you may ask yourself what it feels like to be a new homeowner, have a sick dog, then experience an earthquake followed by a hurricane? it feels kind of exhausting, but on the other hand, it has really deepened my patience, my sense of humor, and my perspective on a lot of things. so: not so bad, you know?
i wrote that very sweet post about our house shortly after i found out it was ours (and i added the last paragraph when all was said and done, as i'm a little superstitious about saying something's done before it's actually done). but, you know, the actual to-do of the whole thing is...well, it's a lot to do. and, whether it's true or not, i'd like to think that i survived one of the most difficult weekends of my life last weekend.
our little buddy has had quite an under-the-weather-week which started last week, which continued into the weekend, which resulted into an urgent (and early) saturday trip to the vet, which didn't yield results, which resulted in a trip to the pet ER last night...which always sends his parents into a panic because we feel just so...responsible for him. first allergies, then it ballooned into...something else (have you ever wanted to just un-smell something? i want that so very badly). this was all pretty exciting when there was a herd of painters, plumbers, cable guys, and other assorted handymen running around the new house this weekend, and when our savings account was looking a little anemic after closing the house. woof.
but, tank is a champ, and even though the poor guy's not totally out of the woods yet, we're hopeful that he'll pull through for us. here he is, looking probably very much how he feels, in the new house. he has already staked a special spot on the stairs as his very own lookout and hangout.i think he's going to really like it there, even if the first impression wasn't exactly as we hoped it might be.
maybe it was because it was rainy, or maybe it really was fall whispering to me this weekend, but i had the urge on sunday to just make dinner. like, real dinner. in the oven. i walked over to eastern market and found the perfect little roasting chicken, ten new potatoes, some herbs, a lemon, and a bulb of garlic and got to work.
when i started the class at the corcoran this summer, i found out that for our final project we had to design, finish, and furnish a 1-story floor plan. my mind immediately jumped to my friends who were just married and expecting a baby and living in a really cool apartment in a chic neighborhood in dc. they knew they were going to stay in the apartment for a couple years (but not forever) and for that reason they wanted a room that wasn't very-very baby but rather it was pretty sophisticated, matched the rest of their apartment, and didn't require them to accumulate a whole lot of extra baby stuff.
what i didn't plan on was that a couple weeks later, they'd tell me they were moving to tampa and buying a house and going to live there instead -- i think i just yesterday picked my jaw up on the floor, but that's neither here nor there. my project remained unchanged, because even if it wasn't for them...i thought someone might be able to use an idea like this one. i wanted the space to match the rest of their house which had a soft sophistication to it, using organic elements to enhance the colors and style they had chosen.
it may be hard to believe, but that sweet little face is capable of destroying ...well, just about anything he puts his mind to. he's gone through the requisite shoe phase (but only the expensive ones--not the ones that were already worn out), various rugs, along with stranger things like hangers, remote controls, computer cords, the list goes on, etc.
it may also come as a surprise, therefore, that when he gets a toy that he has every permission to chew on, that he destroys it in sometimes as little as a few seconds. if he can't destroy it, he loses interest in it.
until one day when brad brought home the luna ball:
unbelievably, today is my last day of summer class at the corcoran. in may when i started, august seemed to be impossibly far away. here we are, anyway!
for our final project, we had to ink a complete floorplan for a 1-level home, complete with furnishings and appliances and bathroom fixtures, and on top of that we had to complete construction documents with elevations, a light plan, and beyond that we had to create a design for at least one other room in the house.
when we first got tank, to say i was hell bent on getting him a great dog bed was and understatement. brad didn't share my zeal, but much to his dismay after my repeated pleadings, he relented and i began my cross-spectrum dog bed research, from wal-mart to neiman marcus. after a lot of hemming and hawing i chose the orvis, and then the real debate began: round or square? cedar or styrofoam filling? memory foam? seriously, memory foam? tough chew cover or regular cover? i finally decided on the classic dog nest with a herringbone cover and polystrene bead stuffing, monogrammed with his name. when it arrived in the mail, it was all i could do not to run home that instant and have tank give it a try.
it wasn't love at first sight as i had hoped, with the dog bed and tank, but we worked at it and eventually he called it home. he would dig his little nest out and plop down rump-first right before he dozed off for the night, that is, until he persisted that we let him sleep in our bed with us, which while we never thought we'd do it, is kind of awesome, except for the fact that i swear to you tank grows 12 sizes at night and now we need a bigger bed. but that's neither here nor there.
all of this is to say that the dog bed i had so diligently researched and procured is now making a lovely bedside mat for me. which, if that's all i lost to get the world's most awesome puppy cuddles, is alright with me.