Getting into the holiday spirit

In keeping with the holiday Rico pictures, I had to post this little Christmas miracle.

'tis the season!

Happy Halloween, From Little Rico

Indulgent cute photos for Halloween. I've humiliated my little dog and currently saving up for his therapy.

Here, Rico.

After nearly losing a finger last night to a crazy, pajama eating dog, I decided to run his little ass off today so he'd sleep for a week. I'm still trying to get Rico used to people, so I brought extra baby carrots for strangers to give to him as bribes.

I figured Sugarhouse park would be filled with people just ready to help feed my dog, but was surprised to run into a Hispanic birthday party of epic proportions.

Ever wonder what happens when you yell, "get here now, Rico!" when you're walking through a Hispanic birthday of epic proportions? Just hang out with me on a Sunday.

Here's Rico watching a potato sack race:

They still do potato sack races?

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Caesar Cheese

Since starting my new job, I've learned that I have to leave the office to find lunch. I can't just walk down to the path and get a Beastro salad or even a frosty Diet Coke from the Coke machine. It's a little shell shocking.

Today I visited our fine friends at Quiznos Subs because they have chicken noodle soup and salads. Though they do have Pepsi products which is a bummer.

I ordered the Caesar salad, no dressing, tomatoes or onions. When the salad maker girl asked me if I would like cheese, I asked, "Um, what kind of cheese?"

Rather than replying with "shaved Parmesan" as is usual fare, she said, "Caesar cheese." Which to me sounds like something you'd contract from someone wearing a dirty toga.

Guess that's better than "Fromunda cheese."

Behold, Caesar cheese salad:

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Puppy class blues

Tonight was Rico's first puppy class and he and I are both frustrated as shit. Not only was he labeled the problem pup within 30 seconds of walking through the door, but he and I both spent most of the class sequestered in a barrier.

In the corner.

I tried explaining to Rico that I got 4.0s in college, but he wasn't listening.

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Scary

I'm terrified of clowns. "Puppet People" a.k.a. scary-looking mascots and the folks who wear them make me uneasy. (With the exception of Jazz Bear, who I'm positive is real and not a human in a mascot costume.) But this was something extremely scary staring me down in the windshield.

And this is coming from someone who has hit a giant deer while driving a Ford Escort. This was almost scarier than having a couple of antlers aimed over your car hood. Because it was in broad daylight.

I shudder to think of the giant, sticky cotton candy this big baby would eat. Or the diaper. Think of the giant diaper, and the contents therein.

Yeah, but still...

I just got done looking at an apartment because I think I'd maybe like to move to someplace new. I want a place that's light. I want a place that is maybe remodeled. I want a place that isn't drowning in wood paneling.

The guy showing the place told me that cats were allowed. I said, "I have a three-pound dog, he's very cat like." He replied, "No dogs, there's no yard." I said, "There's a whole school with a park across the street. I don't need a yard."

He says, "Well yeah, but dogs bark." I said, "Cats meow loudly." To which he replies, "Well yeah, but still."

Oh I see!! The old "Well yeah, but still" defense! Could you see that in a court of law?

"I didn't kill that guy officer."
"Yeah, you were standing by the body."
"I was just walking by and found him. That's why I called you."
"Well yeah, but still."

Makes sense to me!

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It's true...

I've been MIA for a couple of months. Between starting a new job and getting a dog all within a few weeks, it's been a little crazy and stressful. But I've got lots of stories and I've been taking a bunch of pictures with a new camera lens I just got, so be prepared for more from "Beyond the Air," I feel nearly rejuvenated enough to begin writing again.


Until then, here's Little Rico Tubbs: