I bring you pictures.
No, not pictures of me or Geoff or the kids. Pictures from the intertubes. Pictures of animals that look like ours. Why? Because I’m tired and I have work to do and I just finished day three of New Job and my brain is full. That’s why.
So enjoy, or something.
Those two little words seem so insignificant in the face of the overwhelming response we’ve received from, quite literally, all over the world.
It has been a hell of a day. Late last night, or early this morning in all actuality, Smoky died in my arms. He was twelve years old.
Smoky scared us very badly yesterday. He’d been having a so-so week. After his pretty much triumphant return from having his ablation and then release back into general population he’d been getting along pretty well. He eventually started to dislike his pill pockets and so pilling him became a twice daily ritual of tracking him down and shooting pills down his throat with a pill popper.
As you may imagine that was no fun for any of us involved, least of all him.
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You are forthwith forbidden from mentioning Papelbon to us.
As Geoff mentioned, on Saturday we took his sister, Liz, and her 3 kids to the Museum of Science, among other places, for their day visit to Boston. After our lunch time visit to Harvard Sq. for some excellent burgers, we stopped back off at home before heading to the museum. Whenever we enter the house, especially with guests, we’re always greeted at the door by our enthusiastic dachshunds and usually at least one cat.
On Saturday we were greeted by a bouncy little Thumbelina, Scratch, and no Rerun. There was a distinct whining coming from the living room, but as everyone filed in and wandered into the kitchen, I was apparently the only one who 1) noticed his absence and 2) heard the pathetic whimpers coming from the living room. (Rerun is an expert at The Pathetic Dog Whimper.)
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Yesterday we had the pleasure of a visit from my sister Liz and her kids, my nephews Will and Ben and niece Kate. We took them on a quick tour of Casa Dachshund. For the first time they had the chance to meet our cats, and it was interesting to see how everyone reacted. Scratch was his usual self, very friendly and outgoing, and so he greeted everyone. Bucky was in his favorite spot, in my old office chair near the front bay window. He did not even get up as far as I know. But surprisingly Smoky actually came out to greet everyone too.
It isn’t often in life that we get 2nd chances. It’s rarer still that those chances work out. Geoff and I are lucky that in this case, it has.
I thought I would add something related to the post that my wife put up about our youngest. You see, Scratch was named after a character in PvP, one of my favorite comics. I found it particularly hilarious when Scratch began imitating his namesake by becoming fascinated with Christmas trees. And like Kelly also mentioned, Scratch started knocking ornaments off the tree like his namesake too. Fortunately, he has not yet managed to turn into Kringus. But he does love to get up in the tree.
My dog Rerun is also named after a character in a comic.
-Geoff
We’ve written here before about Scratch’s odd habits and various issues. One thing that his Prozac hasn’t changed is that Scratch is convinced that he’s a mighty hunter and that his prey is everywhere. He will attack the stuffed toys that the dogs leave everywhere and randomly grab them, shaking them fiercely as though he’s killing them.
He’ll jump suddenly in the air turning and growling just a bit and attacking an invisible foe. (Usually it’s a dust mote that only he can see.) The best part is that when he does this he usually stops when he’s done and sits there for a little while with his mouth open, fangs showing, and trying to look fierce. It’s like he saw an episode of a sparklevamp movie and thinks he’s a character. Naturally, this cracks us up.
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