In other news...

So enough about the house and my need to transform it for a while. What else is going on?  Well, for starters, SEbastian is now a murderer. Well, ok, he didn't mean to, so maybe it was birdslaughter. Last Sunday morning, I let him outside and went back to lay down (it was 7 am!) A while later, I went to check on him and he was, of course, gone. Surrounding the hole that he dug under the fence were feathers. Feathers EVERYWHERE. A running neighbor and I searched up and down the street and I finally saw him laying low (so I wouldn't find him and snatch his treasure) on the neighbors' driveway. When he got up to greet me, I saw wings coming out of both side of his mouth. Gross. And it was still living. As I got closer, I realized I was going to have to get it out of his mouth because it was like a kid with a giant lollipop. Somehow, magically, he dropped it and it laid there too stunned to move. He was unwilling to move away from it, however, so I ended up carrying my 26 pound dog down the street. What a sight.  I went back to check on the bird and it was gone. There is no way that it lived though, after being in the jaws of my little monster!

Speaking of him, I took the dogs for their first walk in their new neighborhood. Thus far, the jungle of a backyard has been entertainment enough for them. In our 10 minute walk (that was all I could handle after you read what happened...), here is what we encountered:
1. A Saint Bernard going bonkers at the sight of us, jumping at the windows of his house, running from window to window until he finally smashed out the front window and I awkwardly skittered off (do I say sorry? I didn't know what to do!)
2. As we turn the corner from this, I see a person in the distance and already dread what is coming. Everyone always wants to pet Zoe, who hates nothing more than this. It always leads to an uncomfortable situation. As I get closer, I see that it is a barefoot woman, smoking and drinking a Mello Yello. I didn't realize Mello Yello still exists. Upon her first words, it is obvious that she is french: "Ohhh zee little one! She is zo cute!  I have zee pomer-hainian in the zee window. Zee?" And there is a yapping pomeranian, indeed, doing somersaults over the top of her sofa in the window. I try to move on as fast as I can.
3. As we turn the NEXT corner, I feel that someone is following us. We don't have sidewalks, so you are pretty close to the cars. I can feel a car slowing down beside me and I hear "Look who it is!"  It is the elderly couple from next door. They proceed to drive at my (walking) speed next to me, chatting with me until I finally reach my driveway. In the conversation, we discussed that, yes, for the 3rd time, my dogs are spayed and neutered, and yes, it is a "good thing they are".
Needless to say, the next "walk" will be back to Wheeler park, where I can sit at a picnic table and watch the dogs do their thing.

On another note, I love this time of year when I am just getting out of school and get to catch up with my best friends. It happens during winter, spring, and best of all, summer break. Yesterday, I met up with Daisy at Ruby Tuesdays. Today, Julie and I went to Northstar Cafe in the Short North. It had always come highly recommended (especially from a blog I follow (see the link on the left for Breakfast with Nick). It was a really minimalist, contemporary design with a simple menu. I couldn't decide between the ricotta pancakes and the ham and cheese scone. The cashier was nice enough to let me in on a little secret: the scones are so delicious that they routinely run out of them before 10:00. Well, at 10:15, I bought the last one. I wasn't sorry. And since I made such a fuss over it being my first time and I wanted to try everything, he sent over a plate of pancakes for us to try!  What fabulous service (my favorite quality in any store). I also had a strawberry smoothie. Not the cheapest breakfast I ever had (9.54 for the scone and smoothie) but it was worth it!  We hit up a few of my favorite stores down there, like Undone and Lulu, picking up a summer getup with my Lulu gift card.

Last....I still don't have a summer job. I don't know why I thought it would be easy. It is not. I have had a few failed attempts, and at this point, is it worth getting a job for 6 weeks?  Any more suggestions?

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