This was probably one of the least relaxing weekends I’ve had in a while, but it was fun. Friday night saw us wandering around downtown, where we did some Christmas shopping and were coughed on by small grubby children. On Saturday Ed and I went out to survey the damage from Thursday night’s storm – the power was still out along Marine Drive, and the trees in Stanley Park were blown around like matchsticks. We spent most of the afternoon looking for something that apparently did not exist, a story I still do not buy – I saw it, damnit. There’s a conspiracy to make me think I’m going insane, but I’m too wily for that. It’s out there. I will find it.

Today Josh had to work near Granville Island again, so I made Ed accompany me for some more wandering. We had lunch, bought some more presents, and generally had a very pleasant afternoon which was good because we were there for almost 6 hours. After Granville, I convinced Ed it would be a good idea to drive down West 4th, where – hey, would you look at that – PUPPIES!

I got to spend almost an hour playing with the most adorable, wiggly, lovable 14-week-old pug. They put me in a pen with him, and we played and I giggled and he chewed on my toes. I didn’t want to leave, but the store was closing and I didn’t have the money to take him home with me. This just solidified my lust for a pug – I’m fairly certain I’m going through what women go through when they feel it’s time to start popping out babies, except I want a dog. I really, really, really want a dog. I’ve just barely been able to keep myself from buying dog supplies for the dog I know I’m going to get – eerily reminiscent of shopping with Ali when she was lusting after babies – but it’s a battle I’m losing rapidly.

There’s some irony, too – while I was busy staring at the pug, Ed noticed that the girl behind the counter looked familiar. Sure enough, we knew her – she was the VOKRA kitten foster mom we adopted Hobble from. Josh just happened to have pictures of our horsecat on his camera, and we were able to show her just how huge he’s gotten. It made me feel better about the whole place, because I know just how dedicated she is to animals – she’d never work where animals were mistreated or milled.

I want a pug. Someone please give me a pug, or money to get the pug I spent the afternoon with.