Want to see pictures of a happy dog?

Then go here:

http://findleo.blogspot.com/

Because the website could now change its name to Found Leo!

Some pretty darn inventive searchers built a trap and were able to catch him yesterday-- after more than five weeks missing. And does he ever look relieved to be safe.

I think this truly shows what happens when you lend a hand to your fellow dog owner: very, very good things!

Congratulations to the searchers and the Atlantic Region Central Border Collie Rescue! And welcome back, Leo!

Please Help find Leo!

Maybe it's because I now have a dog, or that one of our family dogs ran away, but I've noticed that there are a lot of missing dogs out there. Now there's one in our neighborhood: Leo.

There's a lot more information about Leo and pictures on his blog.

I just feel awful for this handsome boy. He's a Border Collie from the Atlantic Region Central Border Collie Rescue that's had a very hard life-- for instance, he has a bullet lodged and a healed fracture in just one leg alone. Can you imagine that? The poor boy, after about 12 hours in his new foster home in early June, he zipped out the door, and his people have been trying to bring him home ever since.

The good news is, they've not only had sightings this past weekend, they have a motion-sensor camera on a feeding station and have caught him on it.

Sending lots of love to Leo's family and searchers-- here's hoping he comes home soon!

Alice's first love.

In the last blog post, Mr. Puggle asked who was in the picture above Alice's dishes. That's Alice's cupcake boyfriend, Warren Brown.


Mr. Brown is the owner of Cakelove, a cupcake place around the DC area. We have one in our neighborhood, and we used to go in there so often, they cheered when we walked in like they did for Norm on Cheers.

Everything there is good. The Human Male's favorite are the brown velvet cupcakes, and I like the orange on vanilla. And baby pumpkin heads, Salty Caramel cake, and Cynthia's Sin. YUMMMM.

Alice loves Cakelove's vanilla cupcakes so much, she wants to marry Warren. But since he's already betrothed (and she's a dog), she had to settle having her picture semi-taken with him at last year's National Book Festival.

Only dogs will accept ice cubes as birthday presents.

Earlier this year, I learned that dogs love ice cubes. I'm not sure how I managed to just find this out now, but I'm glad I did. I've seen fewer things funnier than Alice contemplating how to eat an ice cube.

So for her birthday, I decided to fill her water dish up with ice cubes as a special treat this morning. She got so excited, she wiggled and bounced around. And then she started digging them out. It was the cutest thing.

I did it again tonight and recorded it.



You should see our kitchen-- there are serious puddles. Plus her feet are completely wet, and she knows it-- she's jumping up on us, leaving little wet footprints everywhere.

Happy Birthday, Snugs.

Happy Birthday... kind of.

According to Alice's paperwork, today is her birthday. I love birthdays and would love to celebrate hers, but here's the catch: being a stray, the only paperwork we have is from the vet that saw her while she was in the shelter-- and because of that, we're pretty sure today was the day she lost her puppy.

Because it's all over her paperwork, we use today on anything where we have to list Alice's birthdate to keep things consistent. But since it may not actually be her birthday, and because there might be something not so happy associated with it, The Human Male and I are a little conflicted on how much we should celebrate it-- particularly since we also plan on celebrating her adoption day.

What dates do you celebrate for your pets? Birthdays? The day they came home? Both? Neither? Something else?

Marlow, go home!

Many of you may have seen Mr. Puggle's blog today on Marlow, the puggle from Manassas, VA who went missing when he slipped out of his collar on the Fourth of July.


I feel awful for his owners-- you expect the Fourth of July to be such a fun day, and then something so upsetting happens.

Here's the neighborhood near where he was lost:


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If you're in the Roseberry neighborhood of Manassas and come across that handsome little guy, please call 703-282-3061.

The Hunt.

On Saturday, the SciFi Channel had a Twilight Zone marathon. We recorded a whole bunch of them, and tonight we popped one on. It was called "The Hunt", and it told the story of a man and his dog who go out on a raccoon hunt, end up drowning, and coming back as ghosts, trying to find Heaven.

Being the quintessential 1950-60s macabre TV show, I expected something off the wall and unsettling to happen. What we found instead was the sweetest, most wonderful tale of love and loyalty to a pet.

If you haven't seen it before, I found the episode online here. Sorry I ruined it, but it's still good.

Will Rogers said it best: "If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went."

Happy Fourth of July!

We're making sure Alice gets plenty of time outside on this beautiful day before the super scary fireworks start. Happy Fourth of July to you all!

Minus one puggle.

June was a busy month, and I'm a bit behind on posts. Let me fill you in on one big event from last month.

Approximately thirty seconds after getting back from Chattanooga, I flew up to Buffalo, New York for a conference. This is the first time since we got Alice that I've traveled without her. I have to say, it felt really weird not having her there. I missed that sweet little girl something fierce.

I actually started out okay. I was only gone a week and was busy all of it, and The Human Male is with her and I know they'll have fun together. Then I found a channel with an America's Next Top Model marathon my first day, and a terribly sad HeartGard commercial came on-- it was that one with the dog in the cage getting the heartworm treatment and they talk about how he can't have much human contact. I actually got a little misty.

After a night spent not bending around a puggle and a long day working the conference, I was doing okay again. But I came back to the hotel tonight and found an Alice hair on my laptop. It made me cry a little-- but not as hard as when I lost the hair. I missed that sweet little girl something fierce.

Okay, so I wasn't totally without her: I brought a picture of Alice along with me. So I decided to take pictures around town with the picture. So it's kind of like she's here. Just flatter and less inclined to beg for treats.

Here "she" is in front of the big Buffalo Theatre sign.


And in front of a buffalo.


My coworker and I went out to dinner at a great restaurant called The Chocolate Bar.


I had a raspberry truffle martini. It was delicious.


Main Street in Buffalo has a trolley system. The framework on it is really cool.


Buffalo also has an obelisk that looks like a mini-Washington Monument. The idea of a fake Alice in front of a fake Washington Monument makes me giggle.


The conference ran from Sunday to Wednesday. On Thursday, I hopped on Amtrak and headed across New York State to Albany to visit my Urban Family. This was Alice's "first" train ride.


Funny aside, a few stops after I got on, this guy wearing a leather jacket and carrying a nice suitcase sat down in the row across from me. I didn't think much of him until he took off his jacket, exposing his old, ripped up racing shirt, with the sleeves and collar cut off. Then he opened up a cooler, pulled out a can of Budweiser, and slipped it into a coozie. By the way, this was 10:45 in the morning. I was all prepared to be snobby about it, but when he finished and went in his cooler to grab another, he leaned over to me and politely asked if I wanted one. I didn't accept, but it was seriously the nicest thing anyone did for me this week.

I was greeted at the Albany-Rensselaer train station by my friends $-Money and Sean. What a nice treat! I went to grad school in Albany and lived there for a few years, so it holds a special place in my heart. I've also had some very odd and memorable experiences here-- it's easily the weirdest place I've ever lived. This was the first time I've been back since I moved two years ago, and I knew there are some special places around town that I just had to get "Alice"'s picture in front of.

One is The Egg.


The Egg is a theatre in downtown Albany that looks like the spaceship for a breed of alien chickens. It's a great place to see a show-- because it's roundish, there isn't a bad seat in the house.

We dropped my stuff off at $-Money's house, and then we walked over to Lark Street. We cut through Washington Park, this great place that was designed by the same guy that did Central Park. In the Park, there's a giant fountain of Moses. I don't know why.


We walked through Washington Park to get to Bombers Burrito Bar. Bombers may be my favorite place in all of Albany-- and there are some super mean restaurants there (I actually lost 10lbs when I moved to DC because the food's not as good here). Over the years Bombers has gotten fancier, but it's still no-frills, awesome giant burritos and the best margaritas around. One of the best things about Bombers is that on your birthday, you can get either a free burrito or a giant margarita with sparklers in it. I still celebrate birthdays with giant margaritas because of it.


I wanted a picture of Alice here for a couple of reasons. One, it's my favorite; two, many special moments in my life over the past five years have occurred here (including that my fam went here for lunch before my grad school commencement ceremony); and three, The Human Male and I met each other here, at $-Money's 25th birthday party *. In fact, we met right in this booth.


I'm going to state for the record that I tried to talk to the Human Male that night, but he ignored me. Nay, he gave me attitude, and then he ignored me. I wrote him off as a frat boy. We started dating a year later **, after he started talking to me and I learned he wasn't actually a frat boy.

My burrito and margaritas were just as I remembered. Delicious, filling, and I needed a nap afterwards.

While on Lark, we also stopped by Hodge-Podge Books. This was special for a couple of reasons: one, it's a little kids' bookstore, just like Shop Around the Corner in You've Got Mail; and two, the shop just closed at the end of June and is going strictly online. It's pretty bittersweet, and I needed to have a picture of Alice in front of it.

On Friday, $-Money and I went down to Poughkeepsie to visit our friend Katie. The Human Male's from there, so we do have actual pictures of Alice there. But not in this super-classy top we found at C.C. New York Wigs.

Katie has a cat named Regis, who's both the biggest and fanciest man cat alive. I had to get a picture of Alice with him.

We stopped for lunch at the Eveready Diner in Hyde Park, which you might recognize if you watch the Food Network. When we go to the PK, I always try to stop here. The food's awesome and the Sundaes are EPIC. I got a cherry ice cream soda that was beyond awesome.

After we got back to Albany, another member of the Urban Family, Miss Heather, arrived from Long Island, and she, $-Money, and I went over to the Biergarten. It's a new place run by the same guy that owns Bombers and is in an old firehouse that used to house one of my favorite places in the city when I lived here called Noche (also owned by the Bombers Guy). I'm convinced that space has good vibes-- I've never had a bad time at any establishment that's been there. It was really fun to see what it looks like now. Noche used to be very sleek and dark, all red lamps and black leather couches. Now it's brightly-lit picnic tables and even brighter colors, with peanut shells all over the floor. Oh, and on your birthday, you get a beer served in a 2-liter glass boot.

Out of all the great times I've had in this space, this one was way up there. This is the type of place that needed to go in here.


On Saturday, we met up with some other friends at the Miss Albany Diner (which is next door to the Biergarten).


If you've ever seen the movie Ironweed, you might recognize this place. I can't say enough good things about it. It's a great cross between being as old-school as a diner gets, but with incredibly creative food-- like making a delicious horseradish sauce for the garden omelet (which has different veggies every time), or making home fries with sweet potatoes and peanut sauce.

Down the street from here is a giant Nipper statue. Alice had to go to it.


Rumor has it that Nipper's little brother, aptly named Little Nipper, is up in Baltimore. I'm going to try to hunt him down with the Real Alice.

Later in the afternoon, we stopped by Kurver Kreme, an ice cream stand that's a lot better than it should be. Miss Heather and I regularly had dates here during college and after work. The Human Male and I have had a few dates there, too.


Saturday evening, we went to a Roller Derby match. It was hugely fun, and our team (the Department of Public Hurts-- BRILLIANT) won! The roller girls were really nice and the crowd was great. There were all kinds there: college kids, twenty- and thirty-somethings, families. The little kids were the best. You could tell they were getting a kick out of the pushing and the fun uniforms. It was really touching to see the little girls watch the match-- this may sound a little strange, but what a wonderful, powerful example the roller girls were setting.


I left first thing the next morning, and got back to my real Alice in the afternoon. She looked smaller than I remembered, and was eighty times happier. I also learned that she pulls the stuffing out of her toys for my benefit.

As much of a pain as it is, I'd rather be picking it up than not having her around.


* As a courtesy to her, I'd like to point out that we were celebrating her 25th birthday in the fewtcha. Don't worry, $-Money-- I'll go along with you being 18.

** Today, in fact, is our third anniversary.

My life is complete.

I'm so excited right now, I don't know even know what to write. So I just have to say it:

I MET WONDER WOMAN.

Lynda Carter did a CD signing at the Downtown Barnes & Noble tonight. My friend Honey and I went.

And we took Alice, in her special patriotic star bandanna.





Next to my mom, Lynda Carter is the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. And it's not even like "I had a lot of work done" kind-of pretty. No, we're talking "I was sculpted by the Gods and look even better at 57 than I did at 27" pretty.

I asked if she minded if we took a picture with Alice and she said of course not. While I was picking her up, she told me I was beautiful. Beautiful!

Holy cow, can I tell you what that means to someone who lived in Wonder Woman Underoos for several years as a child? I don't have the words to describe it, except to say that my inner three-year-old's biggest dream has been fulfilled.

I managed to get out of eyeshot before I started crying.