A few weeks ago a kind, elderly couple fell in love with Louise after watching this video that the fabulous Veronica of The Dog Rescuers made (everytime I watch it I get choked up, so if you're mushy like me break out the Kleenex):
They were so excited to meet Louise and desperately tried to win her over. She sat for them and ate their duck jerky treats (how gourmet is that?!) but each time retreated to my side. She never let down her guard.
When they left I was relieved. It wasn't a good fit, and, no surprise, a part of me doesn't want to let her go. Still, I have to at least try to find her a great home.
Louise is also listed with Molly's Mutts & Meows. A wonderful photographer named Poly made a video of her, too:
We went to Race for the Rescues this past Sunday. Louise walked around the Rose Bowl with 4 other pitties. She did great. Lots of people fell in love with her beauty, but still no adoption bites. That's okay. I'm not in any hurry.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Art & Macarons
I had the good fortune to attend Art Platform – Los Angeles last Friday night.
As I sipped vodka in the VIP lounge (I have well-connected friends), I caught eyes with Albert Brooks, who stood a few feet away. I broke into a spontaneous smile, which he returned.
My girlfriends and I buzzed about him while we sampled hors d'oeuvres off passing trays. Then we went to look at art.
The art, from all over the world, spread out over a giant warehouse space. I lagged behind my friends as we explored row after row of art.
Up ahead, a server held out a tray of macarons to passersby. My friends each took one as the server waltzed in my direction.
There was one macaron left. As I reached for it I got a glimpse of Albert Brooks and his lovely wife strolling just behind the server. Albert Brooks’ eyes scanned the tray where my hand grabbed the macaron. I was busted.
I held up the green macaron and blurted out, “I took the last one! Do you guys want it?”
“Oh, no, no,” they mumbled, shaking their heads. They smiled as they continued to walk, looking at art, perhaps searching for more macarons.
I should have asked if they wanted to adopt Louise. You never know.
As I sipped vodka in the VIP lounge (I have well-connected friends), I caught eyes with Albert Brooks, who stood a few feet away. I broke into a spontaneous smile, which he returned.
My girlfriends and I buzzed about him while we sampled hors d'oeuvres off passing trays. Then we went to look at art.
The art, from all over the world, spread out over a giant warehouse space. I lagged behind my friends as we explored row after row of art.
Up ahead, a server held out a tray of macarons to passersby. My friends each took one as the server waltzed in my direction.
There was one macaron left. As I reached for it I got a glimpse of Albert Brooks and his lovely wife strolling just behind the server. Albert Brooks’ eyes scanned the tray where my hand grabbed the macaron. I was busted.
I held up the green macaron and blurted out, “I took the last one! Do you guys want it?”
“Oh, no, no,” they mumbled, shaking their heads. They smiled as they continued to walk, looking at art, perhaps searching for more macarons.
I should have asked if they wanted to adopt Louise. You never know.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Louise at Ellouise
One recent Sunday I took Louise to a spoken word event at Ellouise. I wasn’t sure if I'd be welcome with a pit mix at my side, so I loitered at the entrance when a red-haired woman with a mission approached.
I braced myself to be shooed away, but instead she asked, “Who is this beautiful child?” She referred, of course, to Louise.
The animal lover vibe was clear, so I laid out Louise's story thick and quick. We were invited inside.
The place overflowed with teens. The red-head was Ms. Hunter, high school English teacher to most of the readers as well as to many who filled the seats. Students got extra credit for attending, and they showed up in droves.
Ms. Hunter paraded us in front of the crowd saying we all had to find Louise a home.
People packed the house. Extra rows of chairs were brought in. Kids sat on the floor. Louise and I were treated as honorary guests, with a VIP seat just by the entrance.
Poor Louise was overwhelmed, but she stayed curled at my feet the entire evening, which lasted over 2 hours. We stuck around to hear local Altadena poet Linda Dove read. It was worth it.
Louise didn't find her forever home that night, but I have a good feeling about these poetry readings. Animal lovers abound. Louise made a big splash. She'll attend the next one. Such a good girl. Tommy wouldn't last five minutes.
I braced myself to be shooed away, but instead she asked, “Who is this beautiful child?” She referred, of course, to Louise.
The animal lover vibe was clear, so I laid out Louise's story thick and quick. We were invited inside.
The place overflowed with teens. The red-head was Ms. Hunter, high school English teacher to most of the readers as well as to many who filled the seats. Students got extra credit for attending, and they showed up in droves.
Ms. Hunter paraded us in front of the crowd saying we all had to find Louise a home.
People packed the house. Extra rows of chairs were brought in. Kids sat on the floor. Louise and I were treated as honorary guests, with a VIP seat just by the entrance.
Poor Louise was overwhelmed, but she stayed curled at my feet the entire evening, which lasted over 2 hours. We stuck around to hear local Altadena poet Linda Dove read. It was worth it.
Louise didn't find her forever home that night, but I have a good feeling about these poetry readings. Animal lovers abound. Louise made a big splash. She'll attend the next one. Such a good girl. Tommy wouldn't last five minutes.
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