Here's an update on Sophie, one of my clients from a hundred years ago. Hold on to your knickers...

"Well, I have reached a new low. Miss Muffit has never been a good eater, as you know. She sort of grazes, but rarely eats in any sort of a regular pattern. Which makes lots of stuff (training, anticipating potty needs, medications, etc) rather challenging. Anyway, she decided to go on a
bit of a hunger strike this week. It has happened before, and we have found ourselves changing her food each time in an effort to get her to eat. This has been the best that the vet has come up with. Needless to say, she will gladly devour anything that mommy and daddy are eating - she just turns
her snout up at her own food. So, it had been three days as of last night, and she still had not eaten her food. I knew the vet wanted her back today if she still had not eaten it. She was starting to get a little possessive of it, but would not touch it. I had just come home from a work party and
was eating some leftovers in the kitchen. And, of course, she was sitting as pretty as can be with the drool dripping from her mouth as she watched me. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and - yes - I did it: got down on my hands and knees and had a small bite of her dry food.

I will give her this: it does taste like crap. But, she ate it right up after that. I hope this
does not set her back too far developmentally.

So, following that little "Down and Out in Beverly Hills" moment, Sophie and I retired for the evening.

Nick Nolte ain't got nothin' on me, baby."

hey dorks,

i'm getting ready to move to the BK on friday, so i'll be putting you all on the back burner, as they say. don't be mad and vindictive- mother has to live her life just like everybody else.

if anyone needs a dog trainer extraordinaire in the ft. greene/williamsburg/clinton hill/brooklyn heights area, tell 'em to email me at m@dropthatsock.com

i'll be packing and moving and organizing the possessions i have collected throughout my over-a-quarter-of-a-century lifetime, which contains an awful lot of decorative beaded fruit, sadly.

i'm off to listen to bruce springsteen with a dirty paintbrush surgically attached to my hand.

bye.
m

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so, i'd like to make an announcement...

i'm 28. twenty-eight, veinteocho and venteotto. this all happened yesterday, around 4 in the p.m.

i'm telling you all this thing, not so you can email me happybirthdays, but to let you in on a fantastic fact;

this is probably my best year in existence so far. i know some of you know about my getting separated from james earlier this year, which was like nervous-breakdownish for me, and starting a totally different, different life for myself was both stressful and exciting, besides being hellish and confusing. but i'm 28 yesterday and i can't remember when i've been more healthy and proud of myself until now. i've worked really hard to get to this place, and it's not perfect by any means but along with all the stuff i've done for myself, i have a deep, dark-in-a-good-way love in my everyday life who understands my brain and its malfunctions, who loves to sleep until 3 in the afternoon like i like to, and who takes care of me when my doctor collapses both of my lungs and sends me to the emergency room and they spear me while i am awake and insert 2 tubes into my chest and leave me in a bed for 6 days while i'm in constant pain and high on morphine.

he's the illest, the dopest, the freshest, the fly-est.

he's a big, big deal. so here's the beans photo series, so you can act like he's your friend in your head, just like you do with me. overandout-

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