Wednesday, July 07, 2010

Good day/ Bad day

It was one of those nothing days today. Work filled with successes and meeting with people I admire, and also having to suffer through some other moments of work that kill my will to live.

The day started well: I woke up at 6am and actually got out of bed instead of going back to sleep. I function much better if I get up when I first wake up. However, I had no cash whatsoever left in my wallet and needed to find the vital $2.36 before setting out with the dog for her morning pee, and my doppio espresso. Alas, change was not easily found. I had already gone through our $1 and $2 coins, as well as most of the quarters. As such, I was counting out dimes and nickels in desperation. Finally with the right amount in my pocket (plus enough for a decent tip), my espresso cup, and the doggy, I set out.

First stop: Starbucks. I get my doppio and chat with one of the coolest barristas ever. Then the doggy and I continue on to the park. With the insane heat wave that Toronto is having, my coffee doesn't cool down much so I haven't even had a sip when we get to the park. I REALLY prefer to finish my espresso prior to the dog taking a dump, but that didn't happen today. So I dutifully went to pick up her poo (barf, but doesn't bother me much now), and set my espresso cup down as far away as possible. But did that deter the doggy? Of course not. In her eagerness to greet another dog, she yanked on her leash and somehow crashed into my lone sad cup.

People, this is nothing in the grand scheme of things, but seeing that liquid gold seep all over the concrete? I wanted to cry. Especially knowing that I had no cash to buy another. I think that you might have caught mention of the trauma on CNN. It *may* have been eclipsed by the capture of a serial killer out in California, and I get that, but this was a tense moment.

The dog and I returned to the condo and had breakfast (kibbles for her, kibbles for the kitties, and yoghurt and frozen blueberries for me). I noted then that the dog also had some sort of extra snack. I wasn't sure what it was - peanut brittle? granola? Could not for the life of me figured what she had stolen. And then I realized... a big hunk of clumped cat litter. She had wormed her way into the nook where we keep the cat box and fished out a chunk. Fuck. I only realized this as I was poking the mass. I have watched my cats kill mice, but that pales in comparison to the grossness of what dogs like to snack on. This dog is so damn cute that I can't be angry at her, but sheesh. No espresso and having to witness shit-eating. Not my way to start the day.

However, I did find $2.50 at the bottom of my work bag, did get an espresso on the way to work, and best of all, did watch Spain win the semi-final. Or at least I watched the last 15 minutes. Stupid work. Then I came home and made vegetable soup au pistou. What a thrilling life I lead.


Ponita in Real Life said...

It's amazing what some dogs like to snack on. My current dog, however, is the exact opposite. Of course, she's never had access to the litter box (a 100 lb. dog just can't squeeze through the cat door to the basement... I think only her nose fits in) but outside, she assiduously avoids goose and deer droppings.

My sister's Australian shepherd, on the other hand, not only eats all that stuff but is compelled to roll in it too! Now THAT is gross.

Shortage of change can be painful, can't it?

rox said...

Dogs LOVE cat poop! Especially if it's coated in Kitty Litter. Damn gross if you ask me!

We have a similar life. Except for that work thing. I'm thrilling too.

eroswings said...

See? That's why I don't let dogs lick my face! You never know where their mouths have been!

As for the remaining World Cup games, I'm counting on Uruguay to make a good showing--we can't let the Europeans make a clean sweep of the top three spots!

And as for the Dutch vs Spain, it's a like a sequel to The 80 Years War (The War of Dutch Independence)! Either team winning would make for great history.

Snooze said...

Ponita: I dream of having a basement!!!! Amazing about your dog though. Mine doesn't roll much, but if she comes across fresh horse poo - she chows down.

Rox; Maybe we should try eating cat shit. It seems to be the thing to do.

Eros: Yes, I'm not fond of getting my face licked either, but I allow my cats to do so. btw - I had never heard of the 80 year war. Very cool factoid there!