Rain, Rain, Go Away!

Another rainy day has Missaroo and me stuck inside. It's a bummer for both us us really because I enjoy getting out for a walk too. Even when I don't feel like it, walking in the sun puts a smile on my face. But today we're both pretty bummed.....

Missaroo and a Kitten too!

Missy loves cats and so do I. In fact, my mom has a cat that I found when I was in seventh grade and made my parents take in. His name is Goldie and I wish he lived here with me. But enough about my parents, remember my mom is censoring me.

I've wanted to get a cat now for a long time, but I wonder how well Missy would do with a cat. She's very happy with the whole only child thing she's got going on. She's also very energetic and might scare a cat that has been abused or a young kitten. So I've convince myself we would have to get an older cat who has a feisty side, someone who could put the good ole Missaroo in her place. She could use a quick paw to the nose now and then, especially if she's up in another cat's grill. We did live with a cat in the TC during our "in between time" but that cat was very independent and we were very much coming into his territory. This would be a much different ballgame.

Now don't worry, I won't be getting a cat anytime soon. My mom thinks I need another pet like I need a whole in my head. But anyone who's been keeping up with the blog knows I have a lot of love to give and that darn clock is ticking, and another pet might help calm it down a bit. But it would have to be the right cat.

Another problem is, I keep saying "we" as in Missy and me. I think of us as a we, I blog about us as a we, so would a cat have a chance to come into that "we"? I think Missy would love to have someone to play with. But again, I'm thinking about Missy, not the cat. Missy and I are inseparable and I worry not so much about that dynamic changing, but about a third anything coming in and feeling, like well a third wheel. Then again, maybe it would be a good thing, for both of us. It's a little unnatural how much time we spend together. Maybe it would be best for both of us to open up a bit. I would definitely have to worry about Miss being jealous, but just as much I'd have to worry about a cat feeling left out. Is there room for Missaroo and a kitten too?   

Wrapping Up Best Buds Day

I said we would do a best buds day every Friday in May. Well today is the last Friday, which meant our last best buds day. We might pick it up again, but I'm not too creative and I've run out of places to go. So here's how we spent the last one, for now:

Missy and I headed to Riverfront Park in downtown Spokane. For those of you who haven't been and aren't from here, Riverfront Park is THE place in Spokane. Everyone knows it and loves it. So we spent an hour walking around. I truly think that even on a gloomy day, Spokane is still beautiful.

Missy was happy to be somewhere we don't go too often and took the time to sniff around.

We also said hello to the ducks, but Missy was less than impressed.

Missaroo also made some friends along the way, but they weren't too receptive.

We ended up walking around for an hour before finally heading home. Then we both stopped for some lunch and a quick update on our twitter pages before we were on the go again. This time we headed to Petco. We walked around the store for about 20 minutes. We said hello to all the other animals there and even some of the people. Then back home we went. Missy got a treat for being so good all day.

By then we were both pooped so we took a nap. And that was pretty much it. I went to work after that. I'm home now and Missy is happy to be chewing on her bone. We might head out for a night stroll before bed and the long work weekend begins. We did go out in style though, doing all the things we love, together.

Overcoming Motorcycle Fears Gus the Bear Style?

Everyone at work likes to tell me, "Hey I saw you walking your dog the other day." It doesn't help that Missaroo and I live across the street from work and walk up and down a fairly busy road. So yes, everyone I work with at one time or another has seen us walk. The other day it was Chuck, one of our engineers who mentioned it. Chuck is a swell guy who I enjoy talking to. He's a good source of information especially when it comes to thinking outside the box or saving money. The conversation started out as usual and then he started asking me about my dog. I mentioned she's great but crazy and then explained her hatred of motorcycles. Then Chuck came up with a possible solution. A possible solution? I never even really had hope she'd get over the motorcycle thing, until now. Chuck asked, "have you ever let her sniff one?" Holy smokes! Nope! He mentioned how one of our other engineers has a motorcycle he drives to work a lot, ((Lance is equally as swell)) you know the place we live across the street from? Let her sniff a motorcycle, genius!

But there's a catch. Missy also barks at parked, non-running motorcycles. So there is a chance she might freak out and not get close enough to sniff one. But with this catch there is another possible solution. Let me tell you the story of Gus the Bear.

Gus the Bear is a Christmas lawn decoration that was outside his house. You know who I'm talking about it. Missy would bark at Gus and wouldn't let me anywhere near it. I even had to call him from outside his house once because Miss wouldn't let me get close enough to knock. I told him she doesn't like Gus. He said, "here I'll fix that" and he took her right up to Gus, she sniffed him and BAM! No more barking at Gus. Well, well, well. Maybe if Someone else takes the Missaroo up to a motorcycle and sniffs it we might have another BAM! on our hands. It's worth a shot. Now all we need is for the rain to stop, the bikes to come out, and a tiny favor from the love of Missy's life. Swallowing my pride in order to take a chance this might work? You bet!

The Most Adorable Thing Missaroo Does

I know I've already blogged about Missy taking her bones and treats and "burying" them throughout the apartment. You might remember I even took pictures of her hidden bones. BUT that just doesn't do any justice to how adorable she is when doing it. It's by far her at her cutest. So I finally have video of it. Even the video isn't as amazing as it is to see in person. Missaroo didn't know what to make of me following her around as she looked for a place to "hide." Needless to say, I was still surprised when I woke up this morning and felt something under my pillow. Well without further adieu, the adorable Missaroo:

Turning 25

My birthday is about two weeks away and I'm about to hit the quarter of a century mark. And to me that's pretty scary. They say 25 is the last birthday to really look forward to because your insurance goes down. Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely looking forward to my birthday, but it's the first time I've been afraid to turn another year older. I'm grateful for the life I lead. I'm happy to have a career, not a job, to be on my way to a Master's degree, and to not live at home or in Illinois. I'm also happy I have the Missaroo and that I'm able to take care of the two of us on my own. BUT I also hoped my life would be very different by now.

I had hoped by now I would be one step closer to the new priorities I discovered in the desert. (well the TC that is). Those new priorities include a family life. I don't want to move every two years to climb the ladder. I will if I have to, don't get me wrong, but I'm also tired of introducing myself and at the end of the sentence saying when my end date is. I'm just tired of moving being a defining factor in my relationships.

I don't want to live in Spokane forever, that's not the goal either. But the new goal is to find someone to build a life with and where that conjoined life takes us, I don't really care.

So, I'm turning 25. I feel like I'm rather successful in my own little way and yet I am so far away from my own personal goals it feels like a disappointment. The worst part is I don't have the slightest clue on how to achieve that goal. I thought maybe potentials would see my Master's degree as me trying to settle down. That didn't seem to work. I've tried learning to cook and become all things domestic as a way of showing I am at the very least, girlfriend material. That didn't work. And see the thing is, I can't completely put aside my ambition. I was just hoping to find someone as ambitious who would give me a new definition of success, ours together. And I did for the first time in my journey find someone as ambitious as me. That still didn't work. So it's back to the miss-adventures of me and the Missaroo. I'm turning 25 soon as a single dog mom and I'm hitching my ambition to her. Trying to make her famous one blog and facebook update at a time.

No Really, Greenie is Loved to Death

I'm not really sure how well the sound works on these videos, but I really hope this captures the essence of the squeak toy. So far Greenie has lost his head, his tail. and one of the squeakers. And yet even as I sit here, I can hear the squeak of Greenie behind me. Always.