Today I awoke wanting to tussle. The other mother obliged me, even though it was 6:45 am on a Saturday.
Arise! Greet the day. And my teeth.
We had a mellow morning, then walked down to my house to prepare for the Dyke March. The other mother got a coffee at Faye’s, and I was given a dog treat that I declined to eat. I have refined tastes, and milk bone treats will not do. The other father swept the steps and opened up the stoop.
A grand day for stoop sitting.
The crowds steadily grew as the day went on. I kept watch from the window.
What are all those people doing out there?
I laid in the sun in front of my stoop to bask in the warmth. Many people complimented my cuteness.
Ah, warm pavement!
I was happy to be in my house with a bunch of people. I miss my family! The Dyke March branched out in front of our house. Most people walked down Dolores, but here are the rebels who insisted on the traditional route down 18th St.
They march where they want. New route be damned.
I avoided the madness of Dolores Park, but here are a few pictures of the scene around 5:30 pm. Apparently there was oiled lesbian wrestling at some point.
Happy throngs. Lots of booze, pot smoke and sunburn.
I try my best to be helpful. For example, this morning Liam had a hard time getting up. First the other mother tried waking him. Then the other father got involved. Finally, the other mother called me in to action!
Ready to help!
Just a little more writhing should do it.
Consider yourself awoken, Liam.
I think I should get a treat for my efforts, no?
These people take me for so many walks. It tires me out!
Hello, am I not beautiful?
Yesterday was the other father’s birthday. It was not my birthday. This became obvious when the other mother started filling the tub and then cornered me for a bath. I was so dismayed that I ran away from her into Liam’s room and peed on the rug when she picked me up.
(Insert Big Lebowski joke here)
I am not having fun.
After the bath, I was very excited! I ran around and had crazy dog time. Here I am with a wild look in my eye.
Crazy dog time!
The scene of the pee. The rug really ties the room together.
Then we went for an outing. This involved getting on to public transportation, namely the F Market line, for a ride downtown to the Ferry Plaza. It was all the birthday boy’s idea. I put up with the inconvenience with stoicism.
The wind made me shiver. The other mother wrapped me in her coat.
Later, the humans went out for Chinese food, while I rested in my crate with a chewy. I ate the chewy in its entirety upon their return. Better than birthday cake!
A big pile of toxicity. Not for me.
This evening, I went for a walk with the other mother and other father to the newly reopened northern half of Dolores Park. I enjoyed sniffing and nibbling the new grass.
I would prefer visiting when the sun is out to warm my delicate bones.
The humans gathered in cages playing games with balls. Here are some people playing what appears to be a polo game on bicycles.
Humans in cages!
Here are others batting tennis balls around. This activity would be just up my alley, if the balls were squeaky.
More humans in cages!
Here I am on a pristine stretch of beautiful new grass. It will never be this nice again!
The night is dark and full of hipsters.
And here is the corner of 18th and Dolores, which is now one big bench which will serve as the quintessential hipster meeting spot from here on.
The neighborhood is going to the dogs.
Monday started off cloudy and unpromising. We did what we do every Monday, went out for breakfast at Squat and Gobble. The other mother made me wear my fleece jacket. I hate wearing it, but it definitely cuts back on my shivering in the cold wind.
I got a little nibble of lox. No yummy cream cheese, darn it!
When we got home, what did we receive? A box of treats from Europe! I especially loved the Italian jerky sticks for dogs.
Loot crate from Turkey & Italy!
I ate the jerky stick in 5 seconds. Yum.
I miss my family. They are loud and smelly and numerous and they have a delightful lack of cats with which to compete for affection. The other mother has become very stingy with the treats and table scraps. I nevertheless adore her and follow her around constantly, like her witchcraft familiar. My favorite place is wherever she is.
I wish she would stop dressing me up, though.
I have settled into a routine here. I start the day with a brief visit to the garden to pee. I return upstairs for breakfast. Then I crawl back into bed with the other mother. We relax together. I go for at least one walk each day. Usually two. If it is sunny, we go out to the garden.
I frolic in the grass.
Once a week, I get a bath, which I pretend to hate but secretly kind of enjoy. I accompany the family on visits to the Plevyak house and to get coffee and to visit the library. Sometimes we play fetch with the squeaky ball. I have dinner. I watch TV with the kids and the other mother at night. They stay up too late for my taste.
I am mostly happy!
I am not friends with the cats but we mostly tolerate each other’s presence. I like to chase them. They hiss and make warning scratches at me. Ninety percent of the time, the scratches don’t connect, but occasionally I yelp in surprise and pain. I have not changed my behavior one iota. Nor do I believe I should. Luckily, there is plenty of room for us to coexist.
I don’t know what they’re doing here.
We visit my empty house a lot. Here we are hanging out watching TV.
We tested the Tivo. It works fine.
Here I am adding some fur to Joe and Patty’s bed.
It was too clean! It needed my scent.
And to add insult to injury, the other mother made me wear a raincoat. What torture will she devise for me next?
There are no words to express the depths of my dismay.
This morning, I was a good dog and stayed patiently in my house with a chewy while the kids went to the dentist. My reward is basking in the sun in the garden! I am enjoying nibbling the grass. Will there be puking in my future?
I am finishing off the last of my chewy. Oh the joy.
Green and tasty!
I really wish Dottie would stop chasing me.
The cats do not understand my exuberance and avoid me. They are no fun.
I remember fondly 2 days ago, when it was hot! I took turns sitting in the sun and resting in the shade.
All toasty in the sunshine!
Everyone went out to the garden to sit in the shade. Here are the cats.
I didn’t chase them, I just sniffed them.
And here is the one who sometimes feeds me and takes me for walks.
Nice enough chap, but I do not recognize his authority.
Oh beautiful sun, where have you gone?