That one time I was on sale at a PetStore


No, I’m not for sale you crazy old man.

So as I’ve said, I work in a Pet Hotel. Basically a human hotel but for dogs and cats. So what we do all day is sit in a room filled with up to 16 dogs and play with them. This room has a GIANT window – one whole wall. Customers come by all the time and antagonize the dogs, kids try to piss them off and think its funny (I certainly do not think it’s funny and I make sure they know that), old people come and admire the cute little pooches, whatever. Dog lovers (or haters i.e. the kids) of all kinds come to see these dogs play.

Well, I for one, hate being in the playrooms because you are constantly being watched. If a dog starts a fight, which happens a lot because dogs are very snappy sometimes, I’m immediately to blame even though I can’t read dogs minds. People complain about everything: that we didn’t clean up the pee/poop quick enough, that we’re not playing hard enough with the dogs, that we look bored, literally anything. So needless to say I always have my cheery face on in there, I’m always playing fetch or cuddling some sort of dog, and I clean up accidents right away (yes, Bellevue mom that’s right! Your complaint made a difference in the world..)

So anyway, this one day I was just sitting with about 5 puppies on my lap. I had probably been working at the Pet Hotel for less than a month at this point, so I wasn’t completely comfortable with people coming by the window and watching me. I felt like I was constantly doing something wrong, even though I wasn’t. Well an older (but very handsome) man comes by the window and is just watching. So naturally, I start talking to the dogs and acting like I’m having the best time of my life, like I’m at Disney Land or something. The guy just kept watching. 20 minutes go by and the guy just keeps watching. By now I’m awkwardly smiling and playing fetch and really, seriously wanting him to leave.

Then he went up to the front desk where my managers sit and of course now I’m freaking out. I was scared sh*tless because I thought he was going to complain about me. My very first complaint, how embarrassing. Well, then I see my managers and him laughing and whatnot then the guy smiles at me. I was like whatever can he leave now. But instead he just comes back to the window and watches me for about another hour.. Now I’m creeped out and so annoyed that I’m not even pretending to play anymore. I’m making it obvious that I don’t want him there, and my face is about the color of a tomato or a fire truck.

When the guy FINALLY left, my manager came in to tell me that he asked if the things in the room were for sale. My manager said she awkwardly laughed and explained that no, these dogs have owners that take them here to socialize while they’re at work. The guy then said “no, I mean the cute girl in there.”

I was horrified. I was the size of an ant.

So this whole time that man was watching me, admiring me? I mean some would take this as a compliment, but me being awkward and nervous all the time, just sits there and contemplates all the things I did and how he probably interpreted them and how if I would have known he was admiring me I probably would have not made eye contact.

Big compliment, and he wasn’t a bad looking guy by any means, but come on dude, really? At work? And you’re trying to pick up a 20 year old girl in a Pet Store? Cute.



Starving Yourself Thin


Just don’t eat.

The other day I was talking with a friend and he asked why I was working out. I told him I like to workout to feel good about myself, and at this very moment I am working on getting my abs back. His response baffled me: “Just don’t eat. That’s all you have to do.” There are SO many things wrong with this scenario.

#1. Why do I need a reason to workout?

People often get judgements because they “work out too much.” You don’t need a reason to do something that makes you feel good about yourself. I know it doesn’t feel like a compliment in the moment, but it is. People like to judge others when they’re doing something positive in their life because they wish they had the courage, determination, whatever, to do the same.


The first rule to gaining muscle in general: EAT. Eat enough so that your muscles get the nourishment they need to grow! If you starve yourself, you may get the look at that you have slight abs, but if you eat carbs the next day you’re going to be bloated. As my favorite workout page to follow on FaceBook, BodyRock, would say: “Abs are made in the……Kitchen!”

#3. “That’s all you have to do.”

Now you really are a blabbering idiot. Looking good, feeling good, and being the best you can is not an easy task. Don’t underestimate the courage and strength it takes to get someone moving and to eat clean. Never demean someone’s efforts.

#4. Be happy for others

Just because you don’t want to workout, doesn’t mean that I should stop working out as well. If you don’t feel happy about yourself, it doesn’t mean others can’t be happy about themselves. All it takes is for you to be comfortable in your skin.


All of that being said, working out is not the only way to feel good about yourself. Heavens no. I went 15 years of my life without working out (aside from sports). I was happy as can be. But to fill time after I stopped playing sports as much, I decided to take up running, and my love for fitness spiraled from there. Whether someone wants to workout or not, it’s not something you can judge or try to convince them of doing the opposite. But on my original note, “working out” has gotten a negative stigma just as much as a positive one. While people who are involved in the fitness community love how many people are getting into it as well, people who aren’t into it think it’s some sort of “cult” and choose to judge and say it’s talked about too much, people take it too far, etc. Let others be happy in their own place, not everyone needs to be just like you.




When awkward turns more awkward..


Awkward and embarrassing things happen to me often, but jeez this one even had me thinking “what the hell is going on with that girl (me).”

So it was like any other day and I was on my run at Greenlake with my dog. I was actually having a pretty good time and whatnot: looking at the water, running by people, having old ladies pass me (not uncommon here, keep doing what you’re doing Seattle! You’re amazing!), and whatever just having a good run. Then I finally get to my normal spot that I usually take a picture for my boyfriend who lives in Florida right now because it has a perfect view of “our island.” (Yes, sometimes I’m sentimental and cute). Only this time… it isn’t the same as the usual routine that happens when I go take this picture.

There is a DILF (yes, like a MILF, but for a dad. And man, if there is a DILF God out there he definitely answered to this guy) sitting on the grass right where I usually stand to take my picture. Yes I realize it’s awkward to go stand RIGHT next to him and take the pic, but whatever my headphones are in (which obviously means I’m not really here) and he already spotted me coming towards him, so to turn and leave now would be beyond awkward, not to mention crude.

So I inch my way closer and go to take my picture, only to see one of his little daughters excited and pointing at my dog. Now about my dog, he is a 9 year old teacup poodle and not the friendliest little guy, despite his teddy bear face and puppy gestures. So anyway the dad says “oh you want to pet the puppy?” to his older daughter and I thought oh shit, I have to let her or I’ll look like an ass! So I take my headphones out (but they’re still all intertwined in my shirt) and I say “here pet him!” and the kid does what any normal kid does, run away, come back, giggle, whatever, I was too busy staring at the dad. Anyway then his baby who couldn’t even walk yet crawled over to me and started sucking on my knee… What? Well, that’s besides the point.

So since the little girl was taunting my dog, he obviously went into attack mode (that’s normal right? I totally didn’t see it coming though..). He decided to run after her and she screamed of course, and ran behind her dad. This ripped my headphones from my shirt, my dog’s leash pulled my arm, my glasses nearly fell off, and my debit card fell out of my yoga pants pocket. All of this commotion then made my dog come back and trip the baby who then stumbled, rolling over at least 3 times down the hill to the dirt. I immediately drop everything, run and grab the baby and of course freak out. The dad tells me that the baby is fine and he is giggling like he thought this whole thing was cute. But you see, I was HORRIFIED. In that moment I wasn’t even in my body. I was a being watching this all happen and turning extremely red for myself.

I start to gather my things because my dog had just chased his 3 year old and scared the living SH*T out of her, and made his baby topple down a mountain (ok it was probably about 3 feet but enough to give me a heart attack). The dad then proceeds to say “Ok say ‘bye’ to the doggie I think they’re about to leave.” Then he looks at me— “Unless you want to stay?” with his perfect smile…..

….me, being me, extremely awkward. Just said “You know what I think I already did too much I just think I’m going to go. Have a good time!” Then I proceeded on my run.

So much for being brutally honest! SCHNIKIES! It really was too much though.

(Yes, I ran around again- super fast- hoping to see him again but nope. Him and his traumatized daughters were gone.)



To be somewhere, and to actually see where you are


Like anyone else, I get burnt out at my job from time to time. I work with dogs, so you’d think that’s very hard to start to hate. But after you scoop dog crap, smell like pee, and have dog hair coming out of your nose week after week, you may find yourself a little burnt out as well…maybe. So anyway, I often dream of traveling or getting a little “vacation” to break this boring habit of work, eat, coffee, workout, sleep.

Before I tell you my epiphany, let me just tell you what my normal week looks like. I go to work from 9-5 monday through friday and deal with more than 90 dogs on a daily basis (and about 10 cats daily but who cares about them, right?). I’m often too tired to do anything before or after work, besides go running every night for about two hours. Weekends consist of working out, running, and doing stuff for my own dog, and visiting my lovely Oma. So, needless to say, my life is surrounded by animals and/or family. Which isn’t a bad thing, I mean I want to become a Veterinarian. So this is what my life will be like and I should get used to it. But it’s okay to enjoy my yearly vacations to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico and my other random little trips in-between. But what happened to me the other day astonished me….

So my boyfriend is in the marines (gosh, my life is starting to sound sucky, I promise it’s fun and I promise we’re happy!) and he came to visit me last week from Florida. To say I was excited is an understatement. So we went on our trips to Greenlake and we just spent the week getting out a doing fun stuff, to get me out of my work routine and him out of his gettingyelledattwentyfourseven routine.


So we went to Greenlake, one of our favorite places to go together. And as we sat on this bench overlooking the lake, I was staring at the water through the trees, bushes, branches, etc., and I realized, WHO NEEDS A VACATION? In that moment, I felt the happiest I have been in a long time. I wasn’t worrying about the next days events or needing to plan out my days, I was just happy in that spot. I didn’t want to move. Of course it’s good to get out and explore the world, that’s my number one goal in life. But I have this beautiful scenery right here that I can literally walk to from my house. I kid you not, ever since that day I started writing in that exact spot. Maybe because it looked a little bit like Mexico, and I miss mexico (haven’t been there in 6 months… come on that’s sad), but maybe just because I didn’t realize the beautiful “quiet spot” I had right in front of me.


So anyway, I kind of realized that all it takes for you to get out of your daily, weekly, monthly, yearly “funk” is to just get out of the house and explore. Get out of that damn repetitive routine that has you feeling in a rutt, and just take even an hour out of your day to sit outside and listen. I go to green lake every night and run around it one, two, or even three times, just to get my run in and get out. But I don’t exactly take in the scenery like I could. To be somewhere, and to actually see where you are, are two different things. I can snap a picture as I run by the opening in the trees and can see the sunset for a split second, but am I actually seeing the beauty that is there? No. But that day, sitting on that bench with my boyfriend, I finally saw it! I finally saw that you can get out of your “funk” anywhere you are. It doesn’t take a plane ride and a taxi, a fancy hotel, and some margaritas (oh god, all that sounds amazing right now) – it just takes you sitting there and looking. Observing the nature around you. Look how pretty ANYWHERE (maybe not Idaho, come on) in the world can be!


Moral of the story, working your ass off and being relaxed don’t have to be in completely separate universes.