be a welcome thing… it really really will.

Me for the next four days

.Leaving today:On a:

to
for Friday all day to sightsee and have fun…

Then Saturday morning, it’s off to:
for a music festival to see my artist:
as the headlining band.

Then Sunday morning, it’s back to:
For my last night before returning on Monday morning to:
and:

Have a great weekend, everyone!
Pics coming soon!!

xoxo