May 18, 2005

The phone rang early yesterday morning and I answered in my sexy, raspy voice. “We’re coming over with the puppy!” the voice at the other end announced as I struggled into my clothes.

Twenty minutes later, Meghann and Vince came on my lawn with their new puppy, a skinny and sleepy bundle of fur that didn’t yet have a name. Until that morning I only knew Meghann through her livejournal — internet people are lovely even in real life. And they’re also strangely connected with pieces of my past (her boyfriend Vince and I went to high school together).

We talked about strange connections as her puppy rolled happily on the grass and tried to eat my bushes. “I want a shrubbery,” she seemed to say. “And a name.” We petted her belly and took puppy pictures. “We should call her ‘Cow,’” I offered.

“Do you want a shrubbery for the road?” I asked. ” One that looks nice?”

I was eager to shove leaves into their pockets. They declined with a smile and left for Kingston with their puppy, who now has a wonderful name: Hannah Bish Jackson (she puts me in traction).

Someday soon I’m biking to Kingston.

P.S. I swear this is becoming a dog blog.