Lassssssieee! Where are you?

I had my latest pup for all of 10 minutes before she decided that I was not the owner that she wanted and ran away.

So, one of my editors at work liberated this dog that she says was being abused by her neighbors. She already has 4 dogs, ranging in age from puppy to full grown dog who weigh no less that 45 pounds each, so her house is already full and she was looking for a home for the puppy that she had started calling "Baby Girl."

She told me about the dog at work a couple of weeks ago and said that she was really friendly and weighed no more than 10 pounds- music to my ears since I've been looking for a dog that weighed no more than 12 pounds and that would fit in a cute tote.

So we decided that I would have a test run Sunday while she was working. I set up a puppy play pen in the corner of my kitchen since it was on laminate and any accidents could be cleaned up quickly and easily.

My editor calls me to meet her at the office to pick up the dog and I drive over. I was a little disappointed when I got there and met Baby Girl because she in reality exceeded my size requirements, but because I said I would give it a try, I went ahead and loaded her and the goodies that her foster mommy had brought. 

Off we go to my friend Greg's house. On the way, Baby Girl (who I decided to call Sable Mae partially because of her color and partially because I randomly enjoy adding Mae to people's names), was stretched out on the back seat in chill mode, I thought, cool, she's laid back, maybe we will get along after all.

Upon arrival at Greg's house, he picks Sable Mae out of the car and puts her down on the ground - she promptly runs away. Since she isn't answering to her name, I think quick and grab the box of doggy treats from the back seat and shake the box. She stops dead in her tracks and comes back. While she's snacking, Greg snaps her leash on (it's one of those retractable ones, you'll need to keep that detail in mind).

So Sable Mae is exploring Greg's yard on the lease while we're sitting in the cargo area of his SUV, at some point Greg picks Sable Mae up and puts her between us.

Well, apparently keeping us company was less fun than sniffing the grass and chasing butterflies, so Sable Mae jumps down. When she does that, the leash falls out of my hand. While I am trying to scramble to pick the leash up, a car passes by and Sable is off like a rocket, hot in pursuit. 

Greg and I try to catch her, but she has a good 15 foot lead on us. While she is running, the leash is dragging behind her, it gets caught behind the tire of this parked truck and snaps, setting Sable free. She is officially running like the wind now and disappears from view.

Greg and I run back to my car and drive around looking for her, but we have 0 luck. Finally after 2 hours go by, I call my editor at work. I explained what happened and she sounds as worried as I feel. She jumps in her car and heads over to help us look. She stops and talks to these ladies sitting on a porch and they tell her that police picked up Sable, which makes me happy because that means she hasn't been run over by a car and won't have to spend the night in the mean streets.

So my editor calls the police, and luckily they still had her and hadn't turned her over to animal control. Sooooo, she and Baby Girl are happily reunited and I am bowing out gracefully from this situation and any other encounters with a potential pet - my heart just can't take the stress!

While the situation may seem a bit humorous now, please believe I was not laughing when I was in the heat of the moment!

You always need a good pair of heels

Although I have always loved my friends, living hours away from them has taught me to appreciate them even more.

Don't get me wrong, I've made some great friends since I've been back home, but nothing beats a good convo with one of my "throwbacks."

To me, the sign of a great friendship is when you see or talk to that person after several months or longer and you just pick back up where you left off like there was no absence at all.  I consider myself to be very fortunate to have such people in my sister circle. 

There is something to be said about having a history together, I mean to the outside world somethings may make no sense, but to your close friends, its totally logical and they know exactly where you're coming from. 

For instance if I said any of the following things to you, would you know what I'm saying without any further explanation? 

  •  Take that s**t to the restaurant

  •  The b**ch had options

  •  I'm so sober I could drive to Alabama

  • Knock, knock new _________

  • Check my hoof work

  • I don't do cuddling 

  • What you thought? !

 

A bit confused, huh? Well its understandable, most people wouldn't get it. But my good girlfriends know exactly what I'm saying and the situation that I'm referring to. 

Good friends are like a broken in pair of classic black high heels. They fit so well into your wardrobe (life) but you tend to take them for granted. You go out and buy a new pair of tangerine stilettos to go with a specific outfit. Those new stilettos are great for the moment, but you still have to walk around in them for a while to break them in; whereas those black heels go with almost everything and are good to go as soon as you put them on...

See real girlfriends help you get on the right foot so to speak when your world seems a bit off kilter. A real girlfriend loves you straight no chaser style, they know the no frills version of you without the polished looking outfit, fresh hair do and perfectly done make-up. They've seen you raw and uncut and still love and respect you. They know your dirt, but still appreciate the beautiful flower that you've become. (Read that last sentence again, it was deep and you didn't even notice. A flower grows from dirt....people grow from their mistakes...or at least they should...) Get it?

So in short, I love a cute pair of new trendy footwear, but I will always keep my classic black heels in the front of my closet....

Stepping outside the box...

I've never been much of a follower - some people are born to lead-  but I've decided to step outside of my box and join my friends in the blogging word.

I'm also an intensely private person, so sharing my thoughts with anyone outside of my close circle of friends and family is highly unusual for me, but someone once told me that you will never grow if you don't step outside of your comfort zone, so here I am, baring all to the world - okay, maybe not all, I'm no exhibitionist...but it is a great deal more than usual. 

I guess it's only fair that I give a little background about myself. Let's see here...what's worth mentioning.....

   • I've been working at a newspaper in my hometown in southeast Georgia for the past 2 years- I never thought I would've come back home so soon, but there I was 2 months after graduation with no job offers, so when they offered me a position I jumped at the chance. 

  • I'm selectively single, not to say that I'm not dating, but as my best friend told me "scumballs are so 2002" so I'm done settling for just any Tom, Dick, or Hakeem. So until someone worth while comes along, I'm just loving life and living it up unattached.

 • No kids, but I do have a super smart niece and three handsome Godsons, so I get to indulge my maternal side when its convenient and ship them back home to mommy and daddy when Auntie Brandee needs a cocktail : )

 • I despise ignorance, rudeness and grape flavored candies, punches and sodas.

 • I'm perfectly content watching HGTV, Style Network and Food Network all day. Or curling up in my big comfy, leather rocking recliner with a good book and a glass of wine, or hot chocolate, depending on how I'm feeling.

• I used to curse like a sailor, but I'm trying to cut back and I think it's working because my coworkers call me wholesome! 

I think we're off to a good start, so I'll leave it at that for now...if there's one thing that I've learned as a journalist, it's that you have to give people enough to be satisfied for the moment, but always leave them with a reason to come back...