|Coffee at Queerbucks
||[Jul. 12th, 2005|09:32 am]
Another morning, another relaxing venti hazelnut latté at the the Starbucks up near Broadway on Capitol Hill in Seattle, affectionately known as 'Queerbucks'. Looking around, it doesn't seem to be living up to its name as their are a number of suspiciously heterosexual-looking couples sitting around - is 9 am too early for screenings of 'gaywatch'?
I usually come out to get a bit of peace and quiet with coffee - the 'kids' can be a trial. By 'kids' 2 100+lb dobermans (who are only a 'bit' spoiled) and a new addition, a 14 year-old cream colored houndie guy we are taking care of for a friend. weekilter sent me one of those totally cute email mammons that pass around that fits our household so well its now posted on the refrigerator:
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note: Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not automatically stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The hallway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the other end is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help either because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king-sized bed. I'm very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I'm also aware that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximise space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom. If, by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for many years - canine attendance is not mandatory.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog's butt. I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and like to Complain About Our Pets
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture (that's why they call it "fur"niture.)
3. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly. Dogs are better than kids... they eat less, don't ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends (unless the cat that also lives here has a cat-nip addiction, but that won't kill him/her). They don't smoke or drink, don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions, don't wear your clothes, and don't need a gazillion dollars for university - and if they get pregnant, you can sell the children.
Now back to my coffee, cinnamon swirl, SGN, and quiet.