Gertrude is upset that Harley has all of the blog attention….she buts in more now.
Posts about Ingrid the Labradoodle and Gunter the Chiweenie.
And so I ended the weekend roasting hot dogs on the shore of Lake Superior and staring at the stars with the Rottweiler. The Bullmastiff and boyfriend are asleep.
My boyfriend doesn’t listen to me.
I told him that I did not want a birthday president. I don’t like celebrating my birthday and I think gifts are unnecessary hassles. So what does he do? He arranges a weekend in Grand Marais. Ugh.
And of course it’s fun and intensely beautiful.
I know I keep referring to “the dogs” on this blog and yet only posting pictures of Harley, the bullmastiff. Don’t worry, I haven’t murdered my Rottweiler yet. It’s just that spastic doesn’t photograph well.
Until today!
I get a text from the lead painter around 6 a.m. – he wants to know if I can let the painters into my old apartment at 6:30. The apartment isn’t completely cleaned, so I try to stall him to 8:30 a.m. and we finally agree on 10 a.m.
Then my landlord’s carpet cleaner calls to tell me that his schedule cleared up and he’s available today as well. Suddenly my disaster of an old apartment looks totes clean and rentable. Win!
I decided that it was appropriate for Harley to join me on my last moving trip to the old apartment. I had Harley before I even had furniture for my first “grown up” apartment in this building, and he totally loved the ride.
What an exhausting day. I work from home three days a week so I took the other two days “off” for ze great move. I spent most of the day working, showing apartments, and hauling carloads of my hoard to my new apartment.
I did however take the time to skip to Lake of the Isles with the dogs this morning:
We signed the lease to our new place today. So of course the dogs and I spent most of our time at Lake of the Isles.
One nice thing about the new apartment is that it is close to the Mississippi River trail. This means no more driving the dogs to Minnehaha park.
It’s a full circle moment. Remember how aggravating the housing search was when I first moved to Minnesota? Well, the post-law school housing search with dogs was even worse, and everyone’s over it.
More sticker art monsters keep appearing in the neighborhood. This is my favroite. His name is Goober.
This weekend’s apartment hunt turned ugly today when dozens of building managers and real estate agents called us back. The theme? The Rottweiler is a deal breaker.
MIA the past few weeks? Me? What?
The last two weeks were normal on one level. I was busy living the Minneapolis yuppie life: work, long dog walks at the lakes, clubs, drag shows, cooking disasters, restaurants, cafes, museums, crazy hobos…
The “feels like” temperature was 113 degrees today. My freshness was compromised and the dogs were so unamused.
