This past weekend we went to the shelter to measure our pending dog. He needs a crate until he’s toilet trained and accustomed to living in a home again. He’s been in the shelter for nine months and who knows where he lived before that? Anyway, we needed to measure him to make sure we got the right sized crate. Also to visit him. He was so happy to be measured because he got attention and got to get out of his cage for a bit.

You know what the best part is? His cage had a new sign on it that said “I’m adopted!” That means nobody else will get him and he’s no longer on the top of the list for euthanasia. Jon’s good at knowing what dogs are actually saying and he said that the dog was saying “SOMEBODY FINALLY LOVES DOG ITS FUN”

I just got an email from the dog lady saying that she’s picking up today to take him for his heartworm treatment. He’s really going to be our The Dog! So I feel like it’s ok to show everybody what he looks like now. He looks like a dog who ought to be our The Dog. He was the biggest dog in the shelter. I swear I didn’t pick him out for that reason, but it was a bonus.

He won’t get to go home with us until the treatment is finished, December 31st or January 1st. A new year’s dog like that ought to be named Janus, the two headed-dog. If he had a third head he could be Cerberus. But Janus won’t work because everyone will think he’s a girl dog named Janice.


Nails in Heaven

I was looking at a picture Jon drew for me shortly after Buddy passed away. This time I noticed a nice detail- Buddy’s nails are too long, just as they perpetually were in life. He was horrible about having his feet touched and clipping his nails ourselves was out of the question. We always had to take him to the vet, where he always had to be muzzled and restrained by two vet techs. He hated it, which is why toward the end of his life I didn’t bother taking him in to get them cut. I figured what with the arthritis, hip dysplasia and kidney disease, his too-long nails were the least of his problems and it wasn’t worth it to put him through the trauma of a minor vet visit.

I still like the picture, though now I can’t stop noticing his nails.

Buddy in the sky

50% of a Great Accomplishment

So yeah, we ran our first half-marathon this Thanksgiving. My time was 2:18 and Jon’s was 2:15. We checked our rankings against everyone in our age group and Jon came in 44% and I was 48%. That is to say, we were positively middling. And I’m proud of that! Totally average times, keeping right up there with everyone else. Jon especially was a vast improvement from this summer. And we’d never run this far before, either. I loved when I passed someone who was ranked in the C or B corral and they had given up and were walking while I continued to run the whole thing. Jon, too. Jon was so excited about the pending race on the day of the number pick-up:

Marathon 1


Here are some of my thoughts/observations from the race:
– Apparently my hands swell up like crazy when running long distances. I noticed that somewhere around mile 8 that my thumbs were somehow the size of my big toes and I couldn’t easily make a fist. I was mildly fascinated by this while running. It looked like that time I was stung in the thumb by a bee. Later when I tried to research why this happened, I discovered that doctors have some twelve different ideas as to the cause, ranging from edema due to centripetal force from waving your hands around repeatedly, to an electrolyte imbalance of excess sodium, to the exact opposite- electrolyte imbalance of too little sodium. At any rate, it’s harmless and the swelling goes down soon after one stops running. And my fingers looked normal again when I took my medal picture:

Marathon 2

– What the holy hell was up with the runners and bladder control? There were port-o-potty stations every 4 miles or so, and every single one of them had a sizable line of runners waiting to pee, the clock still ticking. Even at Mile 2- how can you need to pee after only 2 miles? Didn’t you think to go before the race? Can you not hold it for two measly hours? If people were like Jon and me, they paid $65 to register for this race, and trained for it for months. Waiting in line for 30 seconds to 4 minutes is a significant time in a race. I think if it came down to it, I would sooner pee myself than lose the 4 minutes after all that training. I did see this one woman abruptly duck out of the race and run behind a dumpster, presumably to relieve herself. I had no idea so many people have so many bladder control problems.

– Somebody actually did soil himself around mile 4, but it was uh, number 2. I could smell it and all the runners around me were complaining. But I still managed to look sporty:

Marathon 3

– I’d run 10 miles several times before this race, but never 13 miles. Turns out that those extra 3 miles are completely miserable. Jon agreed. So did all the runners around me when I was at miles 11 and 12. Everyone who was still running was shuffling along, and at this point there were numerous people who’d given up and started walking. Not us, though! Jon’s feet were necrotic after the race, and my feet were miserable as well- I was suddenly aware of every single fragment of grit and junk in my shoes, no matter how miniscule. Since when did my shoes have so much crud in them? And dear God, what the frig was up with the endless series of hills?

– My favorite part of the race was the Sports Beans station. They’re just jelly beans, but they’re boosted with sports. I was tickled by their name. Volunteers were passing out Sports Beans to the runners around mile 7 or 8. I couldn’t eat them at the time, but I saved them for a souvenir. Seems like most people weren’t as sentimental- around mile 8, the road was completely littered with a multicolored layer of Sports Beans. In my exhausted foggy haze, I thought I was dreaming that I lived in a magical world of candy. My mind was turning toward the surreal at that point anyway, and the roads paved with candy weren’t helping to reel me back to reality.

Marathon 4

– I just feel really lucky and happy that we both ran such a good race and didn’t get injured or anything. There was a big hospital tent full of people putting ice on their knees and tending to other various ailments of varying severity. Jon and I both got off scott-free. And we ran the whole race without walking, ran a perfectly average race for our age groups. We rule. We know this because we got medals and everything.

Marathon 6


Marathon 5

Leftover Candy Pie

If there’s anything I like more than Halloween, it’s our post-Halloween rituals. One tradition we started last year was Leftover Candy Pie. Found a recipe on the internet, but the version I invented this year is superior. Instead of using a pie crust, I lay down a layer of sugar wafers on the bottom of a baking dish. The bonus to this version is that the cream filing in the sugar wafers melts a little after baking, making the whole thing even more delicious. Leftover Candy Pie is the best thing ever invented. The pictures should explain how it’s made.

Pie 1 Pie 2 Pie 3 Pie 4 Pie 5