mat needed someone to hang out with missy blue this morning, and called me last night to see if i’d be into it. truth was, i had a to-do list longer than you could shake a stick at… but something happened while i was holding the telephone to my ear, and i realized there was no way i’d ever succeed at enjoying a slower life if i didn’t just fuckin’ SLOW DOWN. sure, i said to mat, me and bea (my dog-for-the-month) will see yas at moka house at 7 am.
four hours later and i was exhausted. i’d been initiated into the community of dog people down at dallas road, where i learned at least ten different dog’s names but not the names of their owners. blue and bea were a perfect match for one another, with bea’s submissiveness balancing out blue’s giddiness. i also gained a great deal of knowledge about dogs, or at least about this dog who’s currently my roommate.
bea likes to rub against things. i mean really rub, like fall-over-on-her-side-and-dig-her-shoulders-in kinda rubbing. the list of things she likes to rub against includes (but is not limited to):
– other dogs
– barnacle-encrusted rocks
– beachfire ashes
– dead porpoise carcasses
– people doing yoga on the beach
the yoga dude was actually very nice about it, probably cuz i neglected to mention to him the previous thing she’d been rubbing against…