Cinnamon, Sugar and Beach Sand

Hannah visited the junkhouse on Saturday night so her mom and dad could go out. I had been invited to the same house-warming party they were attending though my excuse not to go was that I now own a dog that cannot go anywhere there are civilized people. Plus who has a house-warming in 100 degree weather? Most likely Bella would have been one of the only few guests at the house-warming party with which I wanted to talk.

I stayed home with Bella and Hannah. We made dessert. We She ate candy for dinner. We She stuck her fingers in the frosting. My duties are to measure out the ingredients and let Hannah do the rest. She licked the batter which before sugar was a hideous idea. Typically I don't recommend baking much post weight-loss surgery. We baked because I wanted to do something I consider fun with her (we made a cake last Easter and she still wants to know where it went (to the Easter dinner gathering), not as an excuse to eat crap cuz I can eat crap by myself. I have good memories of baking with my mom. So I guess I'm sucking up in the lasting memories associated with things that made a big impact (literally and figuratively) with me. Cinnamon and sugar. I don't recommend the "dessert" we made though. It was too fattening, fatty, gross, no flavor and dry. I tossed a piece of the cake to Bella and she immediately took off with it to bury it in a pile of laundry to improve the taste. I'll probably find it in a couple of years unless it starts to smell bad.

Friday was very hot. Saturday even hotter. Sunday seemed a tad bit (who talks like that?) cooler though I'd had enough of the heat. PK and I loaded up the back seat of the vertical hotrod with our three dogs and drove down to Its beach on the west side. This was Bella's real first time at the beach where people weren't warning us of the dangers of parvo, assorted other dog virus-i and germs. Someone could have warned me about (only the freshest of) fresh dog poo and a warning posted about dog haters sitting, fully-clothed at the dog beach would have been okay by me too. Bella tumbled over the sand, chasing after all sorts of dogs. Guess you could say she's not shy. She ran around kids making sandcastles and even shot between the legs of a 5 year old was digging a hole to China.

Bella does not care who you are -- obviously you're on the planet for her delight (even you dog haters!) The bonus at Its beach was with so many dogs named Bella, Stella, Fella or Old Yella, I had a lot of people willing to watch out for her.

Plus the outing to the beach made me see clearly how fortunate that we don't sniff each other's butts when we greet one another especially on really hot days like today.