Today has been so good. (: The weather was gorgeous, and I went on a long walk with Charlie, and I was not wearing a jacket the whole time, even in the forest. So pretty. And he behaved so well, even though we met lots of bikers and hikers and people who were just walking. Some of them even thanked me when I made him sit until they had passed. I totally understand that some people are scared of dogs, but usually, people who know that their dog is aggressive, they shouldn’t let him run free? Common sense? And since my dog runs towards anything that moves and especially loves other dogs and people, I made him sit so he couldn’t, because some people don’t like it, even though he just wants to say hi, and yeah, whoa, I’m so not eloquent today, heh.

I went right to my parents’ after the walk, and we sat out in the sun. Then we had dinner, watched football (Bayern, LUCA TONI, hehe), watched an Oscar special, and looked at really old photographs of my mom’s side of the family. My sister and I are going to blow some of them up and put them on our walls, because old photos are just so beautiful.

I’ve also decided that I need a new cellphone. Someone will probably say I just got one when they were with me, but I can’t help it if my dog likes to destroy things. Okay, I can help it, but he did it anyway. I think I’m going to turn my prepaid into a contract, because some contracts are really cheap right now, and I would pay less than I do now, and I’d get a free or at least cheaper phone. I’ve my eyes set on either the Nokia 5310 (aka. Music Nokia) or the LG Shine. If they offer it to me for a really good price, maybe an LG Prada (aka. omg Manu is a snob). I will probably opt to get a new number, because I’ve had mine for so long, and so many people that I don’t really want to have it still do. I’m kind of leaning towards the Nokia at the moment, because Nokias have always been good to me, plus, I’ve kind of had enough of sliding and folding phones.

I want it now. Heh. Maybe I’ll go to the Swisscom shop tomorrow. Except I might be too tired, because…

…I think I’m going to watch the Oscars tonight. I mean, come on, they are the Oscars! And I haven’t done a red carpet live blog in a long time, and I always had so much fun doing them. I could just stay in bed, watch them on my laptop (zattoo.ch, free TV on your computer, mostly German, Swiss, Austrian and Italian channels) and if I fall asleep, I’ll fall asleep. But that means I should get some sleep just about now. At 8:30pm. Lulz.

Did I mention that today has been a good day? (:

I love cucumber with milk.

What combination of foods and/or drinks do you like, assuming you’re not pregnant?

Dear Charlie,

You know I love you very much, and the day I got you was probably the best day of my life. But I have some things that I would like to say to you.

First of all, when you were brought to me, you were an anorexic little puppy that weighed about one third of what you weigh now. And believe me, it was a lot of fun, not to mention really cute, when you decided to jump on my chest and slobber all over my face when I was lying down. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but human chests can only take so much weight until it doesn’t feel all that pleasant anymore, and you passed that weight about two weeks after you got here. So I kindly ask you to refrain from breaking my ribcage while I’m innocently asleep in my bed.

I have to admit that you are a really good dog, and pat myself on the back for that fact. Sure, you’ve had several obnoxious teenager phases, which is quite remarkable considering you haven’t even reached your teenager months yet. But you’re doing well and you know how to behave when we’re alone. And that’s the watchword, alone. Because as soon as I take you somewhere or someone visits us, you start acting like Homer Simpson on speed, and that’s embarrassing for both of us. Furthermore, nobody will ever believe me when I tell them that you are perfectly well-behaved at home. And you do know who is responsible for a dog’s behavior, right? Yes, thought so. You reflect on me, son!

Last but not least, you have a penis that would make David Beckham jealous. But don’t use it to pleasure my pillow. That’s not what pillows or penises are there for.

Love,
Mommy