I apologize to my three loyal blog readers that I have been a complete slacker on writing new posts over the past week or so. However, it’s been a busy 10 days and I have been devoting my ex-work time on the computer to things like looking for new apartments and Googling dog names. As an executive summary, within the past week I have decided to move from my luxurious East Village pad right across the street from Petco Park to a location TBD and have also put down a security deposit on a new yellow lab pup. I’ll be picking her up March 15th.
My awesome roommate Sara is moving in with her (almost) equally awesome boyfriend Todd shortly. After a couple weeks of deliberation, I decided I am going to get my own place, which gives me the flexibility to do things like get a dog if I want. Which I decided in short order I wanted to do. I grew up with great labs – my parents are also parents to Avery and Tucker and I’ve had nothing but positive experiences with them since childhood. Needless to say, there have been incidences – particularly me leaving the Dove soap on the ledge of the tub, which Tucker decided to eat and then get extremely sick from – that have been bumps in the road, but overall I’ve loved Jackson, Sprocket, Tucker and Avery throughout my 28 years. Next will be another female yellow: Avery Jr.? Reggie? (West Coast) Bramble? Scout? MacKenzie? So many name choices, only a couple weeks left to decide. Please feel free to comment with suggestions.
On the housing front, right now I am thinking it will likely be in the La Jolla/Birdrock/North PB area. Closer to the beach – which is good for running and dog walking – and hopefully still a relatively easy commute to work. I still have work to do in this area – keep your fingers crossed I can take advantage of the crummy economy to get a good deal on a 1 BR apartment that’s pet friendly.