Well, the past weekend was not my favorite. Lola our Landcruiser broke down on HWY 1 half way between Muir Woods and Stinson beach. We got her towed to a shop in Mill Valley and the next day heard the worst news: the engine had seized. When we bought the truck, we knew it needed a new engine, but had been told by several mechanics that she had at least another 75-100k left before we’d need to start thinking about it. It’s part of it, rebuilding a vintage truck. We did happen to break down in probably one of the prettiest places, so that made it not suck as bad. I climbed up on the cliff above the highway and sat there looking out over it all. The cars passing by, Trey in his camo shirt on the phone with AAA, Jack’s head hanging out in the back seat window still psyched as ever, the Farallon Islands – the last islands before Hawaii – in clear view 26 miles off shore. Yep. This is my life. I wouldn’t change it. Sometimes you just gotta shake that shit off and move on.
Let’s see…well, we’re revamping this space since it’s been getting a lot of traffic (thanks!). So if you happen to cruise through over the weekend and things look a little crazy, pardon our mess – we’re just doing some maintenance. Oh and hey!… don’t be afraid to leave comments in the comments section, I don’t bite! As a long time lurker of blogs, I totally understand it though. It’s cool, take it in. Throw it back if it feels right, haha. We’re hoping the new design will be more accommodating for readers and I’m really excited. In the meantime, have a rad weekend.
Above photo found here.
When we moved into our current place, we found that the layout of our living room didn’t really cater to the clunky leather ottoman we had. So we started searching for a new one for our space over the course of a few months. As it goes, we always managed to find something that didn’t work with the ones we saw – some were too short, some were too round and some were the wrong color. Finally, we decided it would be neat to make something totally unique ourselves. So, we came up with a design of our own, then went to the hardware store and bought some wood, brass screws and dowel rods. After that we combed through fabric at our local fabric store and found a heavy weight African textile fabric we liked. We assembled it at home in a couple of hours. The ottoman isn’t clunky at all and can even be folded up and stored under the couch when not being used (bonus!). I’m really happy with how it turned out. It was easy and a fun way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
Here’s how you can make one of your own…
Keeper is getting good at her tricks. She has the basics down: Sit, Down, Spin, Spin the other way, Give paw, Give other paw. She also has “Go get it” and “Bring it back”. She’s getting good at catching the frisbee and prefers it over the ball most times. Jack likes to stand behind me and do all the tricks at the same time as I’m training Keeper, like “Oh, I know this!”. He’s learned if he does them he gets a treat or ball toss too. Smart little dudes.
It’s nice to have our evenings back. I’m looking forward to walks at night with the pups and strolling down to the old school theater and patch of restaurants a few streets over with Trey. I’m a spring/summer person through and through. I appreciate snow and cold weather, but prefer warmth and sun over the cold any day. When I was choosing where to go to grad school, I chose sunny San Diego because of the heat, and when I was deciding which animal to study, I chose rare beaked whales in a remote part of the Caribbean because of the turquoise blue waters (well, and these crazy critters). My grandmother used to say it was the mediterranean blood in me, but whatever it is, the sun makes me feel just a little more alive.
So, yesterday we took advantage of a short work day and extra hour of sunlight and took the pups to the park. Keeper is 13 weeks now and huge. She is sweet as can be. Her favorite things right now are Jack, chasing Mila (our cat), skateboards, and people. This week she mastered “give paw…other paw”. Little girl was so tired after chasing Jack at the park. We dropped her off at home and went and got Nepalese food, and when we got back she was still sleeping. Puppies are basically the cutest things ever.
John Steinbeck had Charley. Alfred Hitchcock had a Terrier named Sarah. James Dean had his beloved border collie and Audrey Hepburn had a york terrier named Mr. Famous. Charles Dickens had a shepherd mix named Turk. Johnny Cash had a wirehound named Sandy and Billie Holiday had a pit bull named Mister. David Bowie had a dachshund named Doxie. Norman Rockwell brought his dog to work with him every single day and Pablo Picasso’s dog ‘Lump’ appeared in 54 of his works. Some of the greatest minds of our time have accredited their dogs as not only being their best friends, but biggest muses.
And they weren’t the only ones. Dogs and humans have had a long history together. From what we know, early dogs (wolves) likely began approaching human camps to scavenge on food scraps the humans had discarded. And early humans recognized it would be beneficial to have the dogs around to guard the camps and help them hunt. From there, a mutually beneficial relationship was formed and over the course of thousands of years, the wild wolves that once approached human camps hoping to score a free meal became the domesticated version of the dogs we know and love today (that’s really oversimplifying, but you get the jist). Dogs now play an integral part in the culture and lives of humans around the world. Their intelligence and ability to adapt to the needs of the people they live with make them the perfect workers, guardians, companions and more.
The other day when I was out with my dog, Jack, someone said something to me that made me think. If you have a dog, you’ve likely heard it before too. A young guy bent down to pet Jack and Jack started licking his hand excitedly. “Sorry! He’s friendly” I said, almost involuntarily at this point. “No worries”, he responded back to me, “I’m a dog person”. My encounter with the guy got me thinking. What does it really mean to be a dog person? Is there anything all dog people have in common besides a love for dogs? What does a dog person look like? To get a better sense of this, I’ll be profiling people I meet with their dogs and posting their photos and answers to a few questions here. They may be people I encounter on the street, or someone I come across on a road trip, they could be a fellow blogger or someone I see on Instagram, or even people we meet during our travels to other countries.
I have some great people lined up and I can’t wait to share their stories!
(Psst: for more about paintings like the Norman Rockwell one up there (and other artists), check out Artsy’s Normal Rockwell page covering his life and works. Pretty neat!)
- A place to hang yo’ hat and bandana
- Big enough to jump on the couch now
- 11 weeks mark
- Feelin’ clay pots, wooden bowls and rocks lately
- I felt pretty after using this mask
- Bye-bye dry wintery skin (even in California)
- Lola, in ink
- Play fighting. All day, errday.
- Fav old school photo of Trey, taken by a friend when he was sixteen
- Shacka Brah! (a weird brain child drawing by Trey)
This is a video I put together from our trip to Pismo Beach a couple weeks ago. I thought I’d share it here. Here’s to it being Friday and hoping you all have a stellar weekend.