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I looked after my brother’s dogs this past weekend. Tijs peed in the back seat of Ken’s car* on the way home from dropping Ken and Nethers off at the ferry**, and Addie now has a small piece of ear missing, but other than that, it was uneventful. Re the ear thing: A woman in my building has an apparently psychotic Basenji, and in the fray of two leashes, three dogs and one loud, lazy and entirely ineffectual owner, I failed to notice the little shit biting Addie. We were at the park a block away before I noticed she was bleeding. Did I feel like a bad human being when I noticed? Um, yep. Could I take it out on the woman and her dog when I got back? Um, nope. I considered going door to door under the guise of making sure her dog had all his vaccinations, but realized a) I was not going to be coherent b) having two dogs on the premises probably broke a strata by-law, not to mention my lease and c) I really wanted to stick close to Addie, and couldn’t drag her around the building with me. So instead I stayed home and fretted. I knew Ken wouldn’t be mad at me, per se, but no aunt wants to hand her sibling’s baby back sans bits that were definitely there when put in one’s care.
I was going to take a photo of the ear, but it was all bloody and sad, and I don’t need digital evidence to remind myself to feel guilty, seeing as she’s now missing a piece of ear. So here’s a picture of the uninjured animal:

That there’s the toque my grandmother knit me and Tiggy, looking like he is about to piss on something. Or that could just be my paranoia talking.
IN OTHER NEWS, I went to the meditation drop-in again last night, and Ang and I forewent further instruction and tried out “The Big Room.” In amongst all the foot falling asleep and people coming in and out, I did have a couple of moments where I was fully present and just concentrating on my breath. Then I noticed I WAS DOING IT, which is a lot like when you’re learning to ride a two-wheeler and your parent yells from somewhere not immediately behind you, “I’m not holding on anymore!” Kee-rash. Thankfully my cushion is low to the ground.
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* Ken, four hours before he leaves for the weekend: So, Tijs has been peeing in the house again for the last week and a half…”
** I also picked them up. Never let it be said I am not full-service.