This Is Marf's Hockey Face

One of Bevan's buds gifted me a pair of tickets to see the San Jose Sharks play hockey against the New York Rangers tonight so Marf and I traveled to San Jose via Caltrain to use them. I'd never been to an NHL game before but they play Top 40 music during breaks and we had beer, hot dogs, nachos, popcorn and soft pretzels with a side of cheese dipping sauce for dinner so I'm a pretty big fan now. Also, Caltrain was packed on the way there because it was rush hour so we had to sit on the floor in the bike car.

Farewell for Now, Magical Friends

The dogs were lying next to me in Sid's room as I wrapped up Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows yesterday morning while Bevan was in Berkeley buying produce. Below are the words that I'd like to remember most from the last book and perhaps the whole series. They're what was going through Harry's head as he made his way into the Forbidden Forest to die.

It was not, after all, so easy to die. Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.

I really loved visiting these books again after so much time. Even though my life is wildly different than it was almost decade ago when I last read them, they still felt exactly the same as they always have—like home.

More Dog Blog, This Time With Blood

Patches gnawed off a stitch this morning and got blood on our comforter and when I speed-dialed the on-call vet to ask in an incredibly calm and collected manner if we should immediately run every red light on our way to the dog emergency room she breezily told me that Patches was probably gonna fine as long as there wasn't green or yellow puss oozing from her wound hole. She was right, Patches is fine. Us not so much.

How Is Every Human Parent Ever Not Dead From a Heart Attack

I am absolutely not gonna share the number of times that I called our vet's emergency help line in the wee hours of this morning on behalf of Patches, but below is how the first call, which took place just before 1:00am, went.

Me (losing my shit): I need your help! My dog's been panting!

On-Call Vet: Panting?

Me: Yes! She had surgery today and she's been panting, like, a lot.

On-Call Vet: Dogs often pant, sir. It's how they...

Me: I know, but my dog is panting panting and I'm really worried.

On-Call Vet: She probably just has to go to the bathroom, sir. After a procedure like hers it's very com...

Me: I really don't think that's it. I mean, she's extra-special-panting. Like Power Panting™. PUH-ANTING. Something is definitely wrong.

On-Call Vet: Can you please just try the bathroom thing, sir?

Me: Okay fine, but I'm almost positive it's not tha…

On-Call Vet: Hello?

Me: Okay yeah it was that.