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poe.
Monday, March 22nd, 2010
His name is Poe. As you can tell from his white patch, he is soft and squishy inside. Like a Twinkie.
all you need is love.
Saturday, February 13th, 2010
He’s not ours.
He will be going back to his person (who’s currently hospitalized) in about 3 more weeks.
Which one of you wants to tell Talullah?
cold feet
Saturday, January 2nd, 2010
I’m experimenting with cool fx for the iPhone. It’s a fun, useful app for 99 cents.
Also? If we don’t score another dog for the ‘doodle soon, we’re going to spend the entire winter of ’10 freezing our toes off at the dog park.
farewell, old friend
Saturday, October 24th, 2009
january 23, 1996 – october 23, 2009
grace
Sunday, October 4th, 2009
Healthy children.
Healthy, happy children.
The means to care for an ailing dog.
A job. With benefits. Interesting work.
A computer.
A wam cat next to me, hunkering close and losing his shit (like the rest of the pack) because their canine leader is hospitalized.
New underwear!
A sport I love. An obsession (weight lifting) that’s actually healthy.
Swimming. At all. Regardless of speed.
Perspective. Hard earned.
A stolen 3 day weekend on the beach.
Love. Deeper now than I ever thought it could be when I met him 17 years and 1 day ago.
Steak. Nom, nom.
gone fishin’
Tuesday, August 25th, 2009
The hurricane left angry seas in its wake, making today the first day we swam in the ocean. But it’s aallllllll goooood. Except for the broken sunroof. And the dog who was certain the skunk was an innocent little kitty who was dying to say HI!


republished with pictures that didn’t stick in the WordPress iPhone app
impressive, considering the lack of thumbs
Thursday, July 30th, 2009She 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.
oh no she di’int!
Saturday, July 18th, 2009Oh yes she diiiiid.

sweet moses on roller skates, talullah.
Monday, June 8th, 2009This.

This is what remorse looks like on a remaindered, ridiculous second-hand designer dog’s face after she’s destroyed her person’s last pair of JCrew wedge flip flops, just in time for summer.


