WAIT! I forgot something!
Rita's been wanting a dog for a while now. Skya passed away about a year ago and it's time to have another companion in the home!! So! She looks on the animal rescue sites and finds 5 German Shepard mix puppies that are up for adoption! AAAAHHHHHH!!! YES! I will have one (or 2 or 3) also please! We zoom down to the shelter because they close at 5 (it's 4:15) and ask about the puppies. Well the lady looks at us all exasperated and such and says the last puppy was adopted 2 hours ago. Aw, man. Ok. That's fine. Of course puppies are the first to go! They don't have any bad habits yet, they're fairly predictable, you can train them how you want them to be whereas older dogs...well, you really just don't know...and yes, I know this from experience since our dog is no longer around humans, or animals.
So we ask to see this German Shepard/Cattle Dog mix named Mousse Royale. Thassa silly name! And they're all like, he doesn't like people, he's very shy, you may not be a good fit, he's skiddish, etc. Just show us the dog lady!
Mousse comes out and we go into the social room with him and yes, he is scared. So very scared. Any regular movement freaks him out so you have to move in slow motion around him. He has scabs and scars all over his body and he is so thin that you can see every rib. (sigh) Humans. Why do you do this to animals??!!
Here we are hanging out with him and he walks over to the door, lifts his leg and proceeds to pee all over the door. AAAHAHAHAHA! I thought maybe they had taken him out before we saw him because it took them 20 minutes to get the dog out to us.
I look at Rita and see her face and what's in her eyes and know that she is hooked even though the dog is not paying any attention to her.
We're ready. Rita wants him, but it's too late. And here is the worst customer service experience I have had in a long time. The girl at the counter says he won't get along with her cat, that he's not trained, he won't do well on a leash, he'll nip at your calf when he walks with you, he'll try to fight other dogs if he gets over excited, blah blah blah. We don't care. Cat test him, then hand him over.
"You need to come back tomorrow or something because we're closing in 5 minutes."
Oh, ok biatch. Thanks for being so friendly and accomodating. It's like you don't even want us to adopt a dog. Do you want to keep him for yourself? You understand that there are kill shelters out there and for every dog you get adopted you can then take one from the kill shelter and save it. What's wrong with you??!! She had massive attitude and a look that said, you don't know what you're doing. Jerk.
Ok, well you know what? We're coming back tomorrow right when you open to get this dog. Be ready.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
07/02/11
AND! We’re up! And we’re going to “The Big Egg” for breakfast and coffee. Obviously, Rita and her mum didn’t get the memo that Amber needs at least 1 cup of coffee before she can function properly…that’s ok…I’ll just stumble into my clothes (and hopefully put them on correctly and stare blankly at the menu until you order for me!
The Big Egg is located off of Mississippi St. in a food cart area! It’s set up this way and permanent!! There’s a vegan place and a coffee place and…so much! There were I think 10(ish) carts there! WOW! Oh, and not carts really but converted campers and such. Tssssssss. Awesome. You have to get here when they open though (8am) otherwise you will have to wait 45 minutes for your breakfast burrito! Whoa! Yes, that’s how good the food is!
10:00 am:
Hanging out on Rita’s new patio that she and her mum made from broken up concrete, bits of brick, and dirt! It’s awesome and the moss will be planted soon so it can grow all over it! Rita’s yard is a gardener’s paradise (not to be confused with a gangsta’s paradise). Her sister, Renee designed and installed it. And WOW! So yea, sitting in her yard made me feel quite at home and I believe may have defragmented me…
11:00 am:
We’re off to go hiking in the gorge to find waterfalls and moss and trees and such! YAY! And it’s beautiful. The waterfall? HUGE! I don’t know how far up the mountain it starts, but WOW! It’s far and you can see the sheets of water falling from the cliff. We all hiked up to the top (2 miles) to see the view. The people at the bottom were just pinpricks of humanness…yea, it was a long way up!
And driving home we get the view again. Mount Hood and Mount St. HelensWashington State
9:00 pm:
Home and hanging out after a walk around the neighborhood and decide that we need to eat again, because that’s what you do in Portland Oregon Portland
11:00 pm:
Sleep again. And still so very happy.
07/01/11
UP! No sign of crazy bird, no bird droppings anywhere, and my eyeballs are still in tact. Phew!
9:30 am:
CHEESE FACTORY TOUR!!!!! YAY!!!!! Tillamook makes cheese and there’s a factory where you can see how it’s done! It’s like Sesame Street but in person! ‘Member??!
It was AWESOME!!!! The workers didn’t look too pleased that there was a whole bunch of people staring at them. It’s set up like an autopsy room in college, where everyone is on the next floor up behind glass and they are doing the autopsy on the first floor under really bright lights. They also looked COMPLETELY bored out of their minds…
After the self-guided tour I gots some ICE CREAM! I asked for the smallest one and the guy told me that the junior cone was only the size of a golf ball, so I opted for the “small” instead. Tsssss. Should have went with the junior ‘cause that small was HUGE! I asked him if he could help me with it, which consequently, embarrassed the ba-jesus outta him. Edit your words, Amber…please!!
All fine and good, hanging out on the picnic bench in the parking lot trying to eat this Strawberry ice cream cone when…wha? Yea, you guessed it. Some duchetube drives by and says something leering and jerk-like about me and the ice cream cone and…well, you get it. REALLY???!!! It’s ice cream. BAH!! Leave me be! I just had a cheese factory tour and am really happy right now. Jerk.
1:00 pm:
I went back to the State Park I was at yesterday to get a campsite. One night in a hotel with a pool and Jacuzzi and bed made me allllllll bettah! But, wha? It’s all full? And the same guy was at the registration booth and asked me if I found a room alright and if I slept ok. Awwwwwww! (heart) OH! And I didn’t stay at the first hotel I stopped at because the parking area smelled like rotten garbage and the main office smelled like cat piss! EW! No!
Why is it full??? Wha happened? And then he looks at me with a pitiful look and says “It’s fourth of July weekend. You’ve been on the road for a while, huh?” (smirk/smile). HA! Yea! Fourth of July weekend huh? Uh. Oh. That means the hotels are all gonna be booked and the hostels and the State Parks, right? State parks=full [confirmation by nice dude at booth]. Ok, can I hang out in the day use area? Yes, yes I can! All day long until sunset if I want to.
So I sat on the beach and watched a bunch of people…who had campsites or homes or hotels to sleep in that night. Yes, please. Feel pity for this girl!!!
Back to my car, changed into jeans and t-shirt, because I needed to be prepared for the worst…which was what? Zombie attack?? Apocalypse? Sleeping in my car on the side of the road? READY!
2:30 pm:
I’m sitting in my car (tailgate party style!) looking at my books and maps and such and I have just confirmed that yes, all of the reasonably priced hotels are all booked and the hostels are full. Awesome. I’m pretty sure that if I pull up in that far corner there, no one will notice me during the night…hmmmmmm.
Just then this amazing old Chevy drives by (it’s dark tan—purdy) with a camper attached to the back. The gentleman smiles at me as he passes, then parks and heads to the beach.
20 minutes later the gentleman comes back to the parking lot and heads straight for me. He asks what I’m doing/where I’m from/where I’m headed. We talk about Jezebel and his camper…he’s a certified camper inspector (I didn’t know there were such things!) and I told him he should have been with me when I got Jezebel. He asks where I’m staying and I told him…honestly, I have no idea. Everything is full so I thought I would just sit here and procrastinate until they kicked me out! LOL! Huge Amber smile/laugh. He introduces himself to me as Tony and then proceeds to tell me that he’s going to go find his daughter to see if they have room for me at their site. I would just have to pay the extra car fee ($5) and his daughter has 3 girls so if I can handle all of that, then he’ll see what he can do! WOW! Really??!! That’s the most amazing thing evah!! I (heart) you Grandfather Tony!! He asks if I’m going to be there a while yet and I tell him for at least another hour or so.
4:30 pm:
No sign of Tony…and it makes me sad…like he set me up for a fall, but maybe his daughter said no and he doesn’t want to tell me that…
You know who I have 1 ½ hours away though??? Rita Minjarez!! Yep! I’m not supposed to arrive until the 3rd, but um…it’s either that or the side of the road and if I wrote THAT story in my blog me mum would be quite upset with me!!!
Rita’s amazing and we met in high school in Germany
The last year I was there, we realized we had the same friends and hung out together a couple of times. We bonded and since then, well, nothing has come between our friendship and most likely never will. Oh except that one time we went to see Jane’s Addiction and on the way back I was playing them too loud on the boombox…the stereo didn’t work in the car…she got mad…Rita’s scary when she gets mad! She’s even scary when she pretends to be mad!!!
6:00 pm:
Pulling in to Portland Oregon Germany
- Grilled Salmon with reduction sauce
- Spinach with onions and raisins
- Mashed potatoes
- Garlic bread
- Blueberry cobbler with Mascarpone cheese
- PBR
- Whiskey shots
Yes, that was dinner. You’re totally jealous, huh? And yes, I ate the salmon and it was so frackin’ delicious!!!!!
Then we hung out for the night and I got to hear Rita’s laugh over and over again…she has the most contagious laugh EVAH! <3
Sleep! Content. Happy. Crushed.
That night there was a bright white glow coming from outside my window. Maybe I was dreaming? Hmmmmmm…
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)