My name is Tanner the Pit Bull. I was living on the street when a kind lady took me to the shelter, the jail for dogs. I was supposed to 'go to sleep', but then Lou and Eugenie showed up and took me home. We've written a book about it, GIMME SHELTER. We're hoping you'll drop by from time to time to learn what's new with us and our friends. We'll be talking about rescue dogs, especially Pit Bulls, anger issues, and things we love, like movies, books, travel and karate.
B.R.A.G. MEDALLION WINNER
B.R.A.G. MEDALLION WINNER
Saturday, June 2, 2012
JUNE GLOOM (AWOL From The Dog Park)
Dudley and Blanche
Ever since his 4-year anniversary, Tanner and his humans have been busy with a host of projects, including finding a home for GIMME SHELTER. The journey continues and we hope to have an agent in place by Eugenie's birthday (June 21). In addition to tweaking the book, crafting a proposal and starting a rewrite on my play, "All That He Could Be" (the true story of the only solider to successfully challenge the ban on gays in the U.S. Military - a black drag queen!), I've been I've been teaching at Probation and Eugenie has been carving like a mad woman. She's submitting to several galleries and competitions and applying for grants as well. On top of that, we took a quick trip to Palm Springs to visit Eugenie's mom, for Mother's Day. It was 100+ and Melissa's AC was out! Thankfully, our friends Toni, Ron and Alana let us stay at their place in Palm Desert. Tanner dislikes the heat and long drives but he bore up surprisingly well. On a sad note, Melissa's beloved Pug, Dudley passed away recently, a few months shy of his 15th b-day. Dud was a funny, mischievous little imp who trained his owner to do his bidding. For most of his life, he spent the summers with us when things got too warm in the Desert, so we'll miss him terribly, too.
In addition to work and travel, we've been fixing up the house in anticipation of our niece Margaret's wedding two months from now, when all of the Spirito famiglia will descend on SoCal, many for their first visit since we moved here in 1991. We can't have them thinking we live in a slum, albeit one with palm trees and an ocean view (if you stand on your toes in the upstairs loft). Like his grumpy 'father (and our late cat, Blanche) Tanner HATES changes to his environment or routine. Sprucing up the master bath fits that label, and he's been on edge the entire time. It doesn't help that we've been AWOL at the dog park lately so Poor Tanner has had to make do with local play dates, extra treats and cuddles in bed.
As it too often does, the 'June Gloom' has settled in bringing overcast skies and chilly (by California standards) temperatures. Tanner likes it cool but not foggy, and he detests the rain. I like it warm and sunny, so I'm bummed.
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"Our first year here it rained all spring and the lousy weather lasted well into fall. Like a kid who’d been promised a trip to Disneyland but forced to settle for a T-shirt, I felt gypped. And ill. Before we quit New York, Eugenie’s mom graciously supervised the fix-up on our Malibu rental. Under her decorator’s eye, the place was painted top to bottom, the floors and furniture refinished, and new carpeting installed. The work took all of February. During that time it rained so fiercely that she kept the doors and windows shut tight, allowing the petrochemical fumes to reach critical mass. When we boarded the plane that would take us to the Left Coast, we had no idea that we’d be moving into a toxic time bomb. Shortly after we arrived my head began to pound. I was green, listless, and in constant agony. I tried aspirin, massage, and meditation. Nothing could blunt the pain. Either I was dying, or I was allergic to California. I agreed to give it one more week; then I was flying back to New York where I’d stay until I recovered. In desperation, Eugenie took me to see a homeopath who diagnosed me with chemical poisoning. I scoffed, but I took the little sugar pills and the headaches went away." (from "Gimme Shelter: A Damaged Pit Bull, an Angry Man and How They Saved Each Other").
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Right now Tanner is crashed out on his bed, taking advantage of a lull in the hammering and sawing to catch up on his sleep. He'd better since we're off to Fashion Island in Costa Mesa tomorrow to visit with Eugenie's godfather, Gene, and his wife, Jennifer. There will be tons of Yorkies, Shih Tzus and other pocket pooches at the mall so Tanner will makes lots of new 'friends' and probably scare a few uptight O.C. residents.