peppering

Here's Estro on the left, with our long lost friend Corey. Corey was my brother's first dog and he had another pal named Rufus. They were both whippets and when I would walk them on leashes, they liked to be 20 feet ahead. With their sculpted, deer like physiques, they made me feel like some glamorous Art Deco sculpture myself. They lived full dog lives, that's the best you can ask for.

And Estro? She's alive and kicking (in her sleep). She and I both got haircuts on Saturday. I dropped her off at a place around the corner where she hadn't been in a while, just to switch it up, see what happens. Also, her old groomer changed ownership and phone numbers and could not be reached.

So Nick picked up Estro and her own personal orange shampoo that goes for twelve dollars and they were both home when I got there. And me? I'm sporting something reminescent of Shirley MacLaine in the Apartment. Only, I'm in my apartment.