Tenth Musee

Yesterday the Wiener Nationals Wiener Dog Races were being held at Qualcomm Stadium and of course, I had to go.  Last year, I had the Nikon D80 that was on loan to me, so I spent a lot of time taking photos and not actually petting dogs. Since this year I no longer had a fancy camera, I vowed, “I intend to focus more of an effort on touching wieners this year.” Strangely enough, I had to same goal at the start of my Senior year.

And touch wieners I did!  There were so many this time, big, small, wee, long, dappled, chubby, crooked, one-eyed… and I loved them all (dogs, people… I’m talking about dogs). But what really caught my eye was the Chihuahua Rescue booth.  I’ve never been a huge chihuahua fan, but I’ve realized that it’s the owners that make them so yippy and annoying, not necessarily the dog itself.  There were some of the sweetest little dogs in there and one, a pale blonde and white male currently named Bixby totally melted my heart.

He was leaping in the air in his little playpen really high, like “Look at me! Look at me!”.  When I approached, he stopped and sat calmly, sticking his wee nose through the gate to sniff me.  When a little girl picked him up (one of the foster family members), he squirmed and carried on, but as soon as she handed him to me, he nestled against my chest and closed his eyes — except for the moment he looked up at me and licked my nose.  *swoon*

The foster mom was into me; she said we seemed to mesh and I’d have to agree. Though, he could be a big pee-factory that never shuts up and she’s trying to unload him on me, so I’m wary. But, she seemed very genuine and I was happy she got a chance to see me with the dog to know I’m not some psychopath running an illegal chihuahua fighting ring in my parking space.

I never thought I’d want a male dog, first off… and secondly, I never thought I’d want a chihuahua. I’ve had my heart set on a doxie, or maybe a corgi, for a while now.  But he just melted me, that dog, and now I’m seriously considering adopting him if he’s not gone.  mikey says I should stop torturing myself and wait for the dog I *really* want, but now I don’t know what I really want.

*sigh* Damn that cuteness!

I’ve been a big blogging slacker, but I swear I have a good excuse.  Like work and sunshine.    I went to the Del Mar Fair on the 4th of July.  I know it’s supposed to be called the San Diego County Fair now, but to hell with them. It will always be the Del Mar Fair to me. 

mikey, GFI and I got there before it opened and spent the majority of the time sifting through the assorted crap vendors in Bing Crosby Hall and the like. We stopped for cupcakes at a super cute booth that was decorated in pink and black and white with lime green accents and curly font. It looked like a website I did for a client once… only life-size.  A little surreal, but the cupcakes were good!  Three mini cupcakes in red velvet with cream cheese icing, chocolate on chocolate and vanilla cake with chocolate icing for $5.  It worked out perfectly; we each got a bite of every flavor. 

We got our handwriting analyzed because we had a sudden urge to piss away $3. The Fair does that. It’s like a state of fugue or something. One minute, you’re perfectly rational, bypassing the loud guy selling chamois, the mood-lipstick mistress, the uber-butch hocking cheese graters and then, without warning, “Let’s get our handwriting analyzed! It’s only $3!” And the next thing you know, you’ve corrupted your whole party.

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