I guess there were thousands of attractive women at the Dyke March in San Francisco today. I wouldn't know. I was busy entertaining three dogs while their human companions went off girl watching and I stayed home to be the designated dog sitter. Along with my own four. So, while everyone else was off having a fab time being a lesbian, I was home preparing different foods for different dogs and picking up poop in the yard. I coulda left them at home and raced off in my dog dinged 501's and cut off T with my tattoo flirting out from under the shortened sleeve to join the throngs of oversexed bodies in the chill of Dolores Park, but it's Ok, I just stayed home stoically.
Instead, I loaded seven dogs up in my station wagon (yeah, a typical dog owners car, but not a friggin' Subaru) and headed down to the landfill where a gentle breeze and a golden light ebbed into the Bay.
The cockapoo, mini poodle, chihuahua mix, corgi mix, papillon mix, pure border collie and the legendary Oscar caroused and ran in the warm air and had no freakin' idea what sacrifice I had made for them. I mumbled and pouted that I was missing out and that everyone else was off having a fab time, and I was stuck - with what? Some fur on a Saturday night in late June. They didn't respond. Truth is, they already knew. I was exactly where I wanted to be.
I went to the Twin Cities Pride Parade and Festival yesterday and showed off my new upper left arm tattoo. Smile. Kitty was not happy that I had to leave her at home.
Love that photo of the dogs.
Posted by: Deb in Minnesota | June 30, 2008 at 08:04 AM
So, inquiring minds wanna know - where's the photo of the new tat???
Posted by: Jill | June 30, 2008 at 04:44 PM