Pilsner-Post A Day #7

Also last weekend, I took care of my friend Alex's puppy Pilsner. The first couple of days were a little rough, as he's not well trained as far as potty-time goes, and he had a nasty cough. I was a little stressed out. But once I figured out his routine, and got his cough under control, he was a sweet little guy.

He loved laying on my lap watching movies, napping in the sun, playing with rotten potatoes, and falling asleep in my bed. On Sunday, Derek and I took him to The Lucky Lab Brewpub, where he had a great time getting everyone's attention and stealing bites of Derek's Garlic Gorgonzola pizza slice. I love this photo. I seriously had perfect timing.

Frederick--Post #6

When I woke up Sunday morning, my 6-year-old goldfish, Frederick was dead. He had been perfectly fine the previous day, so I have to assume it was just old age. I'm sad about it, but he had a long, full life.

He has lived in four different places in three different quadrants of town, outlived two other fish, encountered five cats, and liked listening to Falco. My boyfriend would do impressions of Frederick speaking with a German accent, because obviously, Frederick was German (or possibly Austrian like Falco). I don't have any particularly good photos of him because it's kind of difficult to take pictures of a goldfish, but he was always so cute swimming around.

I buried him the backyard here at the McConachie's house in SW Portland, next to some flowers and vegetables I planted. His little funeral was attended by Derek and me.

Goodbye Frederick.

Weekend (Post-Every-Other-Day-Apparently #5)

I actually have quite a bit to write about, as well as illustrative photos, but I need to go to bed, so it's going to have to wait until tomorrow.

Sorry.

Post-A-Day #4

This should be post #5, but I wasn't able to write anything yesterday. This has been a draining week. Pilsner (and his cough) arrived yesterday, and he peed on the rug at the office. My super-great job has not been super-great this week, when one person decides to be extremely rude to everyone else, screw up jobs, and micromanage to the nth degree. I now understand what one of my co-workers warned me about long ago. All of this has been compounded by lack of sleep, which causes me to get melt-downy about dog cough and job and not be able to rise above the nonsense as well as I could with a full eight hours.

But things are turning around (knock on wood). Tonight, I talked to poor sick Derek (he probably has kennel cough too) about my week and felt a little better, and then watched a British crime drama, which always makes me relaxed, all the while non-coughing Pilsner was asleep on my lap. And tomorrow, Pilsner's going to the vet, so hopefully they will cure his cough once and for all. I really, really, really hope that next week will be better and less stressful.

I already have a couple of things to look forward to: Preservation Jazz Band (from New Orleans) is playing at the Blues Festival Friday, and Saturday is the Timbers game.

Goodnight.

Uh, I Think I'm Tired (Post-A-Day #3)

Just now, as I was coming home, I got my mail out of the mailbox, closed the mailbox, and then without thinking, aimed my car remote at it and pressed "Lock." I think this indicates that I REALLY need to get more sleep.

Warm Weather (Post-A-Day #2)

Today was the second 80 degree day this year (I'm pretty sure). Yay! But I had too much work to do, so was stuck inside all day at work except for a 10 minute walk. I was planning to go to the gym after work, but decided against it, because I didn't want to be indoors anymore. So what did I do instead? I went home and sat inside. Doh! Silly Laura.