the mope

Have you ever heard of a moping dog? Neither have I, until recently that is. For awhile I thought Boomer was just sick, or something. He'd hide under the couch or the ottoman all day, venturing into the light only when hunger struck or he had to pee. I kid you not. Any coaxing was futile. He would NOT. COME. OUT. That is, until Josh got home and then everything was suddenly okay again. With Josh being gone so often and for so long, I think Boomer is missing the Alpha. Such it has been everyday this week. It has gotten so pathetic and sad that I just can't take it anymore. In hopes of lifting Boomer's spirits, and mine too, I thought it would be a good idea to take us to Silverdale Whaling Days.

I'm not moping.....

I'm NOT.

I've been looking forward to this event ever since I moved here. I mean, come on, there is a sign that advertises it all year long and it's a 39 year old tradition. It was a moral obligation. Or more like a moral test- it was so crowded and, thanks to the tides, so stinky that it wasn't much fun at all. Boomer found it necessary to display his leg-hiking prowess and pee on everything vertical. Including my leg (luckily I pushed him away mid-stream, avoiding a potentially very embarrassing, and very messy situation.) In sum, it was a typical street fair, nothing spectacular, cliche indian jewelry stands included.

So my brilliant plan failed. He moped up until about five minutes ago when he decided his time was better spent tossing owl and helping me type. I think he figured out that Josh is busy tonight, which is sad, because there will be no one here to read to us. 

In other news, I repeat myself when I ask, does it bother anyone else when we live in this supposed culture of "diversity" and the minute you try to be something other than what society defines as "diverse"  you are accused of being narrow minded? I'm sorry my lifestyle isn't on your guys' checklist. My bad. For some reason, this issue has really been bothering me. I also found some not so great pictures of a friend on the internet last night. There is nothing more disheartening than seeing horrible pictures of a friend you have been trying to help, upon their own request. Sometimes, it makes me wonder if my effort is in vain.