two dolla

my 70 pound baby

My dog, the one that’s wearing a collar from Old Navy, had an appointment with the groomer today. I brought him in and was a bit concerned when I didn’t recognize any of the groomers at all. There’s not much you can do, though, to mess up grooming my dog. His hair doesn’t need to be cut, and he doesn’t really need to be brushed, so I guess I was confident in their abilities to do what needed to be done to Riley.

As they took him back, I was told it’d be 1.5 to 2 hours before he was done. That set off one alarm, because what the hell are they doing that takes them two hours? Giving him a manicure and a pedicure? Flossing his teeth?
After only an hour, they called to let me know they were finished, so I went to go get him.

He always jumps over the swinging half door they have there when he sees me, and as he did, I noticed his back right knee was bleeding. My poor little puppy was wounded!

The girl that groomed him tried to tell me that he must have done it getting back into the crate after he was done, but I have my doubts. He’s been in and out of a crate at least 1000 times by now, and he’s never scratched himself so bad that it’s drawn blood. Unless the crates in the back of the grooming salon are lined with barbed wire, I’m not entirely sure how this may have happened.

And regardless of how it happen, I’m none to happy about it. Nobody makes my puppy bleed!

2 and the meaning

I walked into Uptown Tattoo last night at 6:30 with three different fonts I really, really liked, but nothing that I loved. I explained to my tattoo guy (Doug Hardy is my new tattoo guy!) what I liked about each font and what I didn’t. Less than ten minutes later, he’d produced exactly what I was looking for. And by 7:00, I was finished.

It didn’t hurt at all really. It was more of a slight burning and annoyance than anything. I described it to Jenni as a warm hug, which seemed to amuse Doug. I bled a lot afterwards, but there was still no pain. Combining that with the lovely smell of A&D Ointment has convinced me that I’ll definitely be going back for another one.
My tattoo is what is for a bevy of reasons, and I’m sure the actual explanation has been weighing on all of your minds since I posted the bloody pictures last night. A couple of meanings, I’m keeping to myself. The rest are as followed, in no particular reason:

1.) two dolla. Seriously, it’s my longest relationship ever and it’s a super important part of who I’ve been and what I’ve been through since 1999. This was originally the only meaning behind this piece, and then I started doing a little more research and found a whole lot more.

2.) B is the 2nd letter of the alphabet. This is the tribute part of the tattoo, because both sets of my grandparents have/had last names that start with B. And obviously my last name starts with it.

3.) 2002 is the year I moved to Minnesota. Obviously one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

4.) Numerology indicates that the number 2 is defined as balance and union. The Chinese culture says 2 is a good number.

5.) In sports, the #2 refers to the shooting guard (in basketball) and the catcher (in baseball). Michael Jordan (the best shooting guard EVER) and Joe Mauer (the catcher for the Twins) are two of my most favorite atheletes.

6.) On the keyboard, the #2 is on the same key as the @ sign. We all know I’m a huge geek, so that representation made a lot of sense to me.

7.) Poop is #2.

8.) Eventually, I can get an armband that says “2 Legit 2 Quit”.

And there are some more pictures Jenni took below.

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