Blessing
My friend lives in Portland about 100 miles from where the dog went missing. I am so so relieved. I cannot even imagine going through something like this. This is Taz. ♥️

Saturday, February 8. 2025
Thursday, February 6. 2025
A friend's dog is missing since almost one week. I feel bad. If my baby went missing I would be frantic. The dog went missing by the Astoria-Megler bridge on the WA side. I drove to where the dog has been spotted (supposedly) by random people.
I first went there today during the day and then I went again in the evening after dark. No dog.
Only some weirdo that got upset with me that I was looking for the dog. So yea some angry dude yelled at me, in the dark in the middle of nowhere. Must be fun to be paranoid, perhaps I interrupted his meth transaction. I suspect that is what he was doing.
Anyhow....I will try again tomorrow. I am hoping that somebody sees the dog and manages to grab him. And then brings the dog to an animal shelter or figures out how to get the dog to my friend. I have found a few dogs in the past and managed to find the owner/s.
So I am hoping this will end well.
The Astoria-Megler bridge is like four miles long.
That is WA (Washington) state over there in the distance.
And speaking of dogs. A man in GA (Georgia) was recently sentenced to 475 years in prison for dog fighting and animal cruelty. Finally time that fits the crime. I hope the sentence sets the tone for all future animal cruelty convictions.
Everybody involved in working on this case are amazing humans, amazing humans care about animals. They pointed out the importance of the concept, "if you see something, say something". In this case a delivery driver noticed that something was wrong and alerted authorities. I hope that all the dogs rescued go to safe places, preferably loving forever homes.
If I could I would have six pit bulls living with me at home right now. If I had a lot of money I would help animals.
Wednesday, February 5. 2025
Out on the daily walk with my best friend.
Hearts of palm. Who else really likes this? I have tried hearts of palm from like every store from Astoria to Portland and I think that Trader Joe's might have the best one (not pictured). I eat it weekly.
I realized that my electric blanket makes me thirsty. I wake up thirsty, sometimes I wake up because I am thirsty and that is from sleeping with the electric blanket on all night. So I now turn it off. Maybe the dehydration contributed to the high A1C number? I don't know. I am drinking more water and I cut down on the sugar in my coffee and tea but that's about it.
Sunday, February 2. 2025
Can I even remember week 4 at work? It's been like 13 days and I have brain fog. I do remember that I was the only girl on Tuesday. And it was cold inside the club. If it is cold outside, it is cold in the club. I walk around in a robe. Not trying to look appealing, trying to not freeze. So yes, Tuesday only girl. And of course it got busy. I told everybody in that night that since I am imported goods then they have to pay a tariff now. The price of a lap dance went up 50% overnight.
Wednesday and Friday I do not remember.
Saturday a guy asked me for coke. I told him that I have no clue where to get some. Yea if I really wanted to get some coke I could probably find it but believe it or not, I do not do drugs. And if I was going to do any, it would not be at work. It is not like I have the number to a coke dealer named Tony in my phone ok. Then he asked me two more times. And I told him that in fact a friend of mine knows of somebody in town that got some coke laced with fentanyl a few months ago and ODd and died. I said I would be extremely cautious if I were him and stay away from getting coke from random people. At this point fentanyl is in a lot of the street drugs. So be careful. Seriously, it is no joke. If you are lucky you will OD and somebody will give you Naloxone (Narcan) and you will live, if not that is it. You will die. It is a vey sad reality.
I wish I could say I knew nothing of this reality but I do. And it is a terrible reality.
I often get asked if I want to go and party after work. Party? Like where? I have been at work for like six hours, listening to loud music. The last thing I want to do is "party". Now had I been in Vegas and could go to like a fun after hours club with great music and plush couches, party would be a possibility.
Let me tell you......when the club closes on Saturday and I am gathering all my things and putting on my (in this case) very comfortable Bearpaw boots I am very happy. House fee and tip out in the heels. Go home, take a hot bath, get comfortable underneath soft blankets, read and drift off to sleep.
Week 5. Compliment of the week came from somebody that comes in on a regular basis.
He said that the club sign is of me. The club sign is a silhouette/drawing of a girl in heels bending over, long hair cascading forward. I should try to re create that pose in a photo.
That sign caused some controversy in town when it replaced the old sign. Several people called City Hall and wanted the sign to be taken down so that children did not have to look at it. The sign stayed.
The second best compliment came from a girl that came in Saturday with a group of girls, they were all very nice. She called me stunning. A person that has been coming in a lot for the last year and became a friend is moving about two hours away, he will be missed.
It was cold all week. The stage was about 56-58 degrees, a bit "warmer" in the dressing room since we have a small heater in there. I sit in front of that heater a lot.
Saturday night's house fee and tip out. Dressed to go hoooooome! 62 degrees in the dressing room.
If you have a 20, 50 or a 100 dollar bill that has "Tati" written on it you should hold on to it.
You might have a future collectible in your possession.