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Two for Two and Cute Doggie Lips

Yep, I walked again today. With Meg, who actually might need the walks just as much as I do. But for different reasons. Which I won’t go into because I spend far too much time talking about Meg.

She’s not our only dog, you know.

There’s also CeCe, our little princess, who was, after all, our first dog. I can’t take C along because she has issues. Lots of issues, actually, but the one that prevents me from taking her along is intestinal. The poor girl has had diarrhea off and on for a while now. We’re still trying to get to the bottom of it (yes, we’ve been to the vet).

When she has to go, she has to go. The end result is usually a puddle. So, if she goes on someone’s lawn, I can’t pick it up. Then my neighbors would consider me one of THOSE PEOPLE that don’t pick up after their pets!

When we left this morning, C was busy chewing her “chewy.” In this case, a bully stick. You don’t REALLY want to know what that is, so just think of it as a dog treat. Which it is, of course.

C loves them. Just look at the way she is focused. What I find interesting is how she uses her hands to hang on to it while she chews.

The girl is in dire need of a pedicure. Which she hates, by the way. Just another one of her many issues.

One of the things I love about C is her hairy lips. Looking at her hairy lips, that is. Aren’t they cute? Seriously.

This is one of the pictures her foster mom sent me when we were considering adoption. I just couldn’t say no to those lips. The rest of her body looked pretty pathetic (she was neglected and seriously underweight).

Could you say no to those lips? I mean, really. Aside from the hair, don’t they look painted on? And puckered into a kiss? Mike and I sure thought so. Especially since, at the time, Amy favored lipstick that was almost exactly that color (sorry, Amy, but it is true).

Here, have a closer look…

Lucky for us, C is not a kisser. But I still think she has really cute lips.

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Making Changes, One Step at a Time

For a long time now, I’ve not been real happy with the fact that my girth keeps expanding with age. It isn’t just age, it is lack of activity.

It was bad enough when I worked in an office where I was up and down all day, getting stuff off the printer, chasing folks down, going to the lunchroom for drinks (uh…snacks, too), and even occasionally walking across the parking lot for lunch.

Now that I work as a “regional” employee (from my home office), my printer is within arm’s reach. I chase folks down via phone and e-mail. I hardly ever go to lunch and when I do, I drive. I do walk downstairs to the kitchen for drinks, but I tend to graze at the same time. On junk, of course.

No wonder my fat ass keeps getting fatter!

As you can see in this picture (the most-recent one I have), I’m not morbidly obese or anything. In fact, some people might not even call me fat. My girlfriend, Carol, says it is just that I am not used to having some meat on my bones.

That could be the case, but I feel fat. And I am tired of having to buy larger and larger sizes!

For some time, I’ve thought about walking in the morning. Well, I finally got off my lazy ass this morning and did it. And you know what? Aside from the humidity, it felt pretty good. I took Meg with me, too. She actually walked like a civilized dog. And it made her happy for a change!

I am determined to make this walking thing a habit. I figured if I told the world via this humble little Blog, the whole world would know I’m a loser if I stop. So, world, make sure you call me a loser regularly if I stop walking (or exercising in some alternate way if it rains/snows).

I guess that’s it for today. Now I need to hurry and grab that Twinkie and Frappuccino before I have to start working. I’m kidding, of course, though I do love my Java Chip Frappuccino once in a while.

Wish me luck on my quest for a slimmer, healthier me.

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Why We Built a House in West Virginia

We just had one of the best weekends I can remember. We finally got to use the WV place strictly for FUN. That’s right, FUN. No work. Just relaxing, riding our motorcycles, and hanging out with our close friends Kathy and Barry Spice. They came to visit for the weekend with their dog, Max, who is not pictured here. (There’s lots of pictures from the weekend on my Web site.)

We did a short ride on Friday, stopping in Capon Bridge (about 30 minutes east of Romney) at a yummy little Mexican place called El Puente for dinner. The food is awesome. I am so sad we didn’t start going there years ago!

Saturday was our big day. We did a 200-plus-mile loop over about 8 hours through some gorgeous countryside on curvy mountain roads. Motorcycle riding doesn’t get much better.

Then Barry grilled us a dinner of steak, potatoes and broccoli and plied us with beverages (lemonade mixed with blueberry vodka…YUM).

After dinner we just spent time chatting and relaxing after our glorious day.

They left early on Sunday; Kathy had things to do. So Mike and I did a short 100-mile ride, stopping at El Puente in Capon Bridge, again, for lunch. (I told you the food was good!)

It is a good thing we’re pretty much finished working up here. This motorcycle riding can be quite addictive. As can just sitting around relaxing, hanging out with friends, exploring the town (I have been meaning to do this for years), etc.

By the way, if you didn’t click on my “exploring the town” link above, which leads to my Picasa page and features lots of pictures of Romney, you should CLICK HERE NOW. Assuming, of course, you actually want to see pictures of Romney.

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Meg’s Moods

It isn’t just me that would rather be anywhere but here. Really.

I’ve often told people that Meg pouts when we are at our Maryland house. They usually say something like “Oh yeah?” and/or a slight nod that says, “Yeah, whatever. A dog that pouts.”

So I decided to take some pictures. Now I have proof. The following pictures were shot over the course of a few days.

Does that look like a pout to you?

How about this one?

I guess she doesn’t look TOO pathetic here.

She looks pretty sad in this one.

This one, too.

Now, she looks REALLY sad here.

But things are looking up. That’s because I just told her we’d be going to “the WV” soon.

Once she gets to our humble little cabin in the woods, she’s a happy girl once again.

You can see she’s smiling here.

This is Meg, totally in her element.

You be the judge. She went from this…

…to this.

So, would you agree that my dog pouts? Or am I just guilty of hopeful pet-owner personification?

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I Made It!!!

I’m in Romney using the town library’s wireless Internet. It is slow, but better than nothing. If it weren’t for the Hampshire County Library going wireless, I wouldn’t be able to work from our humble mountain abode.

Which, by the way, is what I should be doing. Work that is. So, back to it.

We’ll be in WV for a few days, so you won’t see any new posts for a while.

TTFN