adapting and adopting
but amongst the "was up cuties" and random friend requests from bands and other folks i don't know who don't message me first, i met a girl. a cool girl who is from brooklyn and actually friends with my friend and neighbor (not to be confused with "Your Friends and Neighbors", the ultimate first date flick - "so, what character do you relate to?*" *props to dacia). she works at a coffee shop near my house and next door to my bank. after a couple of emails we exchanged numbers, phone conversations, and i stopped by her work on thursday.
now, i am sitting outside the cafe (using the wireless here because my internet "is not broken" according to the repair guy but won't work again an hour after he leaves and he screwed the cables so tight i can't unscrew them to reset it for twenty minutes like i had been doing) with sandy, drinking iced coffee, and waiting for girl to get off work. i'm taking her out to dinner and a movie. hoping to see happy endings (maggie gylenhall and a sex worker reference in the title equal quality film). don't know whether the date will have a happy ending. right now my apartment is an air mattress, a couple of chairs, and floating tumbleweeds of dog hair (not exactly romantic).
i'm working on my piece for rachel kramer bussel's upcoming anthology of lesbian firsts. this time i can put up snippets on my blog so you will all be able to enjoy some appetizers prior to purchasing the book (unlike russel kick's "everything you know about sex is wrong" out this fall). in addition to my story of my tryst with a transman at a sex conference a fall or two ago. hot hot stuff.
for the unobservant reader who didn't pick up on the hints, sandy and i are now a happy family. two shaggy bitches with hard core allergies under one roof, it's a sitcom in the making. i took her to get her hair cut on friday, but she hadn't had her kennel cough vaccine so we have to hold off for a week. we went to central houston animal hospital on saturday morning for a check-up and some vaccines and found out she has severe allergies. Turns out dogs don't get hay fever, instead they itch. and sandy is one itchy girl. so we have colloidal oatmeal shampoo and flea and tick preventative, and a spray with antihistamine and steroids to be used on itchy areas (to prevent bacterial infection and open wounds from gnawing) and she has to take 50mg (two pills) of benadryl twice a day! That's more antihistamine than i take! Oh and she loves pills. She's already skittish about eating in front of people and refuses to try cheese wrapped around pills or bread balled around pills. although a left-over chicken enchilada worked this morning, we've had a few headlock moments where i pop the pills down her throat (no fun for either of us).
Sandy is an interesting pooch. she has taken to me and now growls at anyone who approaches. this is the girl that only barked once at a peacock at the shelter. she is terrified of lightning, trucks, buses, airplanes, and my electric toothbrush (although she doesn't mind the whirl of my vibrator). she is particularly wary of men but loves cats (although they tag her on the nose more often than cuddle against her.
yesterday we went out to a friend's farm in brookshire. she got to run around and play with three teenage boys and three twenty-somethings and two adults (as well as a little lhaso with issues and two bitchy cats). she walked around their swiming pool once before leaning over and jumping in (before anyone else was in the pool). We played with her kong on a rope toy both in and out of the water (it floats!). then she snuck chicken pieces from my friend's father who was manning the grill. we discovered she knows hot to sit and shake.
i'm a proud mamma who's leaving her baby alone for the first time tonight. sorry for the gush. there may be sex to report on the morrow.