He was more than just a hyper dog that ate cat shit out of the kitty litter...(i don't mean Leo)

He was a beloved dog to the woman who adopted him....and he died about a week ago. Carlos the Dog. I rescued him in Aberdeen, WA on a a tour with HOMECOMING and the minute he jumped in our touring van he was traumatizing and stressing everybody out. But we loved him while we had him. He peed on my sister Leslie--he ate a bag of my makeup and was wildly energetic. His new owner sent me a very sweet email about how sweet he was and how everybody loved him and that his favorite technician at the vet put him to sleep. I tried to steal a photo from him off of facebook but it's so tiny.
I told Michael about how he died and Michael reminded me of the time a friend of ours came over and was so...unwashed that Carlos would not stop smelling his crotch the whole time and acting very distressed about the smell that was coming off of him. That's what happens when you have a lot of unwashed artist friends.

I think the only people in my life who loved him and took him for walks and fed him fancy food was Tonia and Denise.

I'm off to Dallas in a few hours for some shows this weekend. I'm sad to leave by myself---yet glad not to be traveling with Leo again. He has been sick. Or teething or both or I DON'T KNOW but he's not himself and he has a fever. In Boise everyone said "he's getting his molars" but then some of the friends we saw there got the flu while we were there--so it could be the flu. Whatever it is...it's making him incredibly unhappy and cranky and....he's watching so much TV I'm getting a fever from the guilt. Jeff keeps saying 'he's sick..let him watch." which makes sense. But what if now that's all he wants to do? I mean, he's been going outside and going on walks...but once he's home he just stands in front of the TV pointing and crying. I thought he was pointing to the bookshelf were Jeff keeps all his history books--so I got down a book on Nazi Germany and showed it to him. "Is this what you want?" but no luck.

It's hard. So hard to have him so upset and not feeling well. And he won't eat much and he doesn't gobble up tylenol like he used to. It's just been a hard week...and now I'm leaving him with Jeff all alone.

other big news---ZACH HAS LEFT SANTA MONICA!!!! He very quickly decided to take his tax return money and move to Boston. He came over for dinner a while ago and declared that he was making not enough money at Urban Outfitters (they pay like 10 an hour) and that Santa Monica was boring. Both things are true. Or can be true. I am excited that he's going to back to Boston--I think it will demand more of him and push him harder and he'll be around his college artist friends who are doing a lot etc etc. He is moving in with his girlfriend there--Mary Moon (I love her name) and her 3 other room mates. At 20 years old...this sounds pretty fun to me. And slightly less disgusting because there are some females in the apartment who just may do things like--flush the toilet. Jeff and I were really sad to see him go. Really sad. It reminded me of when I moved to Colorado when I was 2o with my boyfriend Doug. Then Doug smoked pot the whole time and found Jesus and we broke up. But I did a lot of hiking--figured out what I wanted to do with my life and ate powered sugar doughnuts for every meal. I also shut my door on my head one day as I got into my car and almost knocked myself out. These are my golden memories. I wish a bit more for ZAch.