My friend Samuel brought his Welsh Corgi over last night. Denver Picard (that’s his name) is the second dog to visit my new RiNo loft. The first dog took a dump on the carpet in my upstairs office a couple of weeks back. Last night, Denver Picard marched in the door and promptly peed in the general direction of a decorative table, which he apparently mistook for a light post.
I am truly blessed. My home has been baptized by my first two canine guests. Surely it’s the equivalent of tossing coins under a bed or scratching the wheel well of your new car, right?
Please tell me I’m right.
Also, Denver just peed in the general direction of an outdoor plant but ended up peeing off the balcony. Please, God, do not let him have hit any of my new neighbors. That’s a conversation I’d like to avoid until the end of time.
“Luck be a dog peeing in your new pad.” Is that how that saying goes? Or does luck have something to do with a lady? In Guys and Dolls, gambler Sky Masterson (Marlon Brando in the film) hopes he’ll win a bet, the outcome of which will decide whether or not he can save his relationship with the girl of his dreams. With that thought in mind, maybe the peeing dog has to be female? Maybe she needs to enjoy candlelit spaghetti dinners with a stray mutt while a man with an accordion plays Bella Notte?
It’s all so complicated. (Don’t be all, “uh, yeah, not really,” while shaking your head as you read this post. Jealousy looks awesome on me, but it’s unbecoming on you.)
On an unrelated note, both dogs probably think they own my loft. Well, have at it, boys, cause guess what? This 850-square-foot loft is mine.
