Pictures forthcoming.

We don't get along well; the dog and I. He poops where he's not supposed to, I cry and beg him to STOP. He won't eat his food. He hasn't eaten much at all, in fact. I fed him a part of an english muffin and some lunchmeat tonight because ONCE AGAIN he made his mouth bleed by biting at the bars on his kennel. He doesn't do any of this when Ryan is here! Ryan GETS dogs, he understands them.

I understand CATS. Cats are self-explanatory. They purr when they like it, they give you lovey eyes. If they don't like it, they hiss or scratch or just give you the glare of death. They do their own thing. They shit in a box. They can sit on the furniture without getting it all dirty. I understand cats!!!

It's only two more weeks til Ryan is finally, finally home. Until then I'm fucked.

(I'm going to call the vet tomorrow and ask 1) what kind of food Bio might eat, 2) how to stop him from gnawing the cage -- the bitter apple spray did not work --, 3) if there is anything I can do about his bloody gums, and 4) why Bio has diarrhea today -- I'm hoping its only because he ate cat food last night, which is Ryan's opinion, and that he isn't sick or anything (We just got done with his ear infection!!!)

**Big Sigh**

Things are really ok.  I'm happy, Radar is happy... if I understood dogs I'd tell you whether Bio was happy but all he does is look at me stupidly then lick his ass. I can get through two weeks. The worst that can happen is rug stains, which I've been lucky so far, and even then my mother has a steam cleaner we can borrow.

THESE PETS ARE DRIVING ME NUTS!

Can't wait til Ryan comes back - they behave around him!

 It's a beautiful walk to the community center. There are only three computers, but both times I've come there has been one open for use. The internet is lightning fast, too, and it's free. I'm glad we decided against buying internet for the apartment, after all. So far, not having it has contributed to my productivity overall. That's a good thing!

I'm starting to feel somewhat at home here. I still miss Ryan, and may adopt nine cats in addition to Radar to fill the emptiness. I might even call them by the names of people I miss. "Here Mom, want a treat? Ryan, quit scratching the blinds!" It might be kind of creepy, but it might make me feel better... you never know..

I'll be online a little more the next two days, since I have class in Oly. Hope all is well [love you, zoo-zoo].

Sometimes you just have to break down, cry, walk to the ocean with friends, and allow the saltwater to tell you that everything is going to be OK. If I had my way, Ryan and I would move to Long Beach for the summer. No busy streets or smelly exhaust fumes, no dirty rain or rude cohabitants.. Only the sea, the sand, the lighthouse, and the shops that close at 6pm. I want it.

I will never, ever be landlocked.