Two days ago at the dog park I was informed that my dog was so thin! Which in the typical Texan way eventually arrived at the small group of dog owners telling me that they really thought she was too thin. Which is interesting considering everything I've read about dogs and the visit to the vet last week told me differently. In fact, she should really lose 5 pounds in order to be considered perfectly healthy.
Every other dog at the park was chubby. Sort of like their owners.
They also harped on her flea collar saying that the monthly spray was the only way to go. My last dog had a flea collar for 19 years and never got fleas. Why use something more expensive?
I smiled graciously and said I'd talk to my vet about it.
Sometimes, Texas drives me nuts.
Spaz attack: 2 minutes before my birthday ended I accidentally stabbed myself with a dart. It really made me miss the plastic tipped, electronic game version from Korea.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Small Adventures
I went to San Antonio a couple of weeks ago and was very excited about blogging about it. Only, when I went to sit down and blog it didn't seem so exciting anymore. Lots of things are alien and strange to me (ie, all of Texas) but not necessarily interesting to anyone else. For instance:
Me: OMG LOOK!!!!!!!
Salsa Boy: What??
Me: RANCHES! Real, honest to goodness ranches!!!!! They look just like they do in the movies!!
Salsa Boy: ~laughs at me~ I knew it was a good choice to take the scenic route.
I continued to be fascinated by the dusty, rolling landscape while he continued to be amused by my reactions.
The plan was to do the very romantic river walk before going to his parents' house for dinner. Salsa Boy was excited to take me before tourist season hits and it is jammed packed with tourists. Unfortunately, being the calender-less spazes that we are, neither one of us was aware of the fact that it was Mardi Gras. Apparently, San Antonio took it upon itself to create a tourist boom with crazy Mardi Gras floats going down the river and live music. Romantic walks are less romantic when they involve very large, inebriated crowds. Still entertaining though.
Life is moving.
Me: OMG LOOK!!!!!!!
Salsa Boy: What??
Me: RANCHES! Real, honest to goodness ranches!!!!! They look just like they do in the movies!!
Salsa Boy: ~laughs at me~ I knew it was a good choice to take the scenic route.
I continued to be fascinated by the dusty, rolling landscape while he continued to be amused by my reactions.
The plan was to do the very romantic river walk before going to his parents' house for dinner. Salsa Boy was excited to take me before tourist season hits and it is jammed packed with tourists. Unfortunately, being the calender-less spazes that we are, neither one of us was aware of the fact that it was Mardi Gras. Apparently, San Antonio took it upon itself to create a tourist boom with crazy Mardi Gras floats going down the river and live music. Romantic walks are less romantic when they involve very large, inebriated crowds. Still entertaining though.
Life is moving.
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