Having already established that I am unable to sleep through the night prior to a day on which I fly out, I can now confirm that I am unable to sleep through the night prior to a day someone flies in – if I’m charged with the task of either picking them up or dropping them off. Last night, I was up every hour, then every half hour, then, as dawn broke, every fifteen minutes, convinced I was going to sleep in and miss the scheduled 10:50 a.m. pick-up time. As it turned out, by the time I woke up, worked out, tended to the dogs, showered, and made the drive to the airport, I had plenty of time to wait around for nearly an hour while Akemi cleared customs.
Since Akemi was tired from the long flight, we decided to push lunch and head back to my place where she got settled into one of the guest rooms (I decorated her bed with the various stuffed toys I picked up on my recent trips to Tokyo including, my favorite, a giant tea-drinking radish!) after which she got to know the dogs. I’m pleased to report they hit it off. Her and Lulu, especially, are getting on like gangbusters. Whatever the hell that means. If it means they’re getting along really well, then, yes, that. Anyway, throwing caution to the wind, I decided to drive downtown in the hopes that: a) I would not get stuck in traffic and b) I would be able to find parking. I didn’t. And I did.
We had a late lunch at Don Francesco –
We decided to, if not exactly skip then delay dessert, and go for a walk.
We strolled up and down Robson Street, taking in the, uh, sights.
We went by Granville Island, picked up some produce, then headed back home where we made dinner.
Akemi’s exhausted and going to call it an early night. I’m off to fish one of the three books I’m reading.
Finally – I heard that the Frenchie lost the Westminster Dog Show title to a Scottish Terrier. Now what was I just saying about the judged events?