No balls to 4 balls

This morning we went for our routine walk. I didn’t take any balls or flying discs because she likes to hide them in the bushes where I can’t find them, and then someone or something takes them.

We ended up at our favorite spot, the Labyrinth at the University.

Miraculously there were 2 of her PETCO flyers, and, after she disappeared for a moment, I turned around and there was 3 balls.

Oh, and I found one of our CHUCK-IT orange balls. I had found it when I tossed it in bushes 8 months ago.

Before we had found the PETCO flyers, which she likes to hold one in her mouth and use it as a blocker when I throw the tennis ball. This is what she came up with

She got very inventive. She found a stick.

It’s Sunday

The cherry blossoms in Washington are blooming. When that happens I immediately think of University of Washington, because the whole campus is absolutely filled. It’s breathe taking. I also think of my Concord apartment on Meadow Lane in California. It was 550 dollars for a 1 bedroom, which sounds like a dream now, but this was 30 years ago. Anyway, it was at the base of Mt Diablo, which has the most beautiful display of the mountain in the late afternoon, when the sun would just illuminate the whole hill with yellow and orange and it seemed to radiate, I dunno, life and power.

The thing was my apartment was in a sketchy part of town. It was probably like Aurora Ave in Seattle or Colfax Ave in Colorado. But the one thing I also noticed in that apartment, was the cherry blossoms. There were two trees that rose above my balcony and would be just spangly sticks in the winter, and my view was the other apartment complex and it’s parking lot across the way. But, man, come spring and looking out that same sliding glass door would be pinkish, purple tinted plush ( my auto correct put that in- so I’m leaving it) yet delicate flowers on these branches. It was absolutely amazing. And I mean that. I would walk in and just sit and stare at them. Everything seemed light, and fresh, and fun.

I happened to open the luxurious blinds of this downtown apartment, where my view is the food bank that used to be, and the apartments across the way. No parking lot. But, there it it is. These awesome trees among concrete and graffiti, the cherry blossoms. Maybe that’s why Charley keeps looking out the window.

Cherry Blossoms and Charley

I will be going on a camera expedition to university of Washington to take sone ( a lot) of pictures of the cherry blossoms. Unfortunately, Charley can’t come.

There are too many bunnies.


I really, really like this book. And it’s true, every time I go through a bout of self-doubt and when I’m feeling a bit insecure I pick this book up. Just looking at a few chapters snaps me out of it. I do recommend this book! What this has to do with Charley, I’m not quite sure. I just know I feel better, and I think she benefits as well. Happy Owner, me, Happy Charley, her. And vice-versa.  Happy Charley, Happy me.

If you are new to the self-help world, I’m hoping this book will ease you into some of the basic concepts that totally changed my life so you can have a breakthrough, too, without making you want to run off screaming in the process. If you’ve already dipped your toe in the self-help pond, I hope it will say something in a new way that turns a light on so you can make some major shifts, create some tangible results, and someday wake up crying tears of giddy disbelief that you get to be you,” she says in chapter 1. She talks about GRATITUDE – and what vibration you give to the universe you will get in return. Kind of a yin-yang thing. I fully believe that, so I want to start doing that every morning, and then at night write “thank you” notes, as she recommends.

I’m not new to self-help books, but I stayed away from them for awhile. There is just something missing, or out of place with me, and I was blaming everything and everyone else for being too tired, not enough time, too much time, etc. etc. So, I am back in the saddle again with this book.

One of my fav quotes from the book is something Kurt Cobain said. It went like this, “ Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.” That’s a really simple, yet very profound statement!

There are a few more that really stuck out when I had started to read on, such as “It’s just as easy to believe we’re awesome as it is to believe we’re giant sucking things.”


Check it out. I love this book. I really can’t say that enough.


A Pit Bull, a Pekingese and a Daisy walk into a bar. What do they all have in common?
A hybrid dog named Daisy
that is a mix of a Pekingese and a Pit Bull.

We were at Freeway Park,

and around the corner came an old Benji-looking dog with grey, gristly hair and a solid, determined stare. As soon as Charley saw the dog she seemed to lose interest. I think because she knows those types of dogs for her EQUAL a dull time. But, she still wanted to try to get a reaction from Benji by doing double bop on the side of the head, a high pitch bark, and an eager wag of her tail.

Immediately, this dog sprang into action. Chased her. Refused to get chased. Was in her face. Boxed back twice when Charley playfully slapped her with a paw. I could sense Charley’s excitement was starting to wane, then flipped to annoyance, apprehension, to an “AAACK!!! leave me the f alone! You’re kinda scaring me!”

I think she met her match. Li’l ol’ Benji was kicking her ass.

Meanwhile I’d been talking to the owner of Charley’s new best foe and found out the little girl’s name is Daisy. And then I noticed the cute little pink bow around her neck. How cute!!! I remember Charley was passed on to us with a little cute pink bow as well. Cute cute. I get it.

He said she is a mix of a couple things. First, she’s a pit Bull (…..wha???). And a “pug, no perineal, a …)

Pekingese? I asked. “Yes, yes, That’s it. A pit Bull and Pekingese“.

“Pekingnese?” Yes! Yes! And……she’s half…PIT BULL!”

Wow. A pit Bull incognito. Pit Bull and Pekingese. Can I picture that? I tried. Wow. He said the pit dad was 160 lbs. Awesome. No wonder. Daisy Duke stands solid like a stOcky pit Bull and had the facial bone structure. The Pekingese for the size, and I guess the wiry hair was a mix of a short haired pit with long haired Pek.

Made total sense. Take away the hair, and she was a short, stocky little pit Bull. Hair had to go, but I guess that is the pekingese in her.

What a cool disguise! My first dog was a little pit Bull, LB JUNE. I remember all the stuff I had to go through. Imagine walking down the street, or in a park, or even at the house, and not getting sone kind of judgement about you pit Bull. That is awesome.


Diane Holland

That is our story about the Pekingese and the Pit Bill named DAISY.

I love who I meet when walking around with Charley. At least she gets me out and social. She’s my silly little girl.


Sunday fun

So Mike and I ANd CHARLEY were in line for the ferry. Something I’ve never been on in the 15+ years I’ve lived here. So that was the day we were going to cross that of the list. But, alas!!! One of the people in a yellow vest came up to the truck and told us we are going to have to turn around because they’ve told them to evacuate everyone on the pier.

Why, must I ask. Not something I hear everyday.

Did not know. Just they are evacuating the area.

All of Seattle? Washington? How many miles was going to be evacuated???

She did not know.

So we decided to go to the beach.

I’ve got to say it was absolutely beautiful. Reminded me of California. Except there weren’t many people.

According to Mike if you had a plane I could fly it to Japan.

Well, not on my bucket list, but thank you.

Actually I didn’t know that.

All I know is the sky met the water. It was sunny. And beautiful. And I got to watch Charley run run run. With her tongue flopping to the side. I think I was able to download it to my page.

It was awesome I’m just glad there is beauty everywhere. I’m going to appreciate it and respect it.

Charley found balls, err nuts on the beach. Ha Ha.

I still have “ride the ferry” on my Washington bucket list.

So story is at the end. The ferry had a bomb threat. And that was on my mind the while we were on the beach. And right across the way was Japan, per Mike’s mention. Then, on the way home he actually was going to take the ferry home. Silly silly silly.

Told to evacuate

Mike just picked up Charley and I to take us on the ferry and just now we were told we had to turn around because they were asked to evacuate everybody in the area. Mike asked “evacuate all of Seattle?” The gal said she didn’t know why, they haven’t or didn’t tell her why. She was just told to tell everyone to EVACUATE.

Good lord. Am I ever going to get to go on the ferry in Seattle? I’ve lived here over 10 years. We were in line and everything. Charley smelled the water. Now she is a whimpering mess.

Good Lord.

My internet and data

Sucks at the moment. I’ve got so many funny things that have happened but I didn’t realize playing stupid quest EATS your data like crazy so I ran Out until my next cycle billing thing.  I’ve got to write about her shit eating grin. LITERALLY. IT JUST sucks because only when I’m in a place where Wi-Fi and Internet are facing together.  stupid. 

Silly Rabbit

Army dude apparently been through a tough battle (his hands & face)
“multi cultural” guy playing football, er, literally. Foot (1) ball.

I collect these little “figures” from Archie McPhee. They have tons of them and they get changed out all the time. They had one series that was called “MULTICULTURAL FAMILY”, Women looking very assertive. Men with aprons on. Black men. It’s funny, I didn’t see a white one.

? (but look at the crazy rabbit and Headless chicken)

This one also slays me;

That is an Archie McPhee Chicken with no head or legs. Jesus is rollin’. With pose-able limbs. I wonder what happened to the chicken????

Yes I collect these. I was really upset when she ate the base of the flamingo ones I had.

I told her if she does it again she’s going to get the same treatment.

Funny thing is, I don’t see her do it, and they always end up where there were to begin with.

Knuckle Head.

Middle aged teenager

I was looking at this little gallery the Seattle Utility building has on the lower floor. I don’t know if I could take pictures or not, or maybe I was overly self conscious because I was the only one looking at the art while people were doing their 8-5 work week. Which has turned out to be two days in, the rest from home, so basically a slim crew. One of the Artist, gosh dang it, I forgot her name, but she self titles herself “The Middle Aged Teenager”.

Is that not perfect for the 50 up club???? I love it!! Brings me a feeling of rebellion and bounce again! Yay.

I’m going to go back and get her name. Dang it. I seem to do that a lot. I feel I’ve got something cool to share but then half way through I realize I don’t Have all the facts. Ugh.