cocoa j, other stuff that cocoa likes

i really hope that’s his official job title

i know all the dogs in the neighborhood


they are my pals

& i know their people when i see them

nothing gets by me!


cocoa j

my neighbor gets jealous when i talk to other neighbors

i have a lot of crazy neighbors.
mostly old ladies who like to tell me about stuff.
one of em gets a little possessive
if she sees me talking to anyone else:



then again, sometimes i am the weird neighbor.

please don’t tell anyone.


cocoa j

now i am under neighborhood watch

sometimes when j and i go for a walk i run away and hide somewhere.

like around a corner, behind a mailbox, up in a tree, under a truck.

cept this last time i was hiding in my neighbor’s bushes.

turns out he was sitting on his front deck

& was real weirded out about me sneaking around in his yard.

i was all

“can we have this conversation later? you’re really blowin up my spot”

one  year ago today: chad is a fellow snail lover

cocoa j

oh no. i’m goin to jail now, huh?

a lil girl in the neighborhood thinks I am her age :/

why don’t I have the courage to tell her I’m a grown up? maybe if I finally came clean, she would quit with the pizza party invites (I have a hard enough time turning down pizza as it is and I’m running out of excuses).

(kinda) one year ago today: j makes the darndest toasts

cocoa j

please don’t initiate a convo when i’m carry doodie

why me?

one of the most uncomfortable things to me is when a neighbor strikes up a conversation as I’m walking my dogs, carrying sacks fulla doodie. it is especially awkward when I go to wave and then I realize I’m swinging doodie around. next I get embarrassed and sick to my stomach because the tied off bags are not particularly air-tight. this is usually when I break out into a run until the neighbor is out of sight.

the man who just moved into the house down the street stopped me and introduced himself. he reached his hand out to shake. do i use my hand that is holding bags of doodie or the hand that is holding the leashes of two (bad) dogs? he then proceeded to tell me his aunt died and he inherited her cat. shortly after the kitty was diagnosed with diabetes. now I know all the warning signs for feline diabetes, FYI. he even showed me scars all over his body; they are the result of struggling to give the feline its insulin. but now he has a system, so don’t worry.

I’m not really sure why he thought I needed to know all this, unless the moral of the story is: don’t have cats. also, I should probably move to a different neighborhood (one that doesn’t have weirdoes).

one year ago today: this is what being BFFS2G looks like