Happy Birthday, sweetpea :)

I don't eat meat. It's not a big deal to me, I don't feel like I've given anything up. Sometimes people will ask why and if they are nice enough I'll tell them that I can't justify an animal having to die just for me being able to stuff my face. If they are not nice I'll tell them that I don't ask them why they do, so they shouldn't ask me why I don't :)

The Beloved does eat meat. Not as much as he used to, because we decided it's much easier to not make two separate dinners. And when I cook I wouldn't make him anything meat-related anyway.
But about three times a year I make an exception. For bacon-pancakes (in Dutch: spekpannenkoeken). To me it's the ultimate I-Love-You: I love you so much I'm willing to touch dead animal for you.
And he appreciates it as such. Well, that and the fact that my bacon-pancakes are kick-ass awesome and he loves THEM too :)

Today the Beloved is the same age as me again. For 22 days in the year I am a year older, and have to endure cradle-robbing jokes and stingy remarks about old age. We celebrated with his obvious dinner choice :)
Happy birthday, sweet boy of mine. I hope this year will be your bestest ever!

The doggie is still here. We cleaned her up a bit more, gave her a temporary name (Guinness) contacted the local pound to give a description, handed out and hung up more flyers and received toys and food from our friend Phyllis (who works at a pet store. Yay!) If we were in the market for a dog we would keep her in a heartbeat, but with 5 cats (2 without claws to defend themselves, one who has already started the 'angry pee'), and all our financial issues, we just can't.

I'm a little less hopeful we'll find her owner after digging out Guinness' ears. Someone who lets their dog get ears that nasty ... well, they may not love her as much as they should. I hope I'm wrong about that though :)