January 4-6, 2009

So it’s snowing in Alabama, which is rare. (I was in London the last time it snowed here.)

The past few days I’ve spent most of my time puppy shopping with Beau (Yes, James, I know I have a screenplay to help you write, but since “fluffy puppy” is a viable excuse for everything, I’m sure you’ll understand.)

Anyway, at first we found this adorable boxer-mix puppy online (petfinders.com). Beau called Monday morning and asked if they still had the puppy we wanted.

“Actually, sir,” the annoyingly flirty lady answered, “we have several boxer mixed puppies.”

“Any males?” he asked her.

“Several males.” She sounded fat. I could hear her over the phone and she sounded fat, flirting with my man.

“Great,” Beau said. “We live in Tuscaloosa, so we’ll be there in a few hours.”

So Beau and I spent his off day driving to Tupelo, Mississippi to get a boxer puppy from the Tupelo Humane Society only to discover that fat woman, who was actually overweight, had lied to us. Now, they had several adorable pups, but Beau couldn’t get over the fact that the people had lied to us. I would have said yes to any of the puppies, but I understood how he felt.

Optimistically I realize that a spontaneous trip to the birthplace of Elvis is never a bad thing, but I really wanted a puppy. I wasn’t thinking optimistically. I was winy and bratty.

The next day, Beau was relaying this story to his Yogurt Mountain co-workers and one of them (Katie) told him about a man she knows who is selling puppies are a part Alaskan Malamute and part Wolf. For those of you who don’t know, my very first dog was a Canadian Timber wolf-German Shepherd mix, and he was the best dog I ever had. I still remember crawling on his back and having him carry me around the yard. Needless to say, I jumped at the idea of owning such a creature.

However, that night when we got to the home of the couple who were selling the pups, it was to discover who were selling the pups, it was to discover that these half-wolves were actually full wolves—which made me want one even more! I has one picked out and everything until Beau (who is far more rational than I am) told the man we would, “Think about it and get back to him soon.”

After about an hour (and a good dinner) I stopped putting and started thinking. As awesome as it would be to own a wolf, I doubt we could keep one happy in a yard as small as Beau’s. A wolf would need acres of land to make it happy, so Beau and I did the rational couple thing and said “not to the wlf cub the following Wednesday morning.

Sad day, I know. I cried a little. Poor Beau was worried I’d be angry with him for showing me my dream dog then not buying him for me. Did I mention how silly my boyfriend can be sometimes? I have a tendency to be slightly over-dramatic sometimes, but Beau always seems to worry that I’m going to get mad and bolt over something stupid. The old me might have, but since I’ve fallen for Beau, there’s not chance of me bolting. I can’t be without him now. He’s worrying is kinda cute, though.

I just hope he doesn’t think I broke his Wolverine claw for revenge. Beau is an artist, he makes things like swords, axes, and for one Halloween in particular, a set of Wolverine claws. (Check out his blog “totally tubular dude” to see pictures of more of his artwork.) While he was at work Wednesday morning I went by his house to grab some things and entertained myself by paying with some of his weapons. That’s how I broke the claw.

When I finally got up the courage to go by his work to tell him about my accident, I told him very seriously that we needed to talk. He clocked out for a break, looking a bit worried.

I came right out with it, “I broke your Wolverine claw. I’m sorry.”

He was shocked. When I said “serious” he had expected something horrible, like, “You didn’t get me a wolf cub, so I’m leaving you.” Silly, I know.

“How did it break?” he asked me.

“I was hanging it back on the wall,” I told him.

“Why was it off the wall?”

I though longingly of how I might have blamed the puppy if we had succeeded in adopting one, but I answered simply, “Because I got tired of playing with your swords.”

He laughed. I love his laugh. It’s more of a chuckle than a laugh and it reminds me of Santa Clause (I know that’s weird).

Then he told me about another puppy he had found online. I walked over to the Barnes and Noble with my laptop and looked up the puppy with the free internet service. I checked the pup out, and he’s amazing. I’m not going to say anymore because not ours yet, and I don’t want to jinx it.

Anyway, after oooing and goooing over the online puppy pictures (I will call him Cable when he’s mine because he has one blue eye and one brown eye, and it reminds me of the comic book character) I went to eat with my friend/ex-boyfriend Travis. He’s doing the advertising for mine and James’s movie company, Green Room Production Studios. Also, I miss seeing him on a daily basis.

Then, Wednesday night I came back to Talladega to hang out with my family. We watched the People’s Choice Awards and got hungry when they gave the audience pizza, so my brother, Burke, and I called James and asked him to bring some pizza when he came over later. James brought pizza and we watched Let the Right One In (it’s supposed to be the best vampire movie ever made, but I’m not quite convinced). After the movie, James used my dad’s guitar to play a song that he wrote for our movie. It was really beautiful and I can’t wait to have it recorded. He also played some James Taylor songs for me. James Taylor is my favorite guitarist ever.

And that summarizes the events of the past few days.