woof blitzer

i have been too busy to blog. T.B.T.B. no excuse, i know, but i just must say that at least 2 times a day, i think: "that's what i'll write!" and then, the next day, i forget what it was that i was going to write. anyway, i have had 2 very strange dreams in the last 2 nights. i won't go into the details, because i think there's only one person i know who really ever seems to patiently listen to me tell my dreams. but i will tell you that one of them featured a red dog, i guess an irish setter, who was all wet, and seemed all the way a normal setter, except its face had a bill. like a long, extended duck bill. then, last night, i had a dream where a dog was a boy, or a boy was a dog. he was a bad seed. he was standing on his back legs, and was very much a boy, but he had a soft coat all over his body and he had his head turned to the side, as if someone ran over a dog in a cartoon, the way the dog would look on the cement: flat, with its face turned to one side. this dog/boy kept bullying me the whole time. with its little whiskery chin and saying things and growling. and then i realized that this dog/boy meant business, that his attitude was just foreshadowing some explosion to come. lots of people were there, in a weird half-framed house that i apparently lived in. my mom was there and some of her friends were there. i can tell you exactly what it means, but i won't. i think the story is better than the meaning. so that was my dog/boy/duck dreaming series of the last 2 days. i am off in a half-hour to pick up my actual dog from her appointment. she had a haircut and a bath today at an upscale dog lounge. well, for her it's upscale, because she usually eats poop in the backyard and walks around barefoot all the time, so i think that this place, with its bakery display of dog cookies is probably the ritz-carlton as far as she's concerned. and she's not one of those little chippy dogs that everyone is toting around these days. she's a great, normal dog-shaped dog of nearly 50 pounds. she doesn't have a duckbill, and she doesn't bully me. well, not in the sense of her being MEAN. she does sort of coerce me into giving her all manner of chewies and grapes and stuff, but she's never mean. she's never touched me with a tooth or anything. she is, in fact, the greatest dog that has ever lived, if you ask me. and that is not her photo. i would never exploit her like that. in fact, that dog in the photo has folded felt feet.