On my list of things to do is laundry (first load in) and a visit to a tailor to see if they can make a jacket actually fit me. I have high hopes. Also on the list is a visit to the vet to get Dmitri's staples removed (yay!) and get his butt looked at (boo!). It looks like something bit him--there's hair missing and a little scrapey-bitey looking place in the naked part. It doesn't seem to hurt him, so again, I have high hopes.
His pathology report came back last week; the vet successfully removed the whole tumor with magnificent margins (if you don't know much about cancer, that means there shouldn't be any cells floating around to make new tumors, so that's good), and it's a grade II mast cell tumor, which is treated with surgery only. So--technically, he's cured. We've had a very happy weekend celebrating that. I gauge how he feels by how much of the time his tail is curled over his back (like a husky) as opposed to hanging down (like a shepherd), and it's curled all the time now. Yay, Dmitri-boy! I can't wait to show him off at the vet.
He's a beautiful pup, as you can see.
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[/caption]One thing that's super-cool about him (and about all animals) is that he lives in the present. When he was uncomfortable from the surgery, that's all that existed for him, and I felt for him. As soon as he felt better, though, it was business as usual. Life is about naps and walks and treats; no worries about how he felt yesterday or will feel tomorrow. He is happy boy once again, and I'm thrilled.
I normally spend Mondays with my girlfriend (you remember, the uber-hot one; I gotta ask if I can put a picture of her up here so you can appreciate the hotness). Today she is with her husband, though. He's been out of town for a couple of weeks, which is the longest they've been apart since before they got married 18 years ago. We've enjoyed the extra time we had together, but I know she missed him and is eager to catch up and have some quality time with him. They've had an open relationship off and on for most of their marriage, but polyamory (having actual relationships instead of just playing around here and there) is new this year for them, and it's important to all of us that everyone feels fulfilled in the arrangement.
It's interesting to me that rather than feeling jealous of her time with him, I really love that she has him. Don't get me wrong--I miss her when I don't get to see her, but knowing that she's with someone she loves makes me happy. I think it says a lot about them as individuals and as a couple that they've stuck together for 18 years (rare in people who married in their teens); that they feel safe letting each other pursue other relationships; that when they hit bumps they keep talking until they work it out. I, for one, have a bad habit of clamming up and hoping that whatever's bothering me will eventually evaporate, and I've learned a lot about communication and relationships just from watching them.
Plus, they're both really cool, really fun people. Even if I weren't romantically involved with the wife, I'd still feel a strong pull to them both as individuals and as a couple.
I'm feeling a rampage of appreciation coming on. Hold on!
My friends are more attractive than the average couple. My friends are more loving than the average couple. My friends are more fun than the average couple. They love each other deeply. They appreciate each others' love for others. They are generous with each other. They are generous with their friends. They're a fuck of a lot of fun to be around. They love animals. They love people. They enjoy life. They're not afraid to enjoy life. When an opportunity presents itself they dive in rather than debating until the opportunity passes. They're smart, and smart is sexy. They're the most unpretentious people I know. I feel loved and appreciated and safe to be myself around them both. They bring out the best in others. They bring out the best in me. They always look out for their friends. They welcome people into their lives. They're gracious hosts. They throw a great party. They're easy to relax with. They've always met me where I am. They know how to make a girl feel special. I feel rich when I'm with them. They're just . . . fucking . . . awesome. And they ride motorcycles.
I'm feeling all kinds of smiley now.
(sigh) The pic of Dmitri really was right-side up when I put it on here. Starting to think more seriously about a Blogger account.
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