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His name is Poe. As you can tell from his white patch, he is soft and squishy inside. Like a Twinkie.
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?
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.
january 23, 1996 – october 23, 2009
Healthy, happy children.
The means to care for an ailing dog.
A job. With benefits. Interesting work.
A wam cat next to me, hunkering close and losing his shit (like the rest of the pack) because their canine leader is hospitalized.
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.
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
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.