I loved this dog

Inspired by Beth’s post about Major, I offer you one of the photos in my two-inch stack. His name was Caesar, named after the emperors because I was dating a social studies teacher. For years, he was the only one who understood me.

As I type this, I realize that I hope that he’s somewhere out there understanding how grateful I am to have known him and to have had the rottweiler stereotype erased from my brain. He was the most gentle soul I’ve ever known, and I miss him terribly sometimes. He died of cancer when he was only seven.

We picked him out when he was three-weeks old, and the owners spray painted his butt so we’d know which one was ours. He, out of all his brothers and sisters, was the one who immediately curled up in my hands and fell asleep — and when Mr. X tried to touch him, he growled. Mr. X thought this was cool.

I hope that when I die that this dog is there to meet me. That would be enough.

Random observations

I have silky socks on today. Because I’m wearing mules (not the ass kind, people), I’m slipping all around and may take a tumble before the day is over. I’ll keep you posted.

Driving to work today, I saw that it was snowing on the mountain. This makes me happy.

They changed the coffee at work. It sucks. I’m drinking it anyway.

I have to start taking classes again or lose my credential. Any suggestions?

Last night my husband said that he would only entertain the idea of a threesome if the woman was a cancer patient, only had one day left to live and was in love with me. I thought that was sweet.

He also bought me a really small pumpkin for my desk to remind me that LJ will be coming soon.

Unfortunately, he is also coming the same weekend that my father, my mother and my mother-in-law are coming.

Jon’s parents and my parents have never met. I’m nervous.

I spent two hours last night going through old photos and thinking of blog entries. The photos I chose make a two-inch stack. I hope I don’t get hit by a bus anytime soon so that I can keep posting.

I also need a good scanner.

I have a scanner, but I don’t have the software that goes with it.

This creates a problem.

I have lots of problems.

But I no longer have a bathtub filled with plants.

I have more stories than I could post in a lifetime.

I’m probably half-way through my life already.

When I was younger, I used to have a premonition that I would die at 42.

That’s less that five years from now.

I’d better get crackin’.