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Winner Winner Lucky Dog Dinner:)
Jun. 7th, 2018 06:59 pmI keep saying, and feeling, that this dog came with a carload of karma once we got her home. The evidence just keeps piling up.
Not even she has been able to help the Mets- they lost again yesterday, wasting another solid pitching effort, but other than that it's been all good. I wrangled out of one of my court appearances yesterday (adjourned) and both of them today (one submitted on papers, one postponed by the other side filing a last-minute bankruptcy), so I wound up with plenty of unexpected time both days. Yesterday's, I spent largely with, or at least about, Pepper: I signed her up for our town's dog license (and canceled Ebony's #sads), brought her vet records over to ours so they can track her shot and med needs.... and discovered in the process that we know exactly how old she is:) We knew that the Buffalo shelter found a microchip on her when she was brought in, but that they couldn't track the owner through it. Now, though, it looks like that chip did have a readable DOB on it. So Pepper will be three on October 12th. Happy Indigenous Dog Day to you, too:)
I've also gotten her out for walkies each of the past two mornings. It's much easier now to sleep past 5 a.m. once Evil Diva Kitty gets consigned to the garage, which can happen anywhere between 3 and 5. Once up, I don't want to crawl back into bed. She wants to play, wants to get outside- and the weather's been perfect for it.
This morning, after our latest trip round the 'hood, I ran some paperwork to downtown Buffalo, and then got on the 90 for my only day this week in the 585. My go-to morning music show here was interviewing Chris Barron, lead singer and songwriter for Spin Doctors.
We have some of their music, but I've never seen them or followed them all that much- but he just sounded like a fascinating guy. He gave up his education at a very pricey New England arts school to get into the dirty business of making music for a living, and through some fortunate connections with John Popper and the rest of Blues Traveler, got some early opportunities. The band he formed somehow became legendary even before its first gig at, of all places, a Columbia University frat house. They left a microphone on the stage, didn't discover it until they'd driven all the way back to Brooklyn, and when they retrieved it, rather incognito, everyone in the house was talking about how they were the big new band in town, and how everyone had already seen them several times.
Would you out yourself to correct them? He certainly didn't- and has gone on to have an awesome career since. He was on the air because he's playing solo at a small downtown club here tonight, and then joining his fellow SD's for a gig at a nearby casino tomorrow night. The radio host had tickets for the smaller solo show tonight, as he does for just about everything, and just for giggles I punched up the autodial on the phone....
and not only got through (which I never do), but actually won one of the two pair on offer. As I pulled into our car park here, one of my coworkers, who sings professionally with her husband, pointed and woo-hoo'd because she'd heard my name announced on the air at that very moment:)
It's the dog. I'm tellin' ya.
Not even she has been able to help the Mets- they lost again yesterday, wasting another solid pitching effort, but other than that it's been all good. I wrangled out of one of my court appearances yesterday (adjourned) and both of them today (one submitted on papers, one postponed by the other side filing a last-minute bankruptcy), so I wound up with plenty of unexpected time both days. Yesterday's, I spent largely with, or at least about, Pepper: I signed her up for our town's dog license (and canceled Ebony's #sads), brought her vet records over to ours so they can track her shot and med needs.... and discovered in the process that we know exactly how old she is:) We knew that the Buffalo shelter found a microchip on her when she was brought in, but that they couldn't track the owner through it. Now, though, it looks like that chip did have a readable DOB on it. So Pepper will be three on October 12th. Happy Indigenous Dog Day to you, too:)
I've also gotten her out for walkies each of the past two mornings. It's much easier now to sleep past 5 a.m. once Evil Diva Kitty gets consigned to the garage, which can happen anywhere between 3 and 5. Once up, I don't want to crawl back into bed. She wants to play, wants to get outside- and the weather's been perfect for it.
This morning, after our latest trip round the 'hood, I ran some paperwork to downtown Buffalo, and then got on the 90 for my only day this week in the 585. My go-to morning music show here was interviewing Chris Barron, lead singer and songwriter for Spin Doctors.
We have some of their music, but I've never seen them or followed them all that much- but he just sounded like a fascinating guy. He gave up his education at a very pricey New England arts school to get into the dirty business of making music for a living, and through some fortunate connections with John Popper and the rest of Blues Traveler, got some early opportunities. The band he formed somehow became legendary even before its first gig at, of all places, a Columbia University frat house. They left a microphone on the stage, didn't discover it until they'd driven all the way back to Brooklyn, and when they retrieved it, rather incognito, everyone in the house was talking about how they were the big new band in town, and how everyone had already seen them several times.
Would you out yourself to correct them? He certainly didn't- and has gone on to have an awesome career since. He was on the air because he's playing solo at a small downtown club here tonight, and then joining his fellow SD's for a gig at a nearby casino tomorrow night. The radio host had tickets for the smaller solo show tonight, as he does for just about everything, and just for giggles I punched up the autodial on the phone....
and not only got through (which I never do), but actually won one of the two pair on offer. As I pulled into our car park here, one of my coworkers, who sings professionally with her husband, pointed and woo-hoo'd because she'd heard my name announced on the air at that very moment:)
It's the dog. I'm tellin' ya.