Me after solving today’s wordle:

My parents are in France right now, and instead of sending us pics of delicious food they’re eating and beautiful sights they’re seeing, my mom is sending us pics of the dogs she’s meeting. This is my future LOL (JK, I’m already like this).

I usually see this dog on my walk (who I call “Thierry Henry,” after the French pundit on Ted Lasso), but he’s always perched on the 2nd floor balcony. I looked for him up there, but today he was staring at me through the window in the front door 🤣

Yesterday, I ran into Chico on my walk, and learned his name is actually Tharu! The owner’s sister was walking him and didn’t know why her brother named him “Tharu” or what it meant. I looked it up, and according to wikipedia, Tharu is an ethnic group indigenous to southern Nepal and northern India (or a Volkswagen Taos in China). His family is Latino, so I doubt it means any of those things. I like “Chico” better, so I’m gonna keep calling him that behind his back. Whenever I ask my sister’s husband if he’s seen Chico (every day), he tells me to please get my own dog LOL.

My parents are dog sitting the goodest boi ever for the next month and they are so excited. The dog, not so much LOL.

Can’t I be both???

Things I see on my afternoon walks:

This fenced off spot reminds me of the infinite abyss from Garden State. There’s so much tumbleweed around here for some reason.

I hate vanity plates, but I love pizza, so I’m torn.

I’ve seen these heart balloons in this window since Valentine’s Day… It’s May.

I name all the dogs I see regularly on my walks. I see this sweet girl almost every day, and I call her “Lucy” (“Lucille” when we’re being formal). I’ve never heard her bark.

There’s this asshole dog who always barks whenever he sees me. I call him “David” after David Bogdanov, a convicted murderer I watched a docu of on ID who fled to Ukraine after he killed a trans teen (the dog’s pawrents have a Ukrainian flag on their balcony LOL).

With a lot of great dogs, comes a great lot of poop. These little flags are everywhere.

Do you stay up at night googling if cat mamas get sad after you give away their kittens or are you normal???

Even my sister’s husband creeps pics of Chico from the rooftop when he’s on his walkies. God, we love Chico so much, and he doesn’t even know it LOL.

The best part about my afternoon walks in my sister’s neighborhood is seeing all of the dogs (@ Millenia)

I even saw Chico on my walk today! No picture, though, because Pammie told me to, “be cool” LOL. He was so happy to see us, though 😊

Does anybody want a kitten??? 😿

My sister won’t let me have a cat at her house LOL.

My dream is to have two animals (either a dog and another dog, a dog and a cat, a dog and a bunny, etc.) and for them to be best friends.

My roommate for the next two weeks! She’s only been here for a few hours and she’s already bogarting the bed. She’s lucky she’s cute.

Wow Facebook making me cry this early in the morning 💔

Chunky Monkey is my spirit animal.

I got a tiny picnic table for the squirrels who visit my parents’ backyard, and my mom texting me pics of them eating and enjoying the view has been the highlight of my day.

This is where I’m at in quarantine, guys.

The holidays aren’t the same without you, bud 💔

Roger is my spirit animal.

I miss you already, bud 💔💔💔

9/1/05 – 10/7/19

Staring contest going down on the 405 rn.

A puppuccino and pupcake for the goodest boy ever ♥

Behind the scenes (@ SeaWorld)

#FBF to these three amigos in their Baja Ponchos 🇲🇽

(via @acoustictrench)

Even dogs love the dulcet tones of Young the Giant.

Darien, his dog Bluey, and Beckham the Super Dog sitting for treats (@ San Diego Humane Society’s Walk for Animals)

We scored a ton of free swag for Rocky and my aunt’s sweet dog who we brought along, but I’m paying for it with a serious auto detail. There’s dog fur in places I didn’t know there could be dog fur!

Pammie and I have raised over $450 for San Diego Humane Society’s Walk for Animals with our homemade beer bones! Thanks to everyone who donated!!!

We’re bringing some bags of beer bones to the walk this Saturday if you’d like to meet us at the finish line… otherwise known as mile 2! Ha. Don’t judge us!

(via @acoustictrench)

Did you donate because of the animals or because of my cute packaging, be honest.

I’ve reached 70% of my fundraising goal! Help me get to 100% HERE and receive a bag of these homemade beer bones (they’re dog tested and Rocky approved, if that helps sway you at all).

Make a donation of $10 or more to sponsor my participation in San Diego Humane Society’s Walk for Animals and receive a bag of homemade beer bones made with repurposed spent grain locally sourced and generously donated by LA craft brewery, Progress Brewing!

You can donate HERE. Please put your address in the “Personal Note to Walk Participant” field if you want dog treats. If you’re in LA or SD, I can probably just meet up with you 🙂

I battle my obvious love of dogs on a daily basis.

I can’t watch a cute puppy video on youtube without clicking on all the related videos. Next thing I know, I’ve lost three hours of my life watching 103 videos in a puppy surprise playlist and have been crying for at least two of those hours. Just kidding. (I cried for all three.)

When Pammie asked if I wanted to do a walk for animals, I immediately said yes without knowing any details other than dogs were somehow involved. Her office organizes this huge fundraiser that includes a bake sale where homemade dog treats are sold for donations, and I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to combine my love for dogs with my love for baking and get involved.

I reached out to some local LA craft breweries, and Progress Brewing in El Monte was generous enough to donate some spent brewing grain towards my cause. I drove out to what the dude described as “east of east los” with nothing but a 5-gallon bucket and a friend to witness my death in case the dude chopped me up into little pieces and dumped my body in the mash tun (I did meet him on the internet, after all).

Kevin, the co-owner of Progress Brewing, was actually a really nice guy. He asked if I preferred “Black IPA” or “American Red” doggy biscuits! Ha. I went with American Red, obvi, since I’m not a fan of IPAs. Dogs are also allergic to hops, so if you’re going to repurpose spent grain, make sure the brewery didn’t mash hop the batch you’re getting.

It’s best to use the spent grains within the first few days after brewing, otherwise they’ll go bad. I used a FoodSaver and froze them in portion-sized bags for storing and later use, since they gave me around 40 pounds of grain.

Here’s a simple, all-natural recipe if you want to try making these at home:

Ingredients:

• 4 cups spent grain
• 2 cups organic barley flour
• 1 cup natural peanut butter
• 2 organic eggs

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Combine all of the ingredients and mix with your hands until a thick dough forms. Roll out the dough on a generously floured surface and cut out shapes with cookie cutters like this cute dog bone.

Line the biscuits on ungreased baking sheets. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes, then reduce temperature to 225 degrees and continue baking for 2 hours. Cooking them the additional time at the lower temperature will help ensure they dry completely, extending their shelf life.

The dried biscuits will keep for 2 weeks in an airtight container and even longer if you freeze them in zipper bags. You can give them to your dogs straight from the freezer as a cool summer treat, or, if you’re in LA, in the dead of winter when it’s 90 degrees out!

I was promised mojitos, and all I got was this picture of Anthony and his LOML.

Rocky’s doggy stairs have been out in the hall since he doesn’t need them to get on the bed anymore. I think he just uses them to stare at himself in the mirror now.

When we were at Chike’s place in SF, I noticed a calendar in his kitchen with corgis on it. Please tell me every month of this calendar is corgis, I said… AND IT WAS.

Because of his love for weird socks and his shared obsession with corgis, we sent him these awesome socks as a thank you for being such a good host:

And today, he sent me this video:

Cuteness overload. I’m officially dead. Please invite this corgi to my funeral!

Outta my way, kids! Upside down animals are only my favoritest thing in the world.

It’s been 21 years since I last went to SeaWorld in the fifth grade (do the horrifying math). Yesterday, I went back there with the BFF and her kiddos, and the only souvenir I took home was this walrus photo and a fierce sunburn.

bryarly:

Coincidentally, this is also what I like to hear when I’m sad.

Things I learned at the OC Fair yesterday:

• Young the Giant is just as good the third time around.
• The porkabello kabobs from Bacon A-Fair are gravely disappointing.
• I only like cute farm animals on the interwebs—IRL the smell of livestock elicits my gag reflex.

I usually try to go hard on my days off, but I just ended up going to the DMV, having brunch at The Mission, playing with my favorite frenchie, and calling it a night at 9:30. What has my life come to?

BRB dying.

Marion, I just stumbled upon your blog last night and spent hours reading all of your past entries up to 2007. I just couldn’t stop! You’re so incredibly witty. I’m sorry if I come off like a creepster, but I just thought that I would let you know that your blog brings a smile to my face.

Thanks, Min! 🙂 I read on your blog that your dog smells distinctly like Fritos, and I was just telling Rocky last night that he smelled like corn chips (a sign we were meant to cross paths, obvi).

I don’t look half this cute when I’m pounding the treadmill.

I’m sick in bed and googling pictures of kittens while listening to country music. I’m like an old white lady. Except I’m twenty something. And Asian. And hardly a lady, depending on who you ask.

He’s usually a riot when it’s not his birthday. Maybe he has something against party hats?

Slowly but Shirley via email:

Hi love… I saw this pic and thought of you. Since you were all about those upside down animals in your blog. And this dog TOTALLY reminded me of you. I mean… how many times have I seen you in this position anyway? In your short shorts that might as well be underwear!? Hahhaha =)

#1 How dare you? Shorts, by definition, are short! It’s in the name.
#2 I’m totally in this position right now as I type this in my underwear.

This really did cheer me up today 🙂 Thanks, babeway ♥

After a particularly shitty afternoon, these upside down animals really turn my day around. Seriously, what has my life come to? Off to the gym to de-stress.

(image via overflowing)

(image via milkteef)