Potty Training
Potty Training two puppies at once may be the most difficult task of my life thus far. Ok, I know that's a little bit of an overstatement, but seriously, these dogs are just too much. Smudge is the little angel who does everything right. He poops and pees in his little port o' potty and walks with the leash just fine. Here's an example of the port o' potty.
Spanky, on the other hand, is true to his name and personality and just doesn't give a flip. Someday, he'll get it. Positive Thinking.
I can only hope I wasn't this difficult to train when I was just a pup.
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I guess there's just the one reason. Loves.
The Top Ten Reasons I Love Doug Birch
1. He finally posted something new on his blog, thus replacing the somewhat distorted, "did-he-use-photoshop-to-create-that" picture of me eating Jack in the Box.
Buy the Catalog Bitch
Ok, so this past weekend (I'm finally getting around to writing about it) was Gay Pride Seattle. Kris Duffield and Becka made it out from Salt Lake City and we had the usual friends along for a couple of really fun nights. I am going to recount one incident on one very fun Friday night that deserves mentioning.
We left the apartment after a few martinis heading to one of everyone else's favorite bars "Purr." (I have recently decided I don't like that bar much anymore because it has hardly any lighting and people aren't very easy to talk to).
Five of us piled into a taxi cab heading up the hill to the bar. Bob was in the front seat and in a mood. If you know Bob, you know the mood to which I am referring. The taxi cab driver made an interesting choice in route as we headed toward Pike's Market. We were literally stopped at one of the busiest intersections in downtown Seattle when Bob noticed a man making some last minute adjustments on his appearance. Now, first let me say this man was looking rather odd coifing his hair in the dirty glass window of a second hand pipe and cigar shop. However, Bob feels a need to make a point of it saying, "Honey, you loooook Fabulous!"
Four heads in the backseat of the taxi immediately dropped to the floor. I think we were hiding from potential retaliation. It was an impulse for sure. Better yet, the man retaliated with a very different impulse than any of us had expected. In a wit to one-up my cunning and oftentimes very funny boyfriend, the vagrant said without missing a beat, "Buy the Catalog Bitch!" and continued to groom himself.
A hit! The entire night we could not stop laughing and coming up with ways to talk about the man with the come back of the year. In our party state we came up with the title of the catalog and it's tag line:
"STREET PEEPZ: WEAR IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!"
Spanky, on the other hand, is true to his name and personality and just doesn't give a flip. Someday, he'll get it. Positive Thinking. 
