New Dog, New Blog

I've been away from this blog for a long time. Longer than I really want to ever repeat. Without going into reasons, I want to say that I feel like it's time to start back up again. Here are some things I've done between now and the last post-- written over a year ago.

1. Graduated College with English degree
2. Studied Abroad in England
3. Got a new dog.
4. Went to an Indigo Girls Concert
5. Looked for a job-- oh wait...still looking.

I should probably post about the first two in greater detail-- I probably will later-- but I really like my dog a lot.

His name is Edison, the family calls him Eddie and I call him Mr. McFreddison. He likes to flop around a lot, talk to the other dog through the fence, and go on walks. He's not very good at running and picking something up in his mouth quickly-- usually he ends up doing a somersault over the ball because he over-estimates just where it is. He's like that lanky kid whose limbs grew more quickly than his torso. But he's really cute, mellow, pretty obedient, and all things considered, is a great puppy.

I love him because he doesn't care what I look like or smell like or what I wear. He just likes to please. That's a really relieving reversal. But, so new to this world, he makes me look at things in an entirely different way. How would a puppy see the world? Would we too bark at ice-cubes?

Anyway, I'm the old dog here, but Im'a teach myself some new tricks. So stay tuned.

Rodents, etc.

The Olympics are over. All good things must come to an end, but I really think that Canada started something during the Closing Ceremonies that other generations of Olympiads are going to be hard pressed to forget. Namely, I mean the HUGE blow-up animals that came out during the song. More specifically, the Beavers.



Just check those babies out. If you're wondering whether or not we've gone too far in anthropomorphizing animals, the answer is-- well, yes. As long as those come-hither red-tinted eyes aren't a result of the Twilight pandemic (Even the rodents want a bit of Edward with their cheese, it seems)--we should all be fine, right?

Meanwhile, meese float above the ground, grinning. I surmise they are either 1: daydreaming that they have been chosen to replace Santa's reindeer, or 2: Fondly remembering the Bambi days of innocence and forest yore. We can only hope their tails are up in a unified gesture of peace.

You just gotta give credit to the minds behind these guys to make these balloons so fantastic on so many different levels. That's gumption right there, folks.

P.S. If you can't get enough of great rodents, check this out.