In other news, I can't wait to see Little Miss Sunshine. Liz and I will be catching it tomorrow at the Silver. First we'll be having dinner at the tasty Ethiopian place I've been craving for weeks. Huzzah!
I've got Opus and Stella at home this week, and it's a blessing and a curse. The logistics aren't that bad: I keep them crated while I'm at work, then take them to the dog park for a good hour of maniacal running around getting filthy, supplemented by two walks a day and plenty of rawhide-chewing time at home. The trouble is more the way Stella keeps pushing Opus around. I want to get some Opus-time in because I miss my little guy, and who knows when and whether I'll ever get to spend time with him again? But whenever I try to rub his belly or scratch his ears or just get him to sit by me on the couch, Stella has to muscle in with her bossy, overeager ways. It's not enough that I still spend as much time fussing over her as before. She wants it all. What can I say? She truly is my little love-pig.