The #fur is really #blurring tonight. Non-stop action. #bluroffur #diego #onofre
Haven’t been swimming much, either at the pool or down at the Cove. Haven’t been out of town, for business or otherwise. The depth of the dust on the lenses of the various camera could probably determine how long it’s been since I’ve had them out. Couldn’t even get up the motivation to go cheer for Cal at Crew Classic. Gotta get Diego to go hunt me down some motivation and bring it back here.
Quick Trip and Another Sunrise
Randy and I made a quick visit to the central coast this weekend, marred only by Diego getting something in his eye and requiring a visit to the local vet in Pismo Beach. He’s doing fine though, and I was able to grab this video before he became high maintenance.
Over the years Pongo’s black spots became grey. The mollies all gradually change their colors, with gold and black and white all shifting back and forth, and one even recently showing a bit of turquoise. Looking through some old photos this morning though I noticed that Diego, the ultimate white fluffy puppy, still looks pretty much the same as the day we brought him home, four and a half years ago. He’s almost six years old and still has the same coloring as that day back in 2008. I’m so jealous.
The family (two humans, one dog, seven fish and a lot of plants) is back in Casa with the fishies finally rejoining us today.
Everything that was supposed to survive the fumigation did. The things that were supposed to die either escaped or had the good manners to die in the walls. We actually never saw much of a problem, but we know that other units had issues, and we were in no position to stand in front of the condo board and fight for termite rights when it was decided to tent the whole neighborhood.
The only thing close to drama was when the aquarium filter refused to restart after the move back to Casa Saturday afternoon. We don’t weep for replaceable tech though. We celebrate the opportunity for an upgrade with gusto and use the opportunity to make certain every piece of electrics and electronics here knows that they’d better behave to survive.
Feeling Left Out
Diego spent yesterday getting groomed, shampooed and generally pampered.
Bud and Sid, the surviving mollies, got their tank cleaned and water freshened this afternoon.
I’m noticing a disturbing trend that involves everyone but me. I sense the need for a massage in the very near future.
No one seems to be getting back to me on anything today, which makes for a nice recovery day. We made the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 last night, which was a very good movie, but it kept me up until 3ish, and then Diego alerted us to a ninja intruder at around 6ish. Siesta will necessarily be longer than usual.
No Spa Day
Randy’s texting me his impressions on today’s mineral water spa treatment in Boston.
Diego would be texting me from his spa if he had thumbs, gloating about how much prettier he feels when he gets his dew claws done.
I’m just hanging out ripping out the old caulking from the master bath. Right now I’m think about what that’s done to my hands (paint thinner? you’re soaking in it dear), but I wasn’t when I started typing this post.
Originally we headed somewhere mid-June for a two-fold celebration: school being out (and the start of Spinner‘s summer vacation) and Spinner’s birthday. Then we got married on vacation in June 2008, which made 2009 and 2010 a threefer when you include the anniversary celebration. Now with budget cuts school gets out much earlier, so the vacation is back to being a twofer, but this year we’re back at The Cliffs. Five days and four nights walking distance to the beach with the dog. Do you think he’ll be happy? I think he’ll be happy.
Two new observations on Diego:
– For a dog who’s fearless against ninjas and creatures of the night, he sure becomes a sniveling coward in the face of thunder and lightning pretty fast.
– It didn’t take him long to learn how to make his own fun by dropping his tennis ball down the stairs.