Monday I woke up feeling like proverbial garbage. My body thinks the world around me - Los Angeles specifically - is trying to kill it. It's not, but that's what it thinks and therefore, allergies:
Allergies are hypersensitive responses from the immune system to substances that either enter or come into contact with the body.
The environment is NOT trying to kill me, my body just decides it is, and gets all kindsa hella hyphy when certain things bloom and or pollenate. Things like grass and trees and basically, you know... outside. My normally strong and able bod goes on lockdown and I can't breathe, which does interesting things to ones heartbeat, for instance. So that's how I woke up Monday morning. Cutty as fuck. (jesus, 
Faithful readers, help the n00bs out. Where do I work? In a barn, that's right! And what lives in a barn? animals you're allergic toooooo Thank you. Plus it's dusty and I'm allergic to their food and so yeah. I went home early. This is important because I normally bring my dog, Puck, to work on Mondays. Especially this past Monday, because they (my landlord) was set to spray for bugs on Monday, and of course she couldn't stay home.
After some quick thinking, we decided to bring her over to our friends house; our best friends who live up the street and around the corner. A place she has been many, many times before. We decided that Puck would stay in the house while our apartment was sprayed. Easy-peasy, problem solved! So we dropped our pooch off and scooted over to a movie because... air ventilation and stuff.
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As we left, the husband came home. We waved (he's our bestie, too) and continued. We later understand that as he entered his house, Puck bolted, flew down the street and out to the busy streets of Los Angeles. My girlfriend jumped in her car and gave chase; he simply ran.
That was yesterday, Monday May 7th around 2:00 pm, PST. It's now 9:15 pm on Tuesday. I have contacted all of the local dog-loving 'help me find my dog' Facebook pages; rescues, veterinarians offices, shelters... we've plastered the neighborhoods with posters. We've had an amazing outpouring of support from the animal loving community.
Now I'm just ready for my dog to come home.
xoxo, b.
