such a nice little life

i love my dog. she is so cute, and funny, and smart. i've been sitting in our office for the last few minutes watching her play outside. she loves sprinklers. in spokane everybody has sprinkler systems, including us. i used to think that was so weird - why would the inland northwest have sprinklers galore while the ocean-bound side of state does not? i believe it has something to do with the so-called aquifer, which i know nothing about. anyway: sprinklers. emmy loves them. ours are running right now and she is prancing from sprinkler to sprinkler, drinking water, and letting them get her all wound up. she's doing a lot of what brad and i refer to as "her circles", which are intense, ears back, body crouched low laps around the yard at breakneck speeds until she can't take it anymore. she's just a puppy. i always KNEW i was a dog person. i remember wanting a dog when i was little, but somehow i ended up with a cat. but he was a great cat (named "wisker", no 'h' - that was very important to my seven-year-old self), a small orange genius who could turn doorknobs and chased dogs out of our yard.

i had a ramona quimby diary that had spaces where i could fill in facts about myself. i'm not sure what i was thinking at the time, but in the space for "what nickname would you like to be called?", i wrote, "Cat-Lover". but when it comes down to it, i think a lot of cats kind of suck. and some dogs suck too. maybe i just like emmy. call me emmy-lover.

i think a lot of what i like about our dog is that she seems to have such a nice little life. she sleeps a lot, is curious about everything, loves us a lot, eats frantically, gets tons of exercise, and loves to make friends. and every day is full of freetime. i wish i had more freetime. my boss asked me today about what i would like my title to be going forward, and what i want my job description to include, and where do i see myself in five years...and i don't know. but the idea of freetime is the most appealing thing i can think of.