All posts filed under: Doak

and now we need a great dane.

My friend, Katie, snapped this photo of C and Cooper the Blue Great Dane of My Dreams at last night’s Yappy Hour; mostly for photographic evidence of the significant size difference of their craniums. If there was a competition for giantest of heads, Coop would take the trophy and all the glory. Doak — who is completely oblivious to his own large stature —  typically prefers the company of little four-legged friends; he likes his weenies tiny, his Italian Greyhounds delicate, and his Jack Russells small and stacked. He’d rather you didn’t get too close or sniff his backside if you’re a dog over 40 lbs, thankyouverymuch. But he loved Cooper, who was the gentlest of giants and awfully patient while the Doodle gave him a full sniff down and stared adoringly into his eyeballs, snoot-to-snoot. For a second, I think I had C convinced that we could totally make a Doodle + Dane combo work in our 1700 square foot house.  

tied up in knots

Some Doodle has an appointment at the salon tomorrow. We always like to snap a photo or two of him in all his shaggy glory for posterity before the annual summer shave-down. Come Wednesday, he’ll look like a new man. I’ve been on the fence about this tied shirt business for a while, but now I’m kind of almost on board. Especially in this heat; It’s nice to skip the bulky sweaty tuck-in. I won’t be baring any 9 to 5 midriff any time soon, though. Speaking of haircuts, I have an appointment this Thursday afternoon and I’m thinking it’s time for a chop-chop. Maybe the heat is getting to me, but the idea of getting through the summer with these long locks is giving me agita… wearing: Sonoma chambray camp shirt; LC Lauren Conrad pleated skirt; TKEES Foundations flip flops

the start of something new!

Fall seems like a great time to turn over a new leaf, don’t you think? Let’s hope so… ’cause today’s the first official day of my new budget experiment! Here’s the 411: I’m a long time over-shopper in desperate need of a detox. For the next four months, I’m holding myself to a strict $100 spending allowance for personal purchases of clothes, accessories, and beauty products. To keep myself motivated, I’ve also set a goal to use the money I’ll save to pay off all of my remaining credit card debt by the end of February. This may sound simple to some, but I’ve never had much success in sticking to a restrictive spending plan, and my hands are shaking a bit as I type this post in anticipation of the retail DTs… I’ve put myself on countless “budgets” over the years, but always in my head; and always with a laundry list of mental loopholes {ahem, excuses} that quickly deteriorated my resolve — and bank account. Example: “I know I said no shopping this week, but …

puppy fever

One of our employees adopted a puppy from the Humane Society late last week, and brought him by the shop to finish out the work day. His name is Otto, and he’s the sweetest little 14-week lab mix you ever did see. I proceeded to fill a memory card with snaps of him and the Doodle, and developed a mild case of puppy fever over the course of the afternoon. Those tiny paws get me every time. Doak was on the fence about Otto. One one hand {paw?} he was awfully spunky and fun to play with, which beat an afternoon lying on the floor, waiting for a customer to come in and lavish attention on him. But on the other, that puppy stole some of his thunder, for which he was less than pleased. I guess he’s happy to be an only child. Which is the only thing keeping me from driving down to the shelter and adopting a puppy, STAT. Well, that and the mister — voice of reason that he is — …

the countdown is on…

… to our big move! We have just about a week left in our current shop. {Can someone puhlease tell me where June went?!} They’re moving our walk-in flower cooler next Saturday afternoon, which is the last major piece of the transition. We’ll spend the next seven days packing boxes, moving a few more pieces of furniture, and organizing the new space. Oh, and maintaining our regular hours and trying to keep things business-as-usual so our customers won’t feel a thing during the changeover. Are we crazy? During all the hubbub, we’re doing a lot of multitasking. Like taking Doak for potty breaks and snapping blog shots at the same time. He’s been working two or three days a week at the shop this summer. By working, I mean charming customers and reveling in all the extra attention between taking naps in the middle of our workspace. At least one of us is completely unaffected by the stress of moving.