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So much has happened since last post, I can’t think where to start. This episode really begins with the Key West trip, so let’s start there. Pero primero (but first), the really big news: Winston has 99.9% recovered from heatstroke. When I left for Key West 10 June, he was like a little old man. He slept all the time, moved very slowly, pretty much “fell” down rather than laid down. It was very sad for all of us. He was alive and seemed happy, not in pain, but not himself. Even so, we were thrilled with . . . → Read More About On the Master Plan Both my mother and my dog were in the hospital this past weekend. That kinda thing makes it pretty stressful around here. To tell you the truth, I was more worried about my dog. Why was Nana (my mother) in the hospital? Because she TOOK TOO MANY TYLENOL. This tells me two things: #1 The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and #2 Apparently my mother doesn't read my blog. She took all that acetaminophen because her hip was hurting her and her doctor said, "Take . . . → Read More About Copycats Boo and Winston are inseparable, stuck to each other like white on rice. In the mornings, I open one crate door and that dog rushes to the other’s crate door. They race around all day, taking the occasional nap. Winston naps on a pad next to my chair. Not only is he a farting, belching, slobbering male, he snores. The complete package. Boo naps (quietly) under my desk on a rug. Boo is six . . . → Read More About Like White On Rice We love Winston. And he loves…. me. By the end of the day, he loves everyone else. Pretty much. Unless he hasn’t seen one of the guys for over an hour. Mo still spooks him pretty much all the time. Mo’s just so darn TALL. He spooks me. When Mo first shot up, I had the sense of a tall stranger lurking in my house… I’m used to it now. Winston is not. Every morning, it’s like 50 First Dates around here: Winston has to get to know the . . . → Read More About 50 First Dates "…that which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet;So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,Retain that dear perfection which he owesWithout that title. Romeo, doff thy name,And for that name which is no part of theeTake all myself."- as spoken by Juliet, Act II Scene II, Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare Two of the roses in our house have undergone name changes… one of them, a couple of times already. Cambio de Nombre Uno [Name . . . → Read More About What’s In A Name? Who adores me. Meet Clemenza. That’s Capo Clemenza to you. He’s a valley bulldog. Oops: Valley Bulldog, a pretend purebred. As one guy put it on a bulldog forum: "Even though you mixed two purebreds, you still gotta mutt." Clemenza doesn’t care. Nor do we. He squats to pee and is timid around new people (like us) for the first few minutes. Other than that, he’s completely butch. And a magnificent slobberer. I am completely covered in slobber. He loves to play. I bet one of us could throw one . . . → Read More About Another Farting, Belching, Slobbering Male |
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