Oh, Sparky. All kinds of ~ma for finding Sass soon, and safe.

Come home soon, Sassafras--your parents miss you!

My mom's dog Millie is every bit a bulldog. Last night, Mom and I went out to eat with my niece, and when we came home, we found that Millie had peed her doggy pillow, so she didn't have to go outside right away. Mom went to bed pretty early (10:00), so I told her I'd make sure Millie went out before I went to bed. Midnight rolled around, and I went into Mom's bedroom to get Millie to go outside, and I had to first wake her up, then drag her outside the bedroom, then shove her down the hall, around the corner into the living room, and then finally push her past her other doggy pillow there to get her into the sunroom and out the back door. She then stood on the patio in front of the door for a few minutes before she realized that I wasn't going to let her back in, and then she went out into the very wet yard (it had rained nonstop since noon) for a few minutes and came back in.

Pushing a 50-pound bulldog is much easier on hardwood floors--thanks for getting rid of the carpet, Mom!

We are thinking of Sass and hoping she decides to be found today! Also they had the darling beagle-mix puppies at the pet store shelter volunteer display again this week, and Casper decided to donate part of her allowance to the shelter.

Oh, Sparky. I hope you find her soon.

My cold seems to be getting better, but the coughing has made my torso feels like I've been a punching bag for the last few days.

Thinking of Sparky and Sass.

Yes, thinking of Sparky and Sass. - Get home Sassy girl your peeps need you!

ION - Plants vs. Zombies amigurumi.

I find myself preoccupied with Allison Brie's rack.

Vanilla privilege. Part of it I get, part of it is judgy and assumptive itself. I mean, why can you assume your sexual partner is vanilla?

One of the things the pet finder told my friend was that 'patience' doesn't cover it. She said that, once the dog is spotted, people will go there and wait for about 45 minutes before they give up in despair.

When my friend climbed over the fence, into the Gallaudet cemetery, (almost getting arrested) she had to wait for 3 hours before her little boo walked up enough to be caught.

The pet finder also recommends bringing another friendly dog (dogs will come to dogs much more quickly that to even their beloved humans) and super smelly food.

Hot dogs, cheese, anything highly favored.

■Vanilla is not used as a pejorative.

This half way down the list made me laugh out loud.

I get it, I do, but part of me just wants to go "and people with a coat on can assume they'll be warm." People who eat meat can assume they'll find something on the menu. People with thick hair can assume their barettes will stay in.

Pointing out unrecognized privilege is something I value and believe in. But every single thing about a person that is outside the norm is not a burning social issue, and the kind of shocking eye-opening of the unpacking process starts to get lost.

(I'm not saying that *this particular one* is one step too far. But really?)

the kind of shocking eye-opening of the unpacking process starts to get lost

Yeah, it totally does.

I wonder how many people are vanilla, and I wonder what vanilla actually means, and I wonder how many people are vanilla for no particular reason, just that they've never tried D/s or whatever.

On IO9, I was bitching about their race articles. Well, not the articles themselves, because they're pretty uniformly well written. But they really draw douches out of the woodwork. Someone replied to me with "just don't talk about race." I didn't reply "unpack your privilege, dude", but the temptation was sure there. That's right out of privilege denying dude's mouth.