on a Yorkie.
If sweet pea had a baby book Saturday's entry would say "Bark changing, has more depth and body than it did a week ago" and Sunday's entry would say "Bad day, got attacked by a Yorkie. Mom almost took the Yorkie out."
I took sweet pea to the dog park where she frolicked with a great big labrador named Milo. It was adorable. Milo was there with his mom kid and the kid was so taken by sweet pea's sweetness that she told me if I ever went on vacation that sweet pea could stay at their house. At the end, just as I was trying to make my way back to the car we walked through the field where the lazy people who don't walk their dogs (but instead stand there and hope their dogs run around on their own) stay. There was Yorkie who took one look at sweet pea walking by and went for her jugular. Sweet pea was screaming in terror and the Yorkie was growling this tiny fierce homicidal growl, so I bent over and swatted the Yorkie away. Before I could pick sweet pea up that freaking Yorkie was back on her. I opened my hand, planted it on the Yorkie's scruff, considered snapping her neck, but instead lifted her up and out to the side. I'm not sure what I would I would have done with her next (chuck her as far as I could throw her?) if her irresponsible old lady owner hadn't been standing right there. What I did do was smoosh her into her owner's chest until her owner (who was a bit shocked herself) pulled herself together and closed her own hands around her piece of shit attack dog and then I ran to get sweet pea who was taking off for what she must have thought was the safety of the parking lot. A good samaritan bystander stepped on sweet pea's leash and she didn't get very far. But she was shaking like a leaf!!!
Not sure who was more phased by the entire ordeal, me or sweet pea. I went to this particular park a couple of times when we first moved to new town and didn't like it then either. Too bad though, because Milo and his family were super nice and I wouldn't mind hanging out with them. For now I will be sticking to the fields, where somehow the people are more responsible and the dogs are nicer. And also the woods where bear bait and I used to trek and I am now photographing, but that isn't right near where I live.
I took sweet pea home, got her settled and went off to see the second show of Josh starring in Guys and Dolls. My little (lead role!) Josh/Sky was brilliant. It's such a heart swelling with pride moment to sit there in the audience watching my baby, my 13 year old baby, pretend to be a slick 1940's gambler falling in love with a missionary. He was good. I'm so proud, he's so humble. He won't talk to me about anything (other than mind numbing computer games) these days. He thinks teens don't talk to their parents about a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g. I explained that teens don't want to talk to their parents about crushes and friends and puberty but are willing to talk to them about other things like what the rumor is around why their teacher got fired. But nope, Josh is Mr. Tight Lipped. I hope his kids ice him out when they hit puberty. Payback.
Almost a year later I got Josh's bar mitzvah photos back!!! Very exciting. I was kind of worried that there was some kind of technical difficulty and maybe it was taking so long because all the photos sucked or something, but they are great! And for me to look at these and not feel all cringy when I am in them since I'm at maximum weight these days is saying a lot. I'm pretty psyched. There are so many good shots of my boys and my boys together, which is all I need to make my day.
I was counting on today being a photo day but it's raining and I want to cry. I'd be more tempted to take my camera out in the rain if it didn't have a crack that was slowly opening up on it's side. It's not broken, the crack is where two pieces come together, but the repair place wants to keep it for 5 business days and foolishly I did not send it in to be repaired over the holidays when I should have because I figured I'd use it until next summer and then get it fixed, but now the crack is widening and I think I better send it in. BUMMER!!!
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