Everyone celebrates National Sibling Day differently.

Everyone celebrates National Sibling Day differently.

So one afternoon a few weeks ago I paused on a run and Pawley jumped up on the wall I was standing next to so that the city skyline was just over her shoulder. “What a majestic creature,” I thought. “My dogs were just made for social media.” But in that photo, as it turned out, Pawley had quite a bit of drool on her face, so I ultimately didn’t post it. Ever since, I’ve been taking shots of her all over town with skyline backgrounds. I’m waiting for a gallery to call so I can offer this as an exhibit (Pawley: A Dog on the Run). In the meantime, before she has her big break, here’s an outtake from last night.

So one afternoon a few weeks ago I paused on a run and Pawley jumped up on the wall I was standing next to so that the city skyline was just over her shoulder. “What a majestic creature,” I thought. “My dogs were just made for social media.”

But in that photo, as it turned out, Pawley had quite a bit of drool on her face, so I ultimately didn’t post it. Ever since, I’ve been taking shots of her all over town with skyline backgrounds. I’m waiting for a gallery to call so I can offer this as an exhibit (Pawley: A Dog on the Run).

In the meantime, before she has her big break, here’s an outtake from last night.

The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
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William Saroyan

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So my talented cousin Weatherly created the most adorable nursery ever for her sweet baby Blakely. And today it’s on Apartment Therapy. Which is really cool. Check it out!

So my talented cousin Weatherly created the most adorable nursery ever for her sweet baby Blakely. And today it’s on Apartment Therapy. Which is really cool. Check it out!

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Because it’s Monday and it’s raining and I need something catchy… here’s a song by two youngsters that I’m kinda obsessed with. Also, fact that kind of blew my mind: One of these guys played Walt on LOST. Which reminds me, how did Walt know about the hatch and warn Locke not to open it? Gah, LOST. Still bothering me in 2014.

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Remind me why we have Carl on our dogeball team?

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Seriously can’t stop laughing at this. I have a problem.
Charlotte was kinda killing it tonight with the whole Spring thing.

Charlotte was kinda killing it tonight with the whole Spring thing.

So lately I’ve had A LOT of fantasies about just stopping. Halting the crazy hours and the deadlines and the social media and the always adding one. more. thing. It would make sense to do this slowly—say no more often, just sit still on a Saturday afternoon, remember that it’s not a race. But it my daydreams, I instantly quit it all. And I find a place like this (which is somewhere in NC). In this dream, I spend my days writing (and I never ever ever go on Twitter or Facebook) and Pawley runs around in the field and chases squirrels through the woods. And when I get tired of writing, I work with my hands and I fix up an old house and plant a new garden and cook until the whole home smells like something savory and something sweet. And at night I fall asleep with the windows open and only the sound of Rosie’s soft snoring to distract me. It’s not that I think doing this would make me happier—I’m already pretty happy. It’s more that the business of my current days sometimes makes me forget to dream bigger. And what’s the point of being busy if you’re not busy working towards the thing you dream? (Sorry, I’m just deliriously tired. Not actually as high as this post would make me seem.) Seriously though. I hate forgetting to daydream.

So lately I’ve had A LOT of fantasies about just stopping. Halting the crazy hours and the deadlines and the social media and the always adding one. more. thing. It would make sense to do this slowly—say no more often, just sit still on a Saturday afternoon, remember that it’s not a race. But it my daydreams, I instantly quit it all. And I find a place like this (which is somewhere in NC).

In this dream, I spend my days writing (and I never ever ever go on Twitter or Facebook) and Pawley runs around in the field and chases squirrels through the woods. And when I get tired of writing, I work with my hands and I fix up an old house and plant a new garden and cook until the whole home smells like something savory and something sweet. And at night I fall asleep with the windows open and only the sound of Rosie’s soft snoring to distract me.

It’s not that I think doing this would make me happier—I’m already pretty happy. It’s more that the business of my current days sometimes makes me forget to dream bigger. And what’s the point of being busy if you’re not busy working towards the thing you dream? (Sorry, I’m just deliriously tired. Not actually as high as this post would make me seem.) Seriously though. I hate forgetting to daydream.

Tiny Dog v. Big Dog

My brother sent me this video with the words “Remind you of anyone…” I think he was talking about Rosie who is a massive food bowl hog. But really he could have been talking about me because this is pretty much my reaction if someone comes close to my food. I understand little chihuahua, I understand.

I have no idea what this actually is, but I do know it’s all I’ve ever wanted in a television show.

I have no idea what this actually is, but I do know it’s all I’ve ever wanted in a television show.

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