I lived with my secret until I found a good time to (have a huge fight) break the news to Loony. I did it over coffee this morning.
I haven’t been very inspired to write lately. But today is gorgeous and I thought I’d share some pictures with you. Blue ate my beautiful salad which means we will be sleeping in the living room in case of a midnight poop-splotion. Good thing for this chick he’s a vegetarian. We brought the month-old chicks […]
I don’t know what I was thinking when I thought that West Virginia was on the way to South Carolina. Maybe if I was coming from Canada … We planned our cross country trip with the idea to take our time to “see the sights”. My apologies to middle America, but there really isn’t all […]
Pawsitive Heather wrote a detailed post on the perils of dog parks and the warning signs that the mindful owner should be on the lookout for. I must say that I read it with a sinking feeling in my stomach. Pretty much all of the bad things that I should be on the lookout for […]
It’s Blue’s birthday! He turned three today and it’s also the anniversary (more or less) of his joining our family. Of course we had to do something special. Me: What should we get Blue for his birthday? Testicles: Let’s get him a marrow bone. Or a cow penis! Aw shit. The Bully Stick incident. My […]
It happened again! I was walking Big Blue on the Sanitas trail and talking to my BFF in NYC (hi Elizabeth!) when a woman came around the bend with four (4) smallish dogs off leash. No biggie, it’s a Green Tag area so you can have unleashed dogs provided they are under sight and voice […]
I had some great dreams last night. In one I was bonding heavily with Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt. This is residual LA wish-fulfillment fodder. In the other, Lonny’s “sacrifice zone” (aka eBay room) was cleared out to the point where I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. I want to reappropriate […]
I got Blue about two months ago when an acquaintance from work put out an desperate plea for help. She fosters dogs for Big Dogs Huge Paws, a rescue organization dedicated to finding homes for large breed dogs that have been “surrendered” to animal shelters. She was going out of town for a week and […]
Out of the blue I got an email yesterday from my friend’s totally hot husband. It said, “I need you. Call me.” Um okay.
Then my phone had a message on it from him that said, “I need to talk about you pole dancing for me today. Call me.” I was kinda excited about his first message, not that I would answer the call of the booty with my friend’s husband or anything, but it’s nice to be noticed. The second message filled me with dread. He’s doctor and I was afraid he was going to ask me to pole dance in the ER for a friend’s bachelor party or something. I am so not into that. I was already formulating a nice way to turn him down while I dialed his number.
Imagine my disappointment surprise when it turned out he wanted me to be in a video. Jeff owns a cycling apparel design company and a friend of his posted a photo of him riding his lawn-mower bike. He looked so dorky in his helmet and the thing went viral. Wanting to cash in on its’ popularity, he came up with the idea of a video of him riding around Boulder on his mower bike and running across all kinds of random stuff happening.
So watch the video, that’s me at 1:27 walking my giant dog, Blue, and at 1:57 busting a move on the flagpole near my house. The funny part was when he asked me to do multiple takes. He was like, “Do you think you have it in you to do that again? I don’t want you to hurt yourself” and I’m like (eyes rolling), “You mean do those two moves again? I think I can manage.” I think I finally earned a little respect for my poling sisterhood that afternoon.
There was a broken cleat on the pole and it was a little tricky to work around it. I told Jeff that if I cut my leg open poling for his video, he would have to personally sew me back up. And I demand pain meds.