These were taken yesterday whilst Buddy and I were out and about, mostly in the city's back alleys which I love. Except in the winter. These are a mess in the winter when we get piles of snow and ruts of ice and the cars you see peeking out can't actually get out. And there's nowhere to put the snow you're shoveling. Other than that, the alleys are pretty swell.
Also, Not My Problem. I have indoor parking for the first time ever and I plan on never going back to scraping layers of ice off my car every time I want to go get a carton of milk. But I digress.
Alleys are pretty this time of year.
The Private Lane 15 sign intrigued me, and only made me a) want to
trespass (which I did to take the photo) and, b) want to go on a quest
to find Private Lane 1 through 14. And beyond.
Watch this and you'll get some idea of what I put up with every day, living with the world's most ridiculous dog.
He clearly wants something. I know what it is, because I've lived with him for 9 1/2 years, but see if you can figure it out.
He's communicating with his eyes, and as you'll see at one point, his snout.
The scene: I am on the couch, trying to read, as he sits at my feet and stares, and shifts, and snorts. I know from experience that if I ignore him, he'll woof deep in his throat, tiny restrained woofs that blow out his cheeks. Those will turn into sharp barks that show me how disgusted he is by my lethargy to act now right now I've been patient enough, woman, and I lack opposable thumbs we've been over this!
Did you figure out what was bugging him?
I honestly think, seriously believe, that my dog has OCD.
A Novel Woman, AKA Pamela Patchet, was unwittingly born and raised in Toronto instead of Paris. She worked her way from A&W carhop to political advisor to advertising executive where, on any given day, she was called upon to soothe disgruntled clients, cajole temperamental artists, juggle multi-million dollar budgets or locate trained penguins for television commercials. She married a handsome dentist for love and a lifetime of free dental care, raised three kids, and established a freelance writing career, not unlike her earlier jobs, minus the penguins.