Wannabe Cowgirl

Another birthday, that is. That's right, I'm officially in my mid-twenties. It's a little scary actually since that means that my life is one-third over. Of course, that also means that (statistically, anyway) I have another two-thirds to go. (The rather sad thing is that I'm envisioning how thirds would look on a geoboard as I write this. I love being a nerd.)

It was actually quite a lovely day. I woke up thinking I would do lots of relaxing, but I got through about two hours of that before I was bored out of my mind. So I dressed up a bit (read: no sneakers or Tevas) and went out to savor the day. I dawdled around Barnes and Noble for a while, then bought I few books I've been eyeing. Then I headed over to my favorite coffee shop to read one of said books while nursing a yummy caramel Italian soda.

After satisfied with that, Ed and I rode the carousel, which is something neither of us had ever done (not in known history anyway, although the memory is a fickle beast). I went for a nice walk after that, which was made a little less nice by the fact that I had spurned comfy shoes. But that was cancelled out by the unfamiliar click of the shoes I did wear on the sidewalk, so it was okay. I love the sound of shoes.

Finally, some friends and I went out to Tower Pizza for dinner. Yum. I do love Tower. And my friends, of course. So all in all it was a wonderful day. And thankfully not too smokey, which was sheer luck as Missoula seems to have turned into a giant campfire since.

Today I spent some time (read: way too much time) organing my Flickr photos. Sifting through the many pictures I have stored in nookies and crannies of my computer's hard drive, I discovered this adorable photo of Cody as a nearly-newborn pup. My old bosses posted it on their sanctuary's blog when Cody first arrived there from Wyoming. I definitely never knew Cody when he was this small.

It's hard to believe that he's grown so much! He's gone from being a possibly blind shrimp of a mutt to being a definitely not blind (although possibly vision impaired) dog who is huge, loves to swim, and has a penchant for mischief.


What kind of mischief? I'm so glad you asked. He's lately become fond of sneaking into the bathroom and stealing items off the counter. Cody then proceeds to chew and/or devour his trinket. Last night he demolished my poor roommate's contact lense case (which was thankfully empty). Thank goodness she's such a patient soul. What a nut my dog is. A nut who has been officially banned from the bathroom.