While I haven’t been living in the city for very long, I somehow forgot how dark the suburbs are once the sun goes down. There are no streetlights, no bright billboards, it’s just plain old dark. So dark that I need an actual headlight to walk the dogs in the morning and at night. I don’t even care that I got a few random looks. How do people out here walk their pups otherwise?! And why did I not remember this?
Since Friday night Josh, Chick and I have been spending our time out in the suburbs taking care of my sweet old Gin, who has been a part of my life since I was in fifth grade. FIFTH GRADE WHAT?! The dog that I grew up with is now a very old girl and it is sad and heartbreaking to watch how slowly she moves up the steps and how hard it is for her to jump on the bed. She sure makes little Chick (who is technically a senior herself!) seem like a spring chicken. But, these two have been getting along swimmingly and I am grateful for it.
{Bday flowers from Dad.}
25 was a good day, but I’m kind of sad that it’s over. We went out to dinner at a diner nearby (I was hoping to recreate Luke’s Diner from Gilmore Girls and I love sandwiches; Josh was rather dismayed) and then out to lunch at Pompeii the next day with my dad. This week I’m catching up with my sweet Ginny while my mom is away and I’m happy to say that she and Chick are getting along just fine — by ignoring each other.
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The Girl and Her Dog 