I miss my dog

I don't mean to be prejudice or anything, but I have the best dog in the world.

I will get to see her in just 9-10 days. She's been waiting for me in Colorado since March 14th, when she and the Beau took off in advance. Puppy withdrawal is seriously hard, people.

I try to get a fix by shamelessly petting other people's dogs on the street, or trolling petfinder.com, but it's not the same. They're not her. She's my buddy, my companion. She's my happy little face, my bee.

I tell myself "soon." Soon, soon, soon. Soon.

Studio on Fire, MN

Day 1

Well, Beau, Estes (the Westie) and my future mother in law are currently heading west in my Toyota Corolla (damn, you Toyota! Why'd you mess with a good thing?), packed with the previously mentioned china.

Lost with this new freedom*, I found myself at World Market, buying brightly colored magazine organizers that were on sale (to be used for my writings in the new apartment.) Sigh. I have this nasty habit of really wanting to shop when I'm getting ready to move. I just get anxious for the new place. But like I need one more (or three) thing(s) to pack?

But they are cute and I love them. And they are flat and will pack easily.

via world market

sotd: "Don't Cry Baby" by Madeleine Peyroux 

*I expect this will all hit me later and I'll feel lonely. Right now, I just keep looking over my shoulder for puppy, wondering if she needs walked, only to remember--oh, she's not here.