While the rest of you were receiving texts from Obama about Biden, I was receiving an email from my mom about Tobey. This is what it said:
Tobey has learned to roll over!
What a pushover! It’s like, get a spine, you know?
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A dog, shoes, and the promenade
I was moving photos off my camera and onto my computer and found a few I thought I’d post. The first is Brooklyn Heights taken from the promenade yesterday when I was wandering around apartment hunting:
The second is a view of some trash in a trash can with the promenade in the back:
And then here’s Tobey from when my parents were here:
And here, too, is Tobey. Also? Some shoes.
I should get back to vlogging. I will do that soon, promise!
dogs, parents
I think my dad just kind of encouraged me to get a puppy! It’s pretty sad that at my age I still need my parents’ approval for basic life decisions—like inviting adorableness into my heart and home—however I would have guessed they wouldn’t think I was mature enough to get a dog—which is also funny since I suspect they think I’m mature enough to have a child. Speaking of, I should water Fred.
puppies and lesbians
I don’t mean to blow smoke up Gawker’s ass by linking to them twice recently but their referring to Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson as “lesbadoodles” cracks me up.
Incidentally, when my friend Dustin and I worked at Time Out New York we wanted to breed puppies in the kitchen and call them TONYdoodles. Somehow that morphed into discussions of doodledoodles, but I can’t remember why exactly.
My mom discussing Tobey's limitations
“He’s very brave. He isn’t afraid of dogs or people. Just balloons.”
Tobey and his toys
This is how I found Tobey’s water dish and his toy. It’s probably random, but I would love to believe he placed it in this position deliberately. A dog with a refined sense of cute… would be very cute!
Meet Tobey
Tobey being ferocious
My parents are in town
and look who they brought!
Poor Tobey
Today is a momentous day for poor Tobey, as he’s growing up and become less of a man. I kind of hate this, and I know my parents who are taking him to the vet today feel conflicted about it too, however pet people across the board say neutering is the humane thing to do. Easy for them to say, they’re human. Still, since Tobey isn’t going to sire little Tobeys (puppies, not the other thing. He’ll keep doing that) it probably makes sense. Plus, he’s been making sweet love to the computer chair.
Have I told you the story about when I took my rabbit, Eliot, to get neutered? Eliot was the rabbit I had in college and for a few years after college. Eliot’s death was traumatic in a Daniel kind of way, except that I called a friend and through tears said “my rabbit died” on his answering machine which then cracked me up since if this were the forties, that would mean I was pregnant. Fifties? Sixties? When were they using rabbits in pregnancy tests, if that isn’t apocryphal? Anyway, and I think I’ve already told this story here, my mom and I dropped Eliot off to get neutered and I burst into tears and my mom asked if I was sure I could go through with it and I said yes, it’s more humane, etc., and then we got home and the vet had called and Eliot was a she! Who knew? Not I! Unfortunately they discovered this after they anesthetized her which still pisses me off. So I drove back and picked up a very drowsy but non-operated on rabbit (I didn’t get her spayed). Then years later she died. This was a horrible post, I’m sorry. Also, I went to this horrible HORRIBLE summer camp when I was 10 and they had this class in a farmhouse where they taught us the names of all the castrated animals. I swear to you. Not that it hasn’t come in handy as a neat parlor trick. Ask me anything! Geldings? Steer? Capon? They also taught us how to hypnotize chickens. I am not making this up.
Back to Tobey though… poor Tobey!