Cairn Terriers and Celebrities

Stephanie and I dropped Gina at the airport this morning, had lunch at a fantastic place called Comforts, then went to the Marin Human Society, where she volunteers.

I saw a dog/dog introduction for some people looking to adopt, which didn't work out. Their Cairn terrier kind of ate the other little Jack Russell cross, when she tried to get a tennis ball. So that was sad. The little girl who wanted to adopt the Jack Russell was crying. Aw.

BUT the point of this entry that I'm trying to spit out is that while at the Human Society, I kind of ran into Robin Williams. As in, Patch Adams, Bicentennial Man, Flubber, Mrs Doubtfire. We petted the same Chihuahua and talked about puppy mills. It took up every ounce of my self-control to not gush. He was kind of my favourite ever actor from about the ages of 5-13.(He experienced a brief loss of popularity to Leo Dicaprio circa 1998, and did slide down the scale after Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Carribean.) Instead we just exchanged sadness about how the cute little chihuahuas came to be here, and I strolled off before I said something stupid.

Apparently in California, no one is fazed by seeing celebrities. And instead of a SOMOTD, I have Robin Williams. So I think that's more than sufficient.

Lx