Am I ready yet?

Beckham
Beckham
So, this is Beckham. A chihuahua mix that I’ve been fostering for a neighbor for two weeks now. He has been up for adoption twice now with no takers, so he keeps ending up with me. I’m not sure I’m ready for another dog yet, but this one is starting to attach himself to me. He’s not what I ever pictured myself having…a small, male dog. But he is cute, friendly, housebroken, and doesn’t eat much. Sounds like I’m convincing myself, huh?

A day to to remember…

Today we elected our first black president. I found myself in tears as they called the election in Obama’s favor on the news. For the first time I feel actual hope for the people and fabric of this country.
At this moment, however, I also feel a certain sadness as it appears Prop 8 is going to win, preventing gay marriage and annulling the more than 20,000 same-sex marriages that have been celebrated since June. Bigotry is not yet dead.

What is it about sleeping dogs…

sleeping_dog.JPGSometimes I find myself watching my dog sleep. She’s old now and she sleeps a lot, so I get plenty of opportunity. There’s something peaceful… almost beautiful… in the way they look when they’re asleep. They totally relax, getting flat to the floor, legs outstretched.

My dog snores now. It’s probably her age, but still, it’s funny to hear and, given how hard of hearing she has become, knowing that she’s oblivious to it.