The dog saga continues.

I finally got a response to one of my dog emails on Thursday, almost two days after I sent the message. The owner’s email said Bella (that’s the dog’s name) was going to go to one home, but they decided her apartment wouldn’t be a good place for her, so she was available again. Incidentally, Bella was my first choice – a chocolate Lab mix with slightly bigger ears than a purebred but an otherwise very Lab-like face. She is fully trained, spayed at 6 months, up to date on shots, completely healthy, no allergies to speak of, two years old, about 60 lbs, and has the sweetest face you’ve ever seen. I loved her from her picture, and I loved her even more after speaking to her current owner last night. A loved dog is a good dog, and I can tell this dog is loved – sometimes life circumstances make dog ownership less than ideal, and her owner sounded like I would have sounded in the same situation.

I’m going to meet Bella today, or rather this evening – she is about an hour to my north, and a friend is kindly chauffeuring my non-licensed self all the way up there and back. There’s a lot still up in the air, like whether Bella and I will click (I already love her, so I’ll be pretty disappointed if we don’t), and whether I would get to take her today or Monday, when the owner will be in Seattle anyway. It unnerves me when things are unsettled, but it’s a good kind of unsettled – it’s exciting, because I’m about 90% sure she’ll be it. Maybe 95%. Anyway, with all this excitement, I woke up at 6:30 this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I basically had a protein bar and a few cups of coffee and have been cleaning like a maniac ever since. Seriously – I vacuumed the baseboards. I never do that. I probably should. They don’t stay super clean all by themselves.

I also went to Mud Bay and picked up some grain-free, high protein dog treats, so I can offer one to Bella when I meet her – I want her to associate me with good things, and dogs are very food-driven (like me!). Oh, and did I mention her birthday is a week before mine? How cute is that? We can have a joint birthday party! I’m going to be a crazy dog lady, it’s already starting.


I’ve also been thinking about names. Bella is a really cute name, but I worry that 1) I will be embarrassed at the dog park because I may appear to be a teenage girl obsessed with Twilight, and more importantly, 2) Bella is one of the most common dog names these days, especially for Labs. I wouldn’t want there to be fourteen other Bellas who come running when I call her. So, I was toying with Mocha (which my mom vetoed because her puppy Coco’s full name is Coco Mocha) or Sasha (because the Russian nickname for my full name, Alexandra, is Sasha, and my best friend thought it would be funny). My favorite chocolate Lab name is Godiva, but my mom and I already had a dog named Godiva who passed away a few years ago, so I thought it would be wrong somehow.


The original Godiva, lookin’ like a movie star.

My mom suggested I name her Godiva anyway – Godiva II. The first Godiva wasn’t my dog, she was the family dog. I’m toying with the idea. I really do love the name, and it would be nice to have another Diva-Girl running around.

I’m going to go look up dog-friendly restaurants in Seattle now, just in case I get to take her home tonight and my friend wants to go to dinner (I’m going to offer, since she’s nice enough to drive me and let the dog ride in her relatively new car). Wish me luck, and send happy dog-related thoughts!


Changes prompted by other people’s changes, and other updates.

A male friend – with whom I have a slightly strange, complicated, long-term relationship that isn’t a “relationship” – is moving to New York. He apparently got a promotion, complete with a transfer to one of the best cities in the world. Hearing his tremendous news made me want to punch things. That, and win the lottery, quit my job, and move to Paris, just to one-up him. Oh, and lose 20 lbs.

But really. I’m happy for him.


Anyway, I also decided this week that I’m finally going to get a dog. I’ve been toying with the idea for a few years now and never felt like it was quite right, but I woke up on Wednesday and  realized there was no good reason I couldn’t just get a dog now. I would do it eventually. Sure, a dog will make my life a little more challenging, but it would be worth it for me. I love dogs. I’d be a good dog owner. I go out for long walks already, I need a furry walking buddy. So, I will be getting a dog, hopefully in the very near future.

I think it will take a little longer because I’m being fairly picky about breed, size, etc… I have to be, otherwise I’d end up taking home all the dogs, and I can only afford to take care of one. I’m looking for a black or chocolate Lab, 60 lbs or under, under 3 years old but not a puppy (the youngest would be 9 months). Most Labs under 60 lbs are going to be female, but I actually found two males (brothers) that I will be seeing on Saturday. I found two females online, but their current owners haven’t gotten back to me yet, so… no clue. I had no idea it would be this hard to even get a response. Le sigh.

This dog-finding mission has kept me nice and distracted for the past few days, so fortunately, the past two workdays have gone by quickly. I had been getting very bored in the mornings and eating lunch too early, then getting really ravenously hungry later in the day… unfortunate.

However, I ordered these protein bars late last week in an effort to have quick, easy, healthy breakfasts, and they just arrived yesterday afternoon. I got the all-natural line, which is made with Stevia instead of sucralose (the original line is made with sucralose). They’re actually pretty tasty, but my favorite part is that they kept me full all morning, for once. I had lunch close to 1 and I wasn’t even hungry yet. I’m going to try a few more flavors, but I’m really excited about these babies. More excited than any sane person should be about protein bars.

I also finally got a walking/jogging hat today, after learning my lesson the hard way by being caught in a torrential downpour during my walk yesterday afternoon and having to turn back early. It was awkward to be on the trail trying to hold down my hood while the properly clad runners zoomed by with their waterproof-looking hats and superior looks on their faces. Pshh. Whatever, runners. None of you have awesome pink shoes.

Tomorrow’s Friday. Fridays are wonderful. Almost as wonderful as Saturdays.