Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Goal for today: Drink More Coffee.

Crazy Aunt Purl has a post about going dramatically crazy regarding products that may be available in Canada, but NOT in, say, America, and it's not like I would know anything about this since Titan's muscle-and-joint supplement is not available in America anymore EITHER, and really, wouldn't it be easier to just throw in the towel and feed him powdered crap made of chicken parts?

Anyway. Although I haven't yet made Aarwenn's Last Stand regarding BioJoint (the actual product name), I WAS reminded of the showdown between LT and Tall Kiwi (to differentiate him from Normal Kiwi) and the Fools That Run The Pacific Place Parking Garage. At the time, LT threatened to NEVER park there again, and I thought, ...Yeah, right. This is the only cheap, large, and covered parking garage in downtown Seattle. He will definitely park here again.

I'd just like to say that he has proved me wrong. No, we are not stubborn. Thank you for asking.

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This weekend, and past week, were slightly long without the LT, but I did have a lot of time to...well, party, which was great and a great chance to see a lot of people I know and love. "Bobby" and I went to a friend's housewarming party, and also her roommate-warming party (heh!) as said friend applied for a roommate on Craigslist, and in the grand, time-honored tradition of Craigslist, got super lucky on her first try. (Hi, Roommate.)

I have spent a lot of time on the streets of Seattle recently, and it has been wonderful, between clubs in alleyways and eating breakfast in Fremont and being approached on the street and invited to underground speakeasies and also just bumming around with my dog. Titan and I took a trip to the hardware store recently, and the hardware store was dog-friendly, and Titan put his paws up on the counter and they tossed him treats and scratched his ears. Just yesterday we were waiting to cross at a light when a (rather ditzy-sounding) security officer said, "Why's he have that thing on?" (Titan wears a halter when we walk.) "Is he mean?"

I said that no, he wasn't mean, and he could eat and drink water and everything with the halter on, it wasn't a muzzle, it was just like a bridle so I could control his head. "Because otherwise, it'd be a big battle," I joked, and the security officer laughed.

"No kidding, he's bigger'n you are!" (In sneakers, I do appear pretty little.)

The nice thing, the REALLY nice thing, about walking with Titan, is that I feel protected and safe. I feel like I CAN talk to people on the street, I even try to smile at homeless people occasionally, and because of this, I'm building a community of people I know. There's a gay couple that I saw at the dog park, and one partner works in the Starbucks by the ferry, and I see them at the QFC. The other day I ran into Stephanie ELFORD, of all people, at the Madison Safeway. (Note to Stephanie: we must get together!) After the housewarming party on Friday, I ran into five or six people I knew from high school at a bar called Ballroom in Fremont. Several days ago I was walking Titan through Volunteer Park and I ran into a fellow band-mate from ninth grade.

It's a really good thing.

2 comments:

Shananigans said...

We use a Halti on Dexter sometimes and I often get the muzzle question, I find it kind of annoying. I do see more people using them, maybe as people get more familiar they will stop asking. Oh what I would give for good walking weather. Spring can't get here soon enough.

Stephanie said...

Hi Magaggie! I agree, we need to get together soon. How does Saturday night work for you? I'm going to be in Tacoma during the day, but coming back for the evening. I would love to have drinks and general merriment with you!