Reality Check

Well, my NYC days are numbered, so I decided to play hookie one day and wander about Manhattan.
I started with an early lunch at Serendipity 3. They are famous for this frozen hot chocolate, and I was in the mood for something sweet. It was delish.


Then I wandered farther up on the east side to the ASPCA. I loved their van!


The facilities there are really wonderful. The dogs are in glass rooms with glass doors, which must help with sound control. There were some puppies that were adorable and surprisingly just a couple pit bulls. One pit, was recovering from surgery on her leg and dealing with cardio myopathy due to a bad heart valve, just like my late 102. I wonder if she would be allowed to have surgery at Colorado State University, like my dalmatian did, or would she be turned away cuz she's a pit?

I left and decided to visit Animal Care & Control way way up on the upper east side.
On the way, I realized my camera phone had 101 pictures. I knew I would know what the 102nd picture would be... I would just have to wait.

Ah, got it. Picture 102 of 102.
East 102nd Street! :heart:


Walking to AC&C, I noticed changes: changes in the neighborhood characteristics, the AC&C van vs. the "Dog Mobile", and how different the facilities were (it reminded me of a police precinct).


Inside it was chaos. Numbers. Lines. Phones ringing. People dropping off dogs. Ugh.
There were 19 dogs. 18 pit bulls and 1 shepard. One barked the entire time I was there, which was a long time. The pit next to it, howled the entire time. One pit looked just like my Annabelle. This brindle baby girl I fell in love with instantly. You know, that instant feeling you get that tells you this is an amazing dog. She seemed to know too. She came right up to the door and leaned into it, like she wished it were a person. Her sheet said that she was left abandoned in an apartment on 105th street. It even gave the apartment number.



I left feeling sick, somehow the frozen hot chocolate I had earlier turned from sweet to sour. Reality set in... who is going to adopt 18 pit bulls? God, I hope someone picks this girl:



The ASPCA definitely caters to those Manhattanites who need to be pampered throughout the adoption process and feel all warm and fuzzy about adopting an "unwanted" animal. The people that drop off animals there, because oh, they are moving, or oh woe is me, my marriage is breaking up, or we have children now and no time for the dog should have to first go through a mandatory tour of the AC&C for a dose of reality.

I left frustrated and sad...with only a small dose of hope. Showered my pit bull with kisses and snuggles. And cried.

Tuber Tuesday

Well, here goes week #9 commuting from SFO to NYC! I'm interviewing for a SF job tomorrow though!! Having a wonderful babysitter for Annabelle (& Frosty Paws) makes leaving a bit easier, although it is still hard. I entered the late 102 into Frosty Paws photo contest. My spotted sweetie loved them too. We were on our trip to Colorado for her surgery - she decided to help mom back.

I'm in a missing 102 kinda mood....going through photos... here's one from her last birthday party in LA. She had a hematoma on her ear, thus the fancy party hat! :)

What should I drive?

A car, any car, a truck, a van, anything!!! Then I could drive myself to JFK and wouldn't have to rely on flaky car services. I wouldn't have to worry about which religion the driver of the car service is, because some won't let animals in their cars, wtf? Why did my car get stolen, why?! why?! why?!

Last night, I packed my big suitcase full of stuff I want to move back to California. I figured each trip home, I'll do this, and in the end, it will be less expensive to permanently move back home. I put the suitcase into the hallway while Annabelle was sleeping, so she wouldn't know that I'm going on a trip. Success! She woke up & trotted over to me just as I was closing the door!

I woke up at 5am, enough time to snuggle with thee pooch before the car picked me up at 6. I moved my other little bag and backpack into the hall, and she didn't notice a thing. Then I realized, oh NO! The sitter is coming at 7:30 to pick her up and her collar & leash are in the kitchen. Just picking those up and hanging them by the door, in their normal spot, thru her into a hysteria, because she had one word on her mind and one word only, and that word was OUTSIDE. I tried to go with the flow of our normal routine, giving her some peanut butter in her dish & heading out the door.

THE MISTAKE: she heard me rolling the suitcase out the door. Then it hit her, not only was she NOT going for a walk, I am leaving her. She then proceeded to hyper-ventilate and bark nonstop. From 6AM to 6:40, I stood outside, in the rain, waiting for the damn car to pick me up, listening to the dog freak out, going inside attempt to calm her down, lay in bed pretending to be asleep (didn't work) apologizing repeatedly to the upstairs neighbors, who finally said they were going to the gym because they couldn't take it anymore. Repeat, repeat, repeat for 40 minutes.

I had to leave the big suitcase of stuff at home, because there would be no time to check it. I made it to the airport just in time to make the flight. And to call the sitter and ask him to please check for stress shits around the house.

What would a Dalmatian drive?

I don't have much to say, so I guess I'll blog about bugs!

I spotted (haha) this bug on Hwy 1 on my way home a few years ago:

Yes, it's dalmatian bug....and yes, that's the most beautiful commute home a person could have.

I am such a good stalker, I found out that this person a) lives somewhere off Fassler Ave in Pacifica and b) parks everyday at Colma BART. Mind you, I'm not crazy or anything, it's just that when I see spots, I go just a little INSANE!! :)

I only left this guy like one, maybe two notes on his car... and a picture of my dalmatian.

And an invitation to her party.

I bet he misses me now that I moved to NY.

What would Barbie drive?

i saw this bug in miami. i really want it. it's my parent's fault, i swear. they didn't buy me enough barbie stuff growing up.

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