12.31.2013
kissams in london- day 3- 24
kissams in london- day 3- 25
kissams in london- day 3- 26
12.30.2013
kissams in london- day 2- 1
kissams in london- day 2- 9
kissams in london- day 2- 10
kissams in london- day 2- 11
kissams in london- day 2- 12
12.29.2013
kissams in london- day 1 -1
kissams in london- day 1 -3
kissams in london- day 1 -7
kissams in london- day 1 -11
kissams in london- day 1 -12
kissams in london- day 1 -14
11.03.2013
Halloween 2013.1
my halloween started with some left over face paint, and a little prankish encouragement left over from lauren t.
Halloween 2013.3
a better makeup job in the morning. but i forgot my hat at school. how embarrassing.
Halloween 2013.8
it's a bummer when your broom breaks down and you have to take the bus with such a rough crowd. . . mostly princesses and power rangers.
10.31.2013
a completely decent day
fun face paint at school, fun plans for dinner and movie later. . . just a quick dog walk and routine swing by the vet to pick up some medicine.
sometimes you can walk into the vet’s office and come face to face with one of your worst fears,
i forgot.
there was a woman and her mother, and she was cradling a very sick dog. i couldn’t understand any of what the doctors were telling her. i have no idea what was wrong with her dog, and the dog wasn’t making any noises, but the woman was crying, sobbing and saying one word over and over. i understood that word, though the way she said it- i wouldn’t have to learn korean to understand it. over and over- “what should i do? how do i?”
her cracking voice was breaking my heart while the vet set up glitchy’s prescription. i glanced over and noticed that she wrapped her dog in a shirt. i imagined the frantic scene that preceded her arrival at the vet.
i looked up again and noticed something else in the room. fear, pain, and suffering stood there. it looked away from the woman for a moment to nod in my direction, as if to say, “cute dog. guess i’ll be seeing you later.”
i nodded back, as if to say, “i know.”
10.28.2013
the best hour
it’s dark out when i wake up these days. the sun used to help me rise, but now it’s chilly and dark. this morning my blanket wasn’t situated ideally. there was a chill seeping in. i thought to adjust it, but realizing i was mostly conscience, i figured my alarm would soon sound.
not worth it to get cozy and warm.
i turned over to check the time. there was still a whole hour till it was time to get up. i adjusted the blanket, rolled over into a dreamily comfy position and closed my eyes.
as i lilted back to sleep i thought how perfect it would be for my dog to curl up near my legs as she often does.
as if she read my thoughts, she jumped up and nestled in near my knees.
the warmth magnified, and i fell back asleep for another beautiful hour.
5.05.2013
fuzzy cute
so, you may be familiar with my past troubles in getting a decent haircut here in korea. i constantly get the same too-short haircut. no matter how i describe that i only want a trim or even if the hairdresser speaks english, my simple trim turns out to be the same lame cut, and when that doesn’t happen, there’s the possibility of ending up a blond. it’s been difficult to grow my hair much longer and i’ve taken to cutting my own hair. however, my bad luck is now affecting my poor dog.
here was my sweet, happy-go-lucky, ‘hobo clown dog’ saturday morning.
her fur had started to mat in places, and well, it’s getting warmer. so i decided to take her in for a grooming. i had a short discussion with the groomer. she wanted to give her a schnauzer look, and i was fine with that. she pointed to a dog that had been shaved and i emphatically shook my head no, and told her just a trim.
ugly cute
sorry glitchy!
well, they did find a skin irritation, so maybe they felt they had to shave her to find all of it.. . . but still. . .
her silvery coat is even more apparent now. but gone is my fluffy sweety. . . and for the next few months, i have a sleek, perpetually grumpy looking wilford brimely dog.
it hasn’t affected her popularity. we spent the day at the street art festival, and she was constantly mobbed by people wanting to say hi and pet her.
