vw, i forgot to say i think it's great you are having a party for Toto. When I lived in Rio, i had a group of friends with dogs. We would meet on the beach each morning. Whenever a dog had a birthday, the owner would bring special dog treats and human treats. Then we would take the dogs to the man who sold coconuts and buy each dog a coconut (and one for each of us, of course). One woman actually had her party catered. They brought the stuff to the beach. We also had a farewell party for Toby and Sebastian (and me) when I left at a park above the beach. Oh, and we had a secret santa dog toy exchange.
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Oh, Stephanie, that sounds really nice. When I lived in Chicago, my roommate and I had Toto, my parents had a dog, and her parents had a dog. So, we would have parties with the three dogs. For Toto's 5th birthday, we had lived in MA for about a year. I had just gone on disability and was really depressed. I just decided on Toto's birthday that we were going to have a party. So, I went out and bought stuff to make a banana cake and have presents for him. There are pictures here: [link]
I had a great time. It made my day. And Toto was so cute. So, I was remembering that day and how much fun it was and thinking about how much more fun it would be if I planned it out a bit in advance so I could have more people there to share it with, and so now there will be Toto's 7th birthday party.
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I've gotten that reaction before too. The Dog Club (the beach dog people) were just about my only Brazilian friends that weren't connected to the consulate in some way. I learned tons about Brazilian culture from them and they helped me fit in. They also made me feel less lonely and far from home.
One morning when we had been there for just 4 months, I lost my key to our apartment. Joe was in school and I had no idea how to reach him. I had no cell phone yet and the only person I knew within walking distance was at work. I was wearing a sports bra and shorts and had just Toby with me (no wallet, no ID, etc). I managed to convey my problem to our door man. He offered me the money he had on him, but it was not nearly enough to take a cab to Joe's school and no one would have picked me up the way I was dressed with a wet sandy puppy. Thankfully, I ran into one of the women from the beach. She took me to her home and it so happened that her husband was having an english lesson that morning. The teacher explained to the couple why I was in tears. We left Toby at their house and the husband drove me to Joe's school. Thankfully, I found him and he went home with me and let me in.
That was a long story, but my point was that I really bonded with people over my/our dogs. That made the parties fun.
Stephanie, that sounds really nice. And the parties sound like lots of fun.
Thankfully, I ran into one of the women from the beach. She took me to her home and it so happened that her husband was having an english lesson that morning. The teacher explained to the couple why I was in tears. We left Toby at their house and the husband drove me to Joe's school. Thankfully, I found him and he went home with me and let me in.Okay, that's a really cool resolution. You poor baby. It must have been so frustrating up until then.
Stephanie, that's a lovely story.
My dad was staying here one night while I was in NOLA, and had the wrong key to get back into the building. This was at like two am - he had to go out to move my sister's car. (Don't ask.) A lady let him into the building with the comment "I know that dog." Good thing he took her with.
Gronk. I just woke up from a nap feeling like utter death. Now I'm running late to get together with people. Crapity.