Posts about Ingrid the Labradoodle and Gunter the Chiweenie.
Life is so full lately – I love my job, friends, dogs, gym, hilarious dates, and my brand new Aldo shoes. I think this is the slightly-bootleg yuppie life that I envisioned for myself when I first moved to Minneapolis.
Dates, friends, drag shows, quality time with the dogs, work, snow and unseasonably warm weather.
Technology failed me during these past two weeks. This is how I started the morning:
If you soften your gaze and back away slowly, the fail whale will appear.
Blue screens lit up my work computer throughout the weekend and the beginning of the week. I also caught some version of the plague Saturday night, but meetings and computer repair issues brought my germy-body to the office on Monday and Tuesday.
At times the sinus pressure was so great that my right eye would start pouring as I talked to coworkers. I’m pretty sure they wanted to swat me away with a Lysol wipe.
So winter finally came.
Well, snow did. We had a few sub-zero days but today we were well into the 40’s. We manage regardless of the temperature.
The colder it gets inside the cozier it feels inside, so it’s not so bad.
It was ugly Christmas sweater day at work. I don’t have any ugly Christmas sweaters, so I wore an ugly University of Miami sweater.
Close enough.
After work I ferried the dogs to the pet hotel. The paperwork was horribly confusing after a 10-hour workday. The nice thing is that I managed to finish all of my work for the week, so I don’t have to take my work laptop on vacation.
It has come to this.
I don’t have to worry about my neighbors’ unleashed dogs now. Curiously, no one asks to pet him anymore either. Hm.
I’m more likely to take Gertrude places because she doesn’t scratch up the upholstery of my car like a certain someone.
The cuteness is just a bonus.
So it’s Thanksgiving and I’m in the ER with a hipster mustache.
The end of Movember can’t come quick enough. The handlebar mustache makes me look super sketchy and the ER nurse is glaring at me because I look crazy.
I’m in the ER because our early morning trip to the dog park went horribly wrong. I’m at the dog park watching Gertrude play with a puppy when I hear screaming behind me. There’s a pileup of dogs and Harley is in the middle of it. A woman screams.
I jump in with the other dog owners and reach into Harley’s mouth to pull him off of a mutt. That was a mistake and my finger gets torn up. I’m told that the other dogs are fine and that my hand is the only casualty of the dog fight.
No more dog parks for Harley. Ever.
Dragging my dogs to the car with a bloody hand is super awkward. The dumb mustache didn’t help.
Four hours and seven stitches later, I am off to Walgreens for antibiotics. Juggling the hospital paperwork with my banged up hand and facial hair makes me look super sketchy. The pharmacist glares until she realizes that I’m not looking for drugs, just clueless.
My index finger bone is also fractured. Apparently my finger nail is completely gone and the bone was hanging out. Ugh. I’ll see if I can get into the orthopediatrician’s tomorrow.
Gory pictures after the jump.
The dog walks haven’t gotten difficult yet. Only a slight chill over the bridge.
This is the same bridge with the Frankenstein monster. There’s a Dunn Brother’s Coffee at the other end, so it’s worth it.
And the snow came.
That’s the Minneapolis Federal Reserve Bank, one of my favorite buildings. I haven’t seen the Occupy Minnesota protestors out there for a while. Maybe winter has done them in? Anyway, the building looks even better in winter.
The gig’s up. Tomorrow it snows. That means I’m spending as much time outside with the dogs as possible today. I took the dogs on a long hike by the Mississippi.
This happens almost every day – I buy cow knuckles for both dogs but after about 20 minutes Harley drops his bone and stares down Gerturde’s cow knuckle.
It does not matter that Harley has a perfectly good cow knuckle behind him because Gertrude’s cow knuckle seems more desirable.
He wants it because she has it.
Dunn Brothers is a common stop on our morning dog walks. The dogs are incredibly patient.
I love that New England is buried under feet of snow and it’s in the 60’s in Minneapolis. This extended fall is gorgeous.
I always loved exploring odd parts of downtown Miami. The tradition continues in Minneapolis, but at least it’s not as creepy now that I have dogs.
