Dog Days

On a lighter note, my doggie came to live with me last week. She stayed with my ex when I left to come to LA because my apartment was old and tiny and disgusting and she has allergies and some stress issues. So I missed her immensely counting the days until I could live with her again. She's acclimating nicely. She loves the balcony and sitting for hours in the sun breathing in the salty ocean air. She barks at a couple of dogs she's already decided she doesn't like. She has her favorite spots to tinkle and poo and she loves to piddle around and sniff everything she can on our walks. I took her to the beach the other day and let her just walk around out there. She's okay with the beach, but she's no "beach dog." She's more of a frou-frou city dog sans the little jackets and shoes because, let's face it, that's just sad. For the last few days I've been trying to get her to sit with me on the sofa and snuggle with me in bed like she used to but she was maintaining her distance sitting on the floor and sleeping at the foot of the bed. But last night all that changed; she spent the evening with me watching "The New Adventures of Old Christine" (every divorced woman's staple!) while sipping wine (also a staple!) and then she snuggled with me in bed. I was so happy. I woke up this morning to my old friend all bouncy and happy and prancing around in bed and doing that tiny growly thing she does when she wants me to get up and let her outside. She's just lovely and I am so happy to live with my friend again.