Zeh Crepes Are Coming!
Crepes? Oui, si vous plais.
“14th Street is about to get totally crepe-tastic. In what appears to be a remarkable coincidence, not one but two creperies are set to open up across from each other at the corner of 14th and S streets.” – Reblogged from 14th and You .
Poop Be Damned
So Betty Boo can pride herself on having a face that launched… one phone call. I said screw the poop and called the humane society to find out more about this little gal. I was told that she’s what they call “special needs”. I said, “That’s ok, I was in B group in elementary school because my parents are foreign. I’ll totally help her with phonics.” That’s not the kind of “special” they meant.
At first the shelter thought it would be good for her to go to a home with an older well trained dog (like my set up) but because she’s got some emotional scars she has had some aggression issues with other dogs. The shelter thinks it would be best for her to go to a home with no other pets and an owner that can devote a lot of one on one time with her. Sadly, I don’t fit the bill.
The girl on the phone sounded like she had her act together and really cares about these animals. So I do hope that Betty Boo goes to a wonderful home that will love on her like its their job and give her all the chew toys, belly rubs and days in the park she wants. That’s how I’d do it.
Jessi Klein Newest SNL Writer
I’ve been a fan of Jessie Klein’s stand-up for a long time. Back in my NYC days I was lucky enough to see her perform a bunch at Rififi (RIP) and the Parkside Lounge. I was pleased to read that she’s the lastest addition to the SNL writing team. Hired mid-season at 34 and a lady… this keeps my motor runnin’.
Poop Poop Poop
The big guy upstairs must be laughing preee-hih-teee hard right now. Because how do we make God laugh? Make plans.
At the moment all dog adoptions plans are suspended, as Annabelle Blanche has made it crystal clear that there’s only room for three bitches in this condo… Apparently SOMEONE didn’t like it when I left this morning for work. Apparently, when you spend almost all day and night playing with SOMEONE for the past four days and then on the fifth day rationally explain to them that you’ve got work but you’ll be back promptly at 6:30pm before shutting the door behind you that’s when SOMEONE decides they don’t understand English. Apparently, even though you walked SOMEONE in the morning and were confident they did their business SOMEONE decided to unleash their SECOND and GREATER poop reserve on my lady couch to let me know just HOW upset they were that I left.
Ah yes dogs… so cute, so loving, so full of POOP. As I hit send on this latest entry Annabelle is sitting on my feet licking her front paws and passing gas. I continue to look for the hidden cameras that I am sure are somewhere in this circus condo. Production crew, reveal yourselves!
Doggies Doggies Doggies
I spent the long holiday weekend looking after Annabelle Blanche while Alaina recharged her “Y’all Battery” in Alabama. I may or may not have an unhealthy attachment to this little doggie. As I write this, I realize this is the second post I’ve written about the dog and the said unhealthy attachment. So yeah.
Today, like some kind of addict unable to recall the steps that led them to that crack house, that bar, that corner… I found myself already three pages deep into the Washington Humane Society website looking for a dog to adopt… and there I found Betty Boo. She has one black eye! Do you see that?! All cool, mischevious-but-with-a-heart-of-gold-dogs in the movies have one black eye! Like Petey from the Little Rascals!
I know that there are other huge factors to consider before adopting an animal but right now the divinely placed impish black eye renders all other criteria moot.
This is Betty Boo. She's 9 months old and will grow to be ~ 45lbs.
