Gay Dogs

I have found a job for the nation of armed cats that surround us.

This morning, my friend Brian informed me of the plight of a dog in Tennessee...

Facebook Users Mount Campaign to Save 'Gay Dog' from Being Put Down by Tennessee Kill Shelterhttp://gawker.com/5980462/

My first reaction was to get the armed cats involved in the poor dogs rescue. But it looks like the little fella has already been rescued, which is great news.

I did wonder though what a gay dog would look like. So, I looked into it and I think I have some answers..

I think I am along the right lines.

Guns and Cats

 There has been a lot of debate here in the states about guns, and today there was quite a surreal article about Walmart and their ammunition sales.....

 (Reuters) - Walmart has started to limit sales of ammunition to three boxes per customer per day due to limited supplies, a spokeswoman said on Wednesday.

http://www.reuters.com/article/2013/01/30/us-usa-guns-walmart-ammunition-idUSBRE90T1ES20130130


I have no words other than. Mental. Only 3 boxes of Ammo per customer a day? What will we all do? I for one will buy more ice-cream and be done with it.


After reading this I popped onto the BBC website to see what they had for stories.  It seems Cats are total murderers. Yes, they are out there killing everything.


http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-21236690


Now, what if its the cats that have been buying all the Ammo? Do Walmart realise its the cats?

I did some research on my friend google....

 This one is just plain fed up....

 

This one didnt bother even buying a gun....

 It seems the BBC is right.

The Wrong Dog

Sometimes it all goes a bit wrong after an afternoon and evening of cocktails.

My friends Rob and Adrian are marvelous hosts and looked after me all weekend. I was fed yummy food and handed many cocktails as the day went by.

They have two dogs.

One looks like this..

This is Eddie. At about 90lbs he thinks he is a lap dog and does smelly farts.

The other one looks like this..

This is Charles. He likes to patrol the perimeter of the house and garden for anything that moves, and is baffled at Eddies insistence of sitting on peoples laps.

They look quite different don't they?

Eddie likes to go to bed in his cage as it stops him shitting everywhere in the dark hours.
Charles likes to sleep guarding your doorway to save you from anything that moves.

I went to bed so it wasnt my fault.
Charles was the one accidentally put to bed in the cage.
We all awoke to a very free roaming Eddie, and piles of shit everywhere.

Marks version of events are as follows..

"Well I was the first one up and as I entered the room I was greeted by Eddie, and I thought.. ooh thats a bit strange. Who let him out?. Then I couldnt find Charles. I called out and realised he was in the cage.
I let him out. He was ever so grateful"


The Wrong Dog got put away and did time. Our doorways were unguarded.

I live here Pt.2

So, my next mission now that I am more settled here, is to actually get out on weekends and explore.

Today I did. I drove 25mins from my apartment to a little town on the ocean called Half Moon Bay. There was a lot of excitement as the town was gearing up for tomorrow's Surfing contest - The Mavericks Invitational. So I was very happy to see lots of half naked guys padding around smiling! And....it was a lovely 68degrees and bright blue sky.

I was hungry so headed for the very busy Sam's Chowder House, and got myself a table for one, ordered fish and chips and watched the waves.

I reminded myself........I live here. I should do this more often.

Sams Chowder House..

I live here.

Everyday I make a conscious effort to remind myself that 'I live here'.

Its usually as I drive to work on the 101. The sun is usually rising and its orange glow hits the top of the cars as we head south.
Its too easy in the long busy days at work to forget I am here. I made it. Getting bogged down in the day to day stuff, I could easily take it all for granted.

It was about 9 months all in all from deciding that I needed a change to it actually happening. It was hard work, and my friends kept me going through all the ups and downs that surrounded my need to change things.

I read my friend Jo's blog yesterday - 'Dear Ella' - and she wrote to Ella quoting Andy Warhol ..

“They always say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”
-Andy Warhol

 

 This is so very true. I did.

 

I live here.

Sunday, innit

And its off to Yoga for a 10.30 class. My new years routine slowly falling into place.

90mins of pure bliss with nice mantra's from our teacher. Early in the lesson she tells us to 'clear our monkey minds'. I of course instantly picture monkeys in my head rather than clear it. Its actually a good saying. She was referring the inner chattering we have in our heads even when we are resting. So, I make a conscious effort to stop this chimp like chattering in my head.

But,
there is a lady to my left. She has a big ole perm, and she breathes like a Velociraptor.   JESUS.

She reminded me

of one of these dogs..

but with brown hair.

At the end of the class our teacher quoted during our final relaxation " think of what has gone before, and what will come ahead, and remember its not as big and as amazing as whats inside".
For me, its mostly wind, but I'll go with it.

Time to think happy thoughts from my Yoga mornings mantra....And breathe...

 Peace, out.

Googling myself....

Such Fun. I googled Laura Pepper in 'images' and these are some of the pictures that came up....

 I'm not sure what to say really. I think my favourite is the weight lifting grannie. I hope its a vision of my future I am seeing in that one. Top left is maybe how I'd look if it was 1983 and I was 45.

What to search next?
Fun times.