Back on the horse

It probably isn't right to say that I'm 100% back, but I feel largely recovered from the little incident that happened a few weeks ago. My insurance company should be cutting me a check for most of my loss and I'm not afraid to walk past the scene of the crime at night any more (but I still cab back when necessary; my boss also is terrified that I might start riding the bus again).

Two things remain unresolved.

1. The HOA of the condo I live in gave me the bill for the locks on the front and back doors ($450!), along with the most stereotypically passive-aggressive email talking about how many residents were inconvenienced because they only got two free keys, and some people had collected more than two keys prior to the lock change. I declined to write a screed discussing the relative inconvenience of having a gun pointed at you while being relieved of nearly $1000 worth of stuff. I also declined to leave a steaming bag of poo on everyone's doorstep. Luckily my landlord is being cool and has told the HOA to shove it.
2. I've received lots of emails about whether I recovered the number of the girl I met prior to getting jacked. I did. Nothing to report, however, even if there were that stuff isn't going on the blog. Personal stuff and work stuff are for emails and phone calls. That said, I think my crazy officemate is leaving the company, and at that point I'll be able to share some fascinating stories. Not quite like the guy I worked with in Texas who torched his hotel and then torched our office, but close.

On dogs

I'm terrified to publish this post. With all the attention that Mike Vick is bringing to the treatment of animals in our society I'm afraid that anything I write that is less than 2000% glowing about dogs will be used against me later in life. This is on top of my long-standing belief that if you were to ask women if they had to choose between a dog-hater and an STD-carrier to date or marry, they would readily choose the STD-carrier.

So let me be clear: I've got no beef with dogs.

I am, however, a believer that there are some places that should be dog friendly, and some places that shouldn't be dog friendly. Specifically, I do not like the idea of dogs in they grocery store. This seems to put me at odds with a significant chunk of Seattle. I was perusing the produce section a couple of weeks ago when I noticed a young woman with carrying a rather hairy purse. Only it wasn't a purse, it was a dog.

Now, I'm not sure why anyone would want a dog that fits into a purse... it seems to defeat the whole purpose. At that point, why not get a cat. But just because your dog is compact doesn't mean that he or she is immediately welcome everywhere he can fit. I've heard stories of dogs going to law school (or maybe that was in a movie), but I don't get my food at law schools. I do get my food at grocery stores, however, and I really don't appreciate people deciding that it's cool if their pet hangs out near my cherries.

Of course, were I to say anything in Seattle I'm sure I would be run out of town immediately, and they would probably hold a protest and demand that Hilary or Obama stake out a position on the topic. Or, more accurately, Seattle would send me a very passive-aggressive letter highlighting the fact that "someone" hated dogs and their presence was no longer appropriate.