Something Good #25

week 4 puppy photos + happy birthday to me

Hi, I'm Nina Iordanova and this is the 25th edition of Something Good, a newsletter filtered through my 🧠, 🖐, and ❤️. Coming your way every two weeks, I hope you find something good here.

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We have week 4 puppy photos!!

I thought we’d get more of a close up but that will come on March 12. So here’s a slightly bigger version of the pup that will soon be my pup (right-most chocolate girl)!

Preparing for a puppy feels a little like hunkering down for the apocalypse. I’m buying toilet paper, paper towels, garbage bags, hand soap, and toothpaste like it’s the last time I’ll have the chance to do it. I’ve got plans for multiple cooking days to make enough food to freeze that’ll last me for months.

(Is that realistic? No. Am I probably going to order a lot of takeout and grocery deliveries? Most likely. But at least I can say I tried.)

My assumption is that I’ll be on full house lockdown for at least 3 months once I get the puppy. I’ll say goodbye to my loved ones on March 28th and it’ll be like early Covid days all over again.

My top 3 name choices right now are -

1. Lila

2. Molly

3. Wanda

Do you have a favourite? Write and let me know! We’ve got 3 weeks to decide. (3 weeks because even though she’s coming home on March 28th, they’ll be training her on her name starting March 14!).

Here’s my dream of life with this puppy -

It’s summer, I’m wearing a cute white t-shirt and denim shorts, we’re in a park somewhere around King West (for non-Toronto people, it’s where a lot of young 30-somethings live and spend time. Or at least they used to. I’m not sure what the world will look like post-pandemic) or maybe Leslieville (also for 30-somethings but ones with families). She’s on a leash, running around, chasing butterflies. Her leash is very cute. We are actually both extremely cute. Everyone notices and stops to talk to us. People ask her name and because I don’t know how to segue into it, I go directly to telling them she is a member of the UN and also a child prodigy. It is self-evident and no one doubts it.

Here’s what I’m actually preparing for -

We’re inside my house. Seasons don’t matter. I haven’t seen the outside world in weeks. The puppy is trying to bite me while simultaneously not listening to anything I say. I chase her around the house in a t-shirt that’s covered in stains from the last 3 times she threw up on me (in the past week). It used to be my favourite t-shirt but that doesn’t matter anymore. I have pink eye in both eyes and a word cloud of everything I’ve said in the past month forms a perfect Venn-diagram of: “WHY YOU POOPIN EVERYWHERE???”. Life is a parody of the Lion King except it’s me hauling her up into the sky and into the elevator every 4 minutes, praying I’ll be able to get her to poop outside instead of on my rugs (still an inadequate number of rugs).

I have been successful exactly zero times. The elevator never comes. There are no butterflies. No one is cute, and I have wrought this unto myself.

BUT that is still many days away.

Right now, I’m in Costa Rica with Niloo where we celebrated my 31st birthday.

This is us enjoying some live music and waiting with excitement for what the menu said was the local favourite - diced hot dogs tossed with French fries, covered in ketchup and mayo.

Hope you’re also having a great week.

Eat a piece of cake for me!

✨

Warmly yours, 

Nina

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Thanks for reading and I'll see you in two weeks! 👋