Today, we went to the shelter and picked up a dog to go and take on a “field trip” around the island. Her name was Crisco, like the shortening, and she was 9 years old. A big girl, about 60 lbs (which is big, at least, for us), and clearly had been a mother to puppies several times. She had white around her face, the softest ears, and she loved the car. It was the only place she fell asleep in, which was so satisfying to see. Otherwise she was pretty much panting all day, ie- she was stressed. But, regardless, she was very sweet with us. She gave me kisses and put her head into my hands. I’m really glad we did it. There were even a couple locals who took notice of her—one was a dad who asked if she liked kids. I said that she seemed to like everybody, especially if you had a car.
Did a luau tonight. It was fun! Perhaps not my favorite thing in the world, given that there are aspects of it, still, that feel a little exploitive—for example, I wish that it was owned and operated by a local company, you know?—but it was still wonderful to eat outside, the food was great, and the music/dancing were very entertaining. Big ups to the performers, for sure. And the company was wonderful; we went with the Lundy’s.
Oh! And we went to a farmer’s market in the morning for breakfast which was GREAT!
Ps – I love apple bananas. WOOOOHOOO do I love them.
Night night.