Sometimes I just wanna escape into a movie. A good movie like Contact. Not a sucky movie like that Horrible Bosses I just saw. I watched that mother-sucker through to the end. What’s with that? I guess I wanted to see how Jennifer Aniston would meet her demise. Her eyes looked so blue in that movie. She sexing it all up in there. That’s all I’m saying.
Sometimes the new dog, the one we’ve had for oh, a week now, feels like more than I want, even though she’s perfect for us in so many ways—gentle, loves the kids, low-shedding, small, affectionate… Still, this furry blond bombshell needs her poopy outside time. At six AM! She needs her chicken necks. I worry about money. Swamp Chicken says don’t worry. I try to listen to him. Sometimes it works. Then it stops working.
Last Saturday I couldn’t help visiting Petco again, this time with the whole family to see who was available to foster. First we met Bella, another chihuahua mix like Jessie, but much more like a fancy miniature German shepherd. She was beautiful. Swamp Chicken held her and fell in love, though later he admitted that she had the ‘chihuahua shake’ he’s not fond of.
The prospect of adopting Bella made me go giddy, forget about this fostering nonsense, and I talked with the Philly Paws staff about it. We all agreed it would be better to adopt since parting after bonding would be too painful, and SC realized this was probably true, especially as the adoption fee was so reasonable.
I turned to the kids. “What do you think of Bella? Isn’t she so pretty?” This was their response: Fffft. Nothing. Peaches and Spike were too busy playing on the cart-return rails to give Bella a passing glance. Maybe they didn’t even want a dog.
In which I tell you that this is my official dietary update. Hallelujah and praise be. It’s been exactly five months, from July 1 to today, December 1 that I have been eating Primally.