Little guy had been in a slow, slow, slow decline, but he started to waste and we felt it was time. We didn’t want to see him go over the cliff. He spent a lot of time sleeping in the last year, and I had started to take some pics of him in his little doggie dreams. Even before he was showing his years, he liked to sleep with his head at some odd angles, but this seemed to increase. We’d see him and I’d go “Little guy, you missed your bed!” It is a little sad that the last year of this terrible blog has been losing Smokedog (1 year ago tomorrow), a few half-hearted Pitchfork posts, and the current hole in my heart, losing P-dog (three weeks ago tomorrow). I miss our “boys” and I miss our community. I feel like they were our mascots. I hope we all make it through our holidays and remember to share our jokes, happy events, and our proud moments along with our sad and difficult ones.
BEGIN UPDATE I had to add GC’s favorite pic of the little guy- taken at Half Moon Bay in CA.
When we were at the vet, they were so kind. There were some very nice, well-meant things said- especially thinking about P-man running free, and having all his legs back. That is not something I believe, but the thoughts were sweet and kind. I was reminded of this scene from the underrated and wonderful Babe: Pig in the City. I don’t want to spoil the film for anyone (it is quite dark for a children’s film), but it captures what we would like to imagine.
A tiny mammal is wreaking havoc in our pantry. So help me if he/she/it goes for the TJ’s Marcona Almonds. Smokey is currently pooping a stuffed monkey, while Pugsley has initiated a repeat of Poop-a-sock. So we are on tenterhooks about this. He’s zoinked socks since Poop-a-sock, but he’s been more of a hoarder, as if he knows that discomfort and indigestion are on tap, and has not seen fit to even chew. Not last night. Previously he has gone for the toe. He worked on a heel last night. We suspect there are three small pieces attempting to obstruct the inner workings of Pugsley, as opposed to one largish piece last time. We’re worried, but optimistic. Also, I loved my Met. A. Phor. last year. Good times!
The Theme Song that rocked the bake off and America’s hearts. I only wish I could watch this movie with Brando. Besides Smokey Dog looking so handsome, James Woods looks so young. It was a different era in Holiday Bake Off mastery.
During the same conversation with the Nutter Butter wherein he referred to Mark Steyn as “totally awesome,” NB made a joke from the dark corners of his mind. His anxiety relating to the continued existence of Western Society forced him to observe that Smokey Dog and Pugsley, being surrogates for actual human children, give the terrorists two free spots in the population race.
I mean look at that. How can you argue with such total nefariousness? Where is Bill Donohue now? When will he become a real hard ass about birth control of the puppy variety?
I have a personal adage, I use when I am working with my clients. When I feel they are pursuing something that they shouldn’t, I make my best arguments against three times, in forceful but respectful fashion. If, after all of that (and I have documented history of telling them it was a bad […]