7
So it’s been a little over a year since I got Mo. He got a little bigger than I expected, destroyed a lot more than I expected (4 pairs of glasses, 2 sets of rugs, and an ipod shuffle), and every other week I’m ready to kick him into the Hudson River. For now he’s still around. Chew-happy and pissing as free as ever. Not blogging so much anymor and thank God that never really took off cuz he was getting more traffic than me. I like how his hair is 3 different colors of mess like mine; my pup is growing up.
I’m also growing up. Hell, I’m getting older. Just celebrated my 7 year mark in New York. September 25, 1998. It feels like less sometimes (the college years are a chunk of time that almost don’t apply, cuz college life was such a seperate experience). I revel in getting to remember bits of the city I know that have changed over time: the Ansonia building always covered up in scaffolding, when Gray’s Papaya had the Recession Special for $1.50 (2 hotdogs and a 16 oz juice got me through college), the pre-9/11 subway lines before they got rearranged, Columbus Circle @ 59th before the Time Warner Center (when the Amish set up shop every day), Verdi Square @ 72nd before they put in the new subway entrance (when unlimited metrocards were $17), stuff like that. They’re tiny things to remember but tiny treasures to me just the same. Yet in a lot of ways it almost feels like I just got here. 7 amazing and life-changing years in this city have woven themselves into my world and I just can’t imagine what life would be like if I hadn’t come here. Despite the “itch theory” I have no desire to leave anytime soon. Feels like I’ve really grown up in this city and I think there’s a lot more of me to find in it. I have foreign neighborhoods to charter and more people to meet and different jobs to have and other apartments to inhabit and better luck to stumble upon and just a million more opportunites to take advantages of.
7 years clocked in. One single year to a dog. I guarantee that New York City has helluva lot more of this scrappy young pup to see. Arf.
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cuteness
Mo is so cute . Oh ‘n you are too . Pet stores a product called Bitter Apple ,[ to put on items not to chew on ,not MO ] just for little doggys that chew like there was no tomorrow . Oh and bones from the butcher / meat department at supermarkets . Bones are bigger than he is and will keep Mo busy for a day or two . I babysat a beagle for two long weeks this past summer . It worked .
Other people’s dreams are annoying, I know. But this is weird. I don’t remember all of the dream I had last night, I just remember that at some point I walked into a room and you were there and I said to my husband “Spriteboy’s here!” and I was so excited. No, we don’t know each other. Yes, you were cute in my dream. And you brought gifts, but I don’t remember what they were, but I think it had something to do with cake…
It’s been ages since I last checked in on your site. I’m glad you’re still here :-) In every sense of the word. You and that pup are just too cute; but I bet you already knew that.