She doesn’t like dog food.

Even if what’s in the can is exactly the same as what’s in the dog food can, she prefers the shorter, wider cans of cat food. And their contents.

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Look at the smile on that face. Hell, he’s got a cat right next to him and he’s still smiling. I’ve never seen a happier cancer-laden, arthritic 13 1/2 year old dog. Have you?

I think I told you (both of you?) my goodest good boy has cancer. But to verify, I’d have to go back to a part of the blog I’m none too anxious to revisit.

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Even with the dogs and the cats, it’s so still.

Away for five days with their great aunt, the boys aren’t here.

They aren’t in their beds, whispering to each other from seven feet apart as we insist they hush up and go to sleep.

They aren’t asking for one more drink of water, one more story, one more joke.

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Oh yes she diiiiid.

As we were driving home last night from my nine year old’s birthday dinner in a bar…

(And to be perfectly clear, my son hadn’t actually set foot in a bar until Saturday night, when we gave our 20 year old nephew $100 as we ran out the door saying “Thanksforsittingtaketheboystoamovieanddinnerkthxbai!” All we heard about the next day was why Bobby V’s was the best restaurant my boys had ever been to, and asking have you ever been there Mom? Really? When? Do you know where to park?)

…my father and I were discussing music. He asked me if I could find a Paul Simon CD for him.

Sure, Dad, no problem.

“OK, and I think I have some stuff you’d like. I’ve got the new Andrea Bocelli, and I have all that Bon Jovi I bought for your mother.”
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It’s his first real bike.

Other than his mother’s face smothering him with kisses, it was the first thing he saw when he woke up this morning, his ninth birthday. He was up in an instant, putting on his clothes and running for his helmet.

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“Take it easy,” he tells me as I leave. “I can tell you should.”

I’m sure our second date is what nurtured his overprotective nature and helped it blossom. After an Indian Summer day on the beach, playing hooky from work, I started to come down with a fever. He carefully followed me back to my apartment an hour away, where I promptly started hallucinating from the fever.

Anyway.

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I’ve missed blogging lately.

But the thing is, I haven’t had much to say. Except for everything. And nothing.

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