surprisingly eventful

was initiated into the world of owning a dog this morning when i had to bathe roscoe at 6:30 this morning after me stepped in his own... well... you can guess. awesome. good thing he's cute and now he smells like pears!

hung out at my parents house with roland and john for a while while i waited to take the pup to his first vet appointment - we watched dexter. god damn i love that show. at the vet, the doctor said that roscoe is going to be a big guy with a great disposition and has a great heart (literally - a loud ticker - all strong and shit!). he had to go back for shots and a clipping and... the next bit of story requires a small bit of context - my mom had been telling me that every time i leave roscoe with her he wouldn't fuss or whine or cry or pace but would watch me leave, wait a minute to see if i was coming back and then throw his head back and howl a big long bellowing howl and then head back to play. i had never heard it so i thought she must be exaggerating... until today. when i left him in the exam room so he could get his shots i could see him through an observation window but he couldn't see me - he stood and looked at the door and then threw his tiny furry head back, closed his eyes, and howled like someone had died. it broke my heart. but as my mom said a minute later he was alright... dogs really are amazing - especially roscoe. he manages to be really loving (when he sits on my lap he rests his head on my chest and stares up at me - everytime he does it i am a goner...) but totally independent at the same time. he'll go off and play for an hour but every 15 minutes or so will come to "check in." i am not sure if it is to see that i am still there and watching or because he is watching out for me... i have a feeling i will figure that out as he gets older. anyways - rambling again - he got his shots, behaved beautifully and everyone fell in love at the vet's office... i love having a dog that is so well behaved and i can take wherever i want and i never have to worry about him barking or jumping up or getting hyper or making a mess... i am so lucky.

i got back from the vet's office and my parents had to head off to norwalk hospital to visit joey "lemons" limone and his wife at the hospital (everyone is alright - funny story involving a kid head butting someone - the not so funny punchline of tracey in the hospital for nerve damage). while they were out i watched "the bad seed" which came out in '56. it was AMAZING. completely unnerving and at 126 minutes long it subtely and beautiful builds suspense almost unnoticeably until about an hour into the movie when you realize your face is contorted and you are clenching your jaw. the end of the film is astounding and then... for the credits... instead of letting them role by with music that should match the mood the movie leaves you in (unnerved, upset, and thoughtful) they turn on like ragtime and then each of the characters bow and it COMPLETELY shattered the illusion. it was bizarre for sure. however, even though they shattered the ending tone, i still made the dogs go into the basement with me to change into my pjs because i was still pretty freaked out.

tired now - roscoe is too... he is furiously biting his own arm (a common "moooom i'm tired, put me to bed please" signal). drifting off while thinking of hot air balloons and knee deep mud.