Dog turns two

I spent this weekend doing many things but the general theme was “Making My Little World a Happier Place”.
Happy Heart: On Saturday morning, I went for a little jog with the husband and dog. The sun was out and my ticker was pumping away. A four-mile jog makes my heart happy.
Happy Fish: Back at home, I finally cleaned my poor fishie’s bowl by changing the water, cleaning up the gravel, and wiping the bowl clean. It was looking pretty sad with green algae growing all over it. The fishie was sad, the water was pretty stinky, and I could barely see him through the glass bowl. But now, with some special attention, the fishie’s bowl is squeaky clean, the water is fresh, and my fishie is swimming around as happy as can be.
Happy House: The next thing on the list was to clean my own house. Laundry had to be done and things needed to be put away. Winter is great with all the snow and skiing but the poor house sure does suffer when its owner is away every weekend. So, I finished 5 loads of laundry, swept the patio, and vacuumed the floors. Ah…a clean house is a happy house.
Happy Dog: Next up, take the doggie to the park. It’s been raining a lot lately so he hasn’t been able to run free for a while. So, my brother and I drove Mr. Dog to the Irvine Dog Park but unfortunately it was closed. When we turned around, poor dog was in the back of the car crying his poor heart out, longing for a good sprint down the field. So, we decided to take him to the park in Laguna. It’s rather close to my house and was a nice large field of grass with hilly areas to roam. He took full advantage of his 30 mins there and it was nice to see that the dog is a happy one.
Happy Beakatude.
We’re a day away from the autumnal equinox and guess what? It’s raining! Sweet. Does that mean it’ll snow soon? Hm…doubtful. It’s rather balmy outside. However, the rain did bring with it a cool lightning show last night and a good washing of the streets.
Last night, Jes’ parents dropped off their dog, Zooey. He’s a German Shepherd/Malamute mix and is quite the “chicken dog”. Perhaps it was early trauma of being picked on by another more aggressive dog. Maybe it’s because he’s been living alone in a backyard all his life with very little socialization with other dogs. All I know is that he’s here with Koa, who wants to play with him really bad. Zooey doesn’t know how to handle all the attention and ends up growling or running away with his tail between his hindlegs. It’s sad really. The funny part is that I think Jes is secretly hoping that Koa will get a good beating from him. Hm…I don’t think that will happen. He’s 4 times the size of Koa but I think he’d be better off as a turtle with a shell to hide in. Well, he’ll be with us for 8 whole days so we’ll see if he grows some courage. Poor Zooey.
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