July 02, 2003 - 6:02 p.m.

Happy belated Canada Day!
Mood:

I should have said that yesterday but alas, I was gallivanting around White Rock in a red tanktop, red belt, red & white shoes, a flag and a white pin. I don't know why but for some reason this Canada day sucked. Last year I didn't do anything and I felt bad because everyone ELSE made plans, did stuff and I refused to come along, so this time I promised myself I'd be all patriotic so I bought a flag and hung it outside so everyone could see it from the bridge, then I dressed up and while being outside I must have seen like maybe 3 people in Canada "gear" and a few flags here and there. NONE (except for mine) in our neighbourhood! It felt weird. Not to mention we also won the bid for the Olympics, so there's something else to be "proud of". I wouldn't say "stupid Olympics", but I'm going to say, "Stupid Vancouver", and that I feel sorry for everyone who's going to live there to see this through. I'm so glad I moved out.

Red's so naive too. I told him they'll kill themselves with taxes to pay for all the shit they're planning to build and he was like, "I don't think they'll raise taxes"... I was like, "Ok so who do you THINK will pay for all that?"

Just glad it's not going to be me that's for sure. By then I'll be at least a 2 or even 3 year resident of White Rock, far far far away from Vancouver and possibly laughing at everyone.

But enough of that. Damn what a busy last few days. The weekend was great. Red and I hung out and just did a ton of stuff. Went out to eat, looked at cars (I was telling him that I wanted to modify my beetle and maybe get a custom hood and bumpers to make it look sportier, might get it repainted too, I have a few ideas but basically I'd go for a "racing beetle" look, like a Nascar.) We went out for a walk on the beach with his parents (that was yesterday). The tide was out and we went to this wild beach just off of Crescent Beach. It was sssoooo wonderful. I was dressed up so I felt sorry I didn't bring shorts and some water shoes because I wanted to get into the water with the dog and his mom. Instead we walked around looking at all the little beached critters waiting for the tide to come back in. That's the life though. I cannot WAIT to be able to walk on the beach every day, spend the evenings exploring new places and wake up early in the morning to run around when the tide goes way way out (then you can usually walk for miles straight out into the sea on beautiful, soft sand).

Monday was fun. I had a meeting in Van that day so it passed quickly. I got home at around 6 and then my mom came home and asked if I wanted to go to some little family get together so I said yes. We came home at 1. My dad was being a nasty bitch the entire day and he refused to come even though HE was the one who arranged the get-together. Some family friends were visiting from Edmonton. They always ask us to go over there for a visit but none of us want to. We went once but the place leaves a LOT to be desired so we always drag them down here to explore our area.

Today wasn't so bad either. I worked some, finished reading one of my "Pom" books and made a list of everything I'd need to do/buy/teach the puppy. Damn, what a list. I was trying to remember how I did it with Bandit, because the training is the most consuming part, and I forgot that I taught him as we played and went about our daily business. So I'd teach him "sit" and "off (as in leave it alone)" and "stay" while playing fetch and tugging.

I'm still going to puppy/doggy school though which works out PERFECTLY with the car and everything because I need to drive to Langley (it's about 20 minutes away) and it goes from 7 to 9 pm. I'm sort of excited about that because it's a controlled environment which also allows dogs to socialize with other dogs and owners who are taught how to handle their dogs around other dogs so as not to promote agression. I've met a LOT of agressive dogs and it blows ass because that's why Bandit was so standoffish when it came to bigger dogs. He had about 3 terrible experiences of huge dogs jumping at him and trying to bite him. Fucking people. If you can't properly socialize your dog and he's fucking huge don't GET a fucking dog you asshole. I could seriously choke assholes like that.

Ok well, enough of me ranting tough. This obviously only applies to dumbass people and thankfully, MOST people who own pets are actually quite responsible and awesome. In fact: when going for a walk, pay attention to people who walk dogs in a "calm" manner. It's almost guaranteed that people walking a dog along a sidewalk full of other people and dogs are probably walking a dog who isn't going to snap at a smaller animal. Thanx to the new sidewalk, and our long walks, Bandit HAS gotten used to larger dogs and we've had a lot less problems with him freaking out.