...and typically, it's none of the dogs that we've been looking at. He's a Border Collie crossed with a Poodle (the standard variety) so as of Sunday morning, he looked like this:
and eventually, he will look like this (which as has already been pointed out is not so different from yours truly):
We pick him up tomorrow afternoon and even though we have been out and spent the sort of money a homeless person could restart their life with, I have the feeling I am still unprepared for what is to come. We have named him Hector...
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Yesterday, I started looking at some travel plans for next year. New York, Oregon and Milan are all looking hot. It will be good to get back to the Apple but I've never been to the Oregon or Milan before. I also need to figure out getting back to Copenhagen for a week or so to recharge the heart. I wonder why some places echo with you and others send you scurrying. Do some places give off a vibration that are on the same wavelength as your soul and that's why you feel like you should stay? It's probably not selective is it? I guess they all do or they don't. Maybe it's the collective mindset of the people. Copenhagen: writing, drinking coffee, walking with the dog, taking in some good food. Somalia: murdering, stealing boats, kidnapping, buying a machete. Is that how it works? That government has got a serious tourism problem on its hands - Somalia, not Copenhagen.
I'm sure I can fit a couple of others in somewhere along the way - just not sure where or why. Lot's of time to decide though. Maybe something will get handed to me on a plate if I keep some time free. I know the Gods like to fill free space with busy-ness whenever they can - you just have to watch that you've taken care of all your shit at home first otherwise, the Gods can be lazy and simply pick up whatever is close at hand for you to play with.
We must make them work for their grapes.
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To wrap up, I'll leave you with this from a new friend... not for any ego reasons but because I like the way it sounds and it's funny:
"You write like Paulo Coelho crossed with Charles Bukowksi. I could totally be into that shit."
Can that actually be marketed in the real world?
Let's do this thing.
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* Apologies... I thought I had posted this already. It's now two days later than when I wrote it but not much has happened save moving everything in the house to about three feet above floor/dog level. He's very sweet but holy cow, he's gonna be a handful...