Fleet Week

Weekends in Portland + nice weather = FESTIVALS! The Rose Festival is here and that's the biggie, but on our way there we detoured to check out the Dragon Moon Festival:

Not much going on there. Shame. We thought that was going to be cool.

Ah well, take me to the river mama!

The Saturday Market was also happening, but they are foolish and do not allow dogs. No matter, I didn't want to go there anyway...

Fleet Week is when the navy and coast guard ships come to Portland. They really do look like big Tonka toys.

Mama had to be restrained from making "sea-men-in-portland" jokes. Out loud. Sometimes she's just embarrassing.

I must say that the boats are awfully cool. I could see myself at the helm of one of these babies, or on the top, with a long scarf and my doggles just looking cool...

Not one but TWO giant St. Bernard's. They look small in this photo but do not be fooled - there is a reason you can barely see their owner in between them.

Love,

Bogart

How Are You Doing?

Some days it's sadness. Some days it's loneliness. Some days it's just fog. Things don't get better, they don't get easier, they just get "different". It has been a little more than two months now since Klaus passed away. I haven't really been able to talk about it much. Whenever I think too hard the numbness returns - kindly obstructing the worst of the pain or at least pushing it into a different part of my brain allowing me to "function" - which is oddly comforting and a strange sort of awesome.

I had my first "feature length" dream about Klaus last night. He has only popped up once before and only in a cameo role. I only sleep for a few hours at a time before I wake up, turn around, move the dog or a cat (a little), and hopefully go back to sleep. It was nice. Very nice (but apparently there isn't enough beer in dreamland according to Klaus).

Many days I would prefer to just pull up the covers and allow the day to pass, untouched. Many, many, many days. Especially on the dark, rainy ones when the water beats like a drum on the window just behind my head. Thump, thump, thump. But it is not to be. No rest for the weary when there is a young, energetic Airedale around. He sees to it that my daily exercise needs are met (several hours, minimum), that I have some human interaction (other people stopping to say how cute he is), and that I don't feel completely alone and unloved (constant face licking and following).

Walking by the river is always good - it's close to home, and the walk can be tailored into a longer one or a shorter one depending on weather conditions or mental conditions. And tonight there were many sunbreaks in between the clouds...

Sunny? Why yes, it's SUNNY. It was overcast just a minute ago...

I thought for sure Bogart was going to get his head caught in that fencing. While it would have indeed been amusing, I'm pretty darned happy that didn't happen. I did wonder what Bogart found so fascinating at the bottom, though.

But no time for wondering (or thinking, or crying)... Bogart is ready to move on to the next thing...

Other dogs. Of course. How could I not know that?

Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha...

Love,

Lulu & Bogart