***This is Calilou, my buddy.***
I played hockey tonight for the first time in a few months, and only the third time in the past 14 months. Time flies! I've been running and of course riding my bike. Nothing, though, prepares you to go skate your butt off except, well, skating your butt off. I'll sleep well tonight. Wish me luck getting up in the morning!
I dogsat this past weekend. That's her, above Calilou. She's an Akita, nine months, about 80 pounds. Cal, or as I sometimes call her, "Calilouuuuuuu"--pretty much howling the "louuuuuu" part--is a pretty darned good dog for her age. The first night she was slightly restless, though not terribly. She did wake me up at straight-up 4am by licking my face and getting into a play posture once my eyes opened. Uh, no. She did it again at 6am. Uh, no. Now, 730am . . . okay! That was Thursday night, and the following two nights she was right at home and slept through the night. I brought up Bernie's bed for her, and to my surprise, Cal actually used it! Dogs are so cute curled up on a bed.
All in all, she reminded me a lot of Bernie. Her face, her size, her mannerisms, her tendency to sleep under furniture--creating her own den, basically--her insistence on following me from room to room, up the stairs and back down the stairs, etc. We walked a lot. She's a pretty good walker! That it was really hot here on Friday and Saturday helped matters, calming her down a lot. She was a hot dog. I really enjoyed having her. She's my buddy.
And of course, it made me consider getting a dog. I miss having one. My home is boring! Alas, there's lots going on and I have some other decisions to make before I go down the path of puppy pleasure. Besides, I still really enjoy being able to, say, stay at work late then go straight to hockey without having to worry about a lonely, beautiful creature waiting for me at home! So dogless now I am, once again.
The end.
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