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Dog Blogging
Last Night with Lovey
Gonna miss the little critter:
They don’t listen to a damned thing I say.
Open Thread
Regarding Anne Laurie’s comment on Chafee being dull, maybe dull is what the country needs for a change. We’ve had a great, inspiring visionary leader for near seven years who challenged us to be better than we are, and all we’ve done is shit the bed on that count. Half of us actually tried to be worse (looking at you, Republicans), and the rest of us tried to be better, but pretty much couldn’t get our shit together enough. Oh, well.
There’s also the fact that Chafee has no chance in hell to get elected. He’s SOOO dull I think his name is actually spelled Chaffee, but I can’t muster up the interest to stop typing and google it. That’s fucking dull. I’ll just go back and forth with each spelling until I see it on tv somewhere and survive being right 50% of the time until then. Chaffee, for the pedants who will count how many times I typed it. I know you are reading this chomping champing (I hate you people) at the bit to correct me.
Took these pics last night when I got up to go to the bathroom. It’s Where’s Waldo meets Pets:
What is that hiding back there? Why, It’s Thurston!
He was moving so much I couldn’t get a good picture. He likes to sleep back there and he curls his body around the left side of my head and puts his head and front paws on my chest. It’s goofy, but comforting and nice. He always looks like he is smiling, I think.
What’s this over here?
Let’s peel back a layer:
< Lovey! She is such a sound sleeper. When I wake up in the morning I have to wake her up and she is groggy and has to rub the sleep out of her eyes. And if you look closely, you can see Lily underneath the covers underneath Lovey. Rosie was down by my feet under the covers grumping because people in bed were moving. Getting sad every time I see Lovey because I know she is going to her forever home soon.
Might as Well Make it Official…
Made a command decision this morning when I woke up and someone was not on his spot on the pillow next to my head and I freaked out because I couldn’t find him right away.
He was fine, he was just going potty on a pee pad like a good little doggie, and I realized right then and there that I wasn’t fooling anyone anymore.
#fosterfail
Why I Believe I am the Good Doggie You’ve Been Asking About
I’m going to miss Lovey, as she goes to her forever home next Saturday.
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Monday Afternoon Open Thread
National Puppy Day was on March 23. I didn’t know about it, and I’m not sure it’s necessary because every day is Puppy Day. But to belatedly honor that overlooked day of observance, here’s a throwback picture in which my Patsy Marie was a puppy and Daisy Mayhem had no gray on the muzzle:
Maybe John will come along with pictures of current puppies. Or maybe not. Please feel free to discuss whatever.
Late Late Early Early
I was sleeping like a baby until this giant storm blew through, with driving rain and howling wind and the distant rumble of thunder rolling in off the Gulf of Mexico:
Now I’m wide awake. And I just realized it’s the seventh birthday of my beloved Daisy Mayhem, the lovely buff-colored creature on the right side of this poorly lit photo:
She’s among the smartest dogs I’ve ever met. You can tell she knows exactly what you’re saying — if it’s something of interest to her.
One of the signs of her intelligence is that she takes little interest in the conversations of humans unless the topic is of direct concern to her, such as food or road trips. She doesn’t give a flying fuck for talk about politics or religion.
Anyway, sweet Daisy gets a bacon cake this evening in honor of her birthday. That will make her happy.
Open thread!