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.
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.
More sticker art monsters keep appearing in the neighborhood. This is my favroite. His name is Goober.
I woke up to this every hour last night.
They are so over it.
We need to start the dog walks earlier because it always gets too hot for them.
What a week. There were epic hikes around the lakes, drag shows, dates, and long days at the office. Apparently there is a life after law school.
We underestimated the heat on today’s dog walk. Both dogs collapsed around Cedar Lake.
The temperature this summer is bizarre. It is either in the low 60’s or upper 90s, and Harley isn’t about the heat:
There is large dog in my neighborhood named Chester. Chester’s owners never have him on a leash. Ever.
I used to let my dogs out in the back of my building without a leash late at night. After a very bad incident I learned that a dog fight will start regardless of how nice your dogs are. If the leashed dog is vicious then your dog will respond. A leashed dog is also more likely to assume an unleashed dog is a threat and the ensuing drama is ALWAYS the fault of the owner of the unleashed dog.
So it is officially hotter in Minneapolis than it is in Miami. Summer is here, the neighborhood looks lush, and my freshness is compromised.
The Rottweiler has lost it.
She chewed through the metal kennel door and broke the padlocks that kept the door in place. There were jagged bars hanging from the door when I got home.
We remember the hot mess that happened the last time that she broke her kennel, so I couldn’t just hope that this was a one-time deal. After an appropriate amount of raging about the apartment, I threw the dogs in the car and went to Petsmart to buy a new steel-enforced KONG kennel. Harley was smushed with it in the backseat.
My week? Goodness…
Harley is officially over this heat, and it’s not even July.
I can’t leave Harley alone for a second or he breaks into the cashews. Today he shredded the tupperware and ate about a half-pound of cashews.
And so I come home to this:
Matt messaged me about the Osama Bin Laden news right just as I got ready for bed. I was glued to tweetdeck for the next hour and watched Obama’s address to the country.
BBC News just reported that crowds are gathering in front of the White House to celebrate. The correspondent said it’s a block party. I’m not mourning the man, but I think it’s distasteful to celebrate the death of any person. Yes, even Osama.
Besides following world events, I spent my time trying to stay warm in this mug. The week’s weather was straight out of a rainy British murder mystery and today we event got a snowflake or two.
The radio just said that it’s below freezing and we might get snow flurries tomorrow. I guess this is what May is like in Minnesota?
I actually don’t mind the delayed spring. It allows me to appreciate everything (esp. architecture) one last time before the trees and shrubs mask the world.
I knew there was something wrong when I came home and bones were all over the living room. And then look who I found in my bed:
It’s mid-April, so this is not okay.
And then four hours later, all of the snow is gone and flowers are visible.
What the hell, Minneapolis?
This week? Well.
I spent a lot of time in the car. Driving to work, school, and the burbs for Wal-Mart.