South of Sunnyside

Today I learned two interesting lessons:

1. The missing sock isn’t always lost in the dryer.
2. A persistent puppy will consume anything…even if her stomach has already refused to process it.

I’ll let you connect the dots.

Well, don’t take my word for it. Let the photos speak for themselves.

On Wednesday night, Kim returned to her office downtown after a late meeting in Corcoran to retrieve her car. It was late, it was dark, and she already has a soft spot for strays; when she saw the puppy in the photos attached she couldn’t help but pick her up. She called me from the driveway to come outside, and I couldn’t turn her away.

We already have three dogs.

I’ve temporarily named this one Chunk (Kim thought Chubs just wasn’t appropriate), and she’s slept in our bedroom the last two nights. But she needs a home where she doesn’t have to compete for attention with as many needy canines—so if you’ve been looking for the perfect Christmas gift, look no further.

We don’t know what breed chunk is (I’m guessing some sort of boxer terrier mix), but she’s very young. She loves to play, gets along well with other dogs, sleeps through the night, and is well on her way to being housebroken. She likes to be near people (especially when sleeping) and will bring a lot of love to whomever welcomes her in.

Please, someone, take her in…

Kim and I have begun semi-regular evening walks with the dogs; it’s good exercise (for us more than the dogs), it’s good stress relief, and it’s great for our relationship.

Last night, as we walked toward California Ave., we noticed that things seemed a bit brighter than before. Evidently, the good folks at the city decided we could have (street) light again! We’ve now gone two whole days without wire theft…

The route we’ve been taking is a bit depressing, as several of the homes across the street are not only abandoned, but they look as though someone has been taking advantage of the vacancies, which is a big safety concern for us. We’ve also noticed that another house on our loop looks as though it’s about to be left for dead: the grass and weed mixture is knee-high and dying, there are dozens of boxes piled high outside of the door, and yet there is no “for sale” sign.

I imagine, given the financial collapses of the last week or so, we’re in for a longer ride that we’d hoped.