June 21, 2009

Every weekend is now pretty much the same as every other: we get our fingers bitten by dogs (this time Rufus got my finger), and then we kiss to make it feel better. There’s comfort in normalcy.

June 10, 2009

Looks like we’ll have to add the following tidbit of info to our growing body of knowledge about doggy behaviour: puppies have sharp teeth, and they ain’t afraid to use ‘em to chew fingers. And Lauras.

See?

June 02, 2009

Laura quit her job last week at almost the same time that my course ended. Now that we’re back to being unemployed, things couldn’t be sweeter. I spend entire days down by the river with the dogs, and she spends her time planning trips to far away places. This summer she’s heading to South-East Asia.

As to not be outdone, I’m trying to find an exotic destination of my own to visit this summer. On a budget. With two dogs. Thunder Bay? Newfoundland? Any suggestions …

May 27, 2009

The weekend was picture perfect. First, I made lovers throw off their shoes, jump into creeks, jab the evening air with pitchforks, and climb trees laughing. And next day it was time for a little ad-hoc photo show on Jason Shim’s back deck — the whole day was full of beers, mutts, and everything wonderful. We all need more pretty pictures in our lives.

May 24, 2009

Laura is going away in a few weeks, leaving me alone with two furry monsters. She’s starting school at Nipissing in the fall, but first she’s going on a whirlwind world tour. So the long weekend was our only chance to drive up to North Bay to find her a place to live.

We may have found more than we bargained for — turns out that North Bay is crazy town.

The windchill made the temperature drop below zero as we pulled into town. At the first place we went to see, old grannies watched us suspiciously from their glass-enclosed porches. They were chain smoking vigorously. “All the neighbours here watch out for one another,” the landlord said. “Umm … no, thanks,” we said.

We took a break and headed downtown when we noticed a strange patter emerge: every single male in the city seems to have been produced on the same assembly line. They all had a mustache, rotund faces, and baseball caps. They all seemed to be heading towards the bush to catch some moose, or to the back of the unemployment line.

“Well, there’s no chance of me cheating on you while I’m away,” Laura said.

We spent the rest of the day eating cabbage rolls and hiking through Nipissing’s abandoned campus before huddling back in our motel room to hide from the oncoming winter snowstorm.

“Oh, you’ll have fun here,” I said to Laura, who hates all things cold, empty, distant, cabbagy, and with facial hair and baseball caps.

On the up side, we got some awesome photos. And the puppies were awesome.