Puptials

Sometimes, I get afraid I'm turning into one of those crazy dog owners. You know the type: the ones that insist their pups prefer a certain brand of dog food, who treat their dogs like they're close, personal friends instead of a pet. I do tend to bring up Ava a lot in conversation, and she even has her own Twitter account. However, once in awhile, I will catch of glimpse of people who have truly gone off the deep end, which makes me look like I'm still paddling safely in the shallows. Like this:

That there is a dog wedding. People actually dress up Spot and Fido in a wedding dress and groom garb, and HAVE AN HONEST-TO-GOD WEDDING CEREMONY like it ain't no thang. Like it's completely normal for two dogs to get married and for the union to be valid. There was a TV special about this phenomenon a few weeks ago, and it said that people pay thousands for these types of ceremonies.

There's so much I could write on this. So many jokes. So much snark. But it's too easy. So I'll just say that I no longer feel so wackadoo about my dog having her own Twitter account. 

America, you are ridiculous. Don't go changin'.

New Year's Happenin' and Other Random Crap

This post is just going to be a hodgepodge of randomness, since what I want to write about isn't meaty enough to justify an entire blog post. Just a forewarning.

1. Sometimes I think about random, off-the-wall crap. Case in point: while I was brushing my teeth earlier, I was thinking about when I catch Ava doing something she's not supposed to do, or barking at what appears to be nothing. When I catch her doing these things, I think about how easy it would be to communicate with her if dogs understood English. Then I thought, what if there was a way we could communicate verbally with dogs, but it involved us learning how to bark? Like, if barking were an actual language and we had to learn it in order to communicate with our dogs? If humans could actually learn how to bark, would you do it in order to communicate more easily with your pet? I wouldn't. Actually, the more accurate response is, Hell no I wouldn't. I just couldn't risk looking like a moron by barking at my dog in public, or even in the privacy of my apartment. I have my dignity.

2. Sometime between 8p.m. and midnight on New Year's Eve, I found myself fist-pumping with a bunch of strangers at a bar downtown. You read that right. Fist-pumping. Jersey Shore-style. I was at a New Year's Eve party hosted by Events and Adventures, a singles activity club I recently joined. When I arrived at the party that night, all I was expecting to do was to have a few drinks, eat a few appetizers and meet some new people. Starting an impromptu dance party in the middle of the bar with a group of people I was talking with did not cross my mind, but I'm so glad it happened. I love it when random things like that happen. It's magical. I joined Events and Adventures to get out of my comfort zone and try new things and meet new people, and I don't think I could have started off 2011 any better. I'm not one of those people who look for signs about the future in every little thing in life, but I do like to think that my busting a move with strangers and connecting with them in such a fun way is a good omen to how this new year will unfold. I like to think that it will mean that this upcoming year will be filled with many more such memorable experiences and new friends.

Okay, that's it. I'm going to bed now. Told you this was random.