Welcome to yoonamania where I put down the nonsense that pops up in my head from time to time. Please do not expect to make any sense out of my blatherings. It's called nonsense for a reason. Nor should you expect to enjoy any good writing. My English sucks moose ass. But I don't really care since I'm sure your Korean isn't any better. Please try to keep your expectations low and just chill like potatoes... or beets... or parsnips. Oh and yeah, don't take it seriously unless you think I think you must.

Yours truly, etc. yoonamaniac

April 7, 2008>

Beasts, Brooklyn, Pix

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I wish I knew how old Brooklyn is. I have had her since the fall of 2003, and the rescue I got her from estimated her to be 2 years old. Because she was not an owner surrender, it meant that she was at least 2 years old, which, as any dog person would know, means she could have been 2 years old or 3 or 4 or 5 or…. You really can’t tell how old a dog is after he/she’s fully grown.

Anyway, if she really was 2 years old back then, that means she’s 6 and a half right now. But something in my gut tells me she’s older than that. These are the reasons:

  • In the beginning of this year, I freaked out when she yelped and cried for good 3 minutes after running full speed to chase some birds in the morning. She was diagnosed to have something exactly like sciatica (pinched nerves) in humans.
  • She had been steadily gaining weight even though I had been giving her the same amount of food. The vet ruled out any medical cause, and she told me when a dog gets older, some dog’s metabolism does a nosedive, and that might be the case with Brooklyn. So I’m giving her way less food than before.
  • She increasingly has a hard time chewing. Simple turkey bones or even muscle meat gives her problem and she seems to be frustrated by it.

The last one kinda bothers me a lot tonight – something about the way she ate today. When I think about it, she has never really loved chewing as far as I know. Yes, a dog who prefers not to chew. She’s a weirdo, what else is new? But now, something’s different. It’s more of inability than unwillingness. That worries me. A lot.

April 7, 2008>

Mania

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So I’m still dying for some pecan pie but I haven’t seen one for ages. I’ve told all my friends to keep an eye out for a pecan pie around where they live and buy it and notify me immediately as soon as they see one.

In the mean time, however, I bought 5 cans glazed pecans. I never knew such thing existed since I don’t usually go looking for snacks in candy/cookie aisles. But this time having craved pecan pie for so long, my eyes were peeled for anything pecan. And I promptly finished 3 cans in 2 days, and did you know when you gain a lot of weight, the sweat shirts and t-shirts get shorter at the rate proportional to that of your weight gain, exposing your enormous belly?