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How many summers?

September 20, 2011 in Uncategorized

So… summer went by super quickishly! Dad says that that’s how life goes, but between you and me, I think that that’s a bit high-residue (rich) coming from a human. You try having an average life-span of 16 years (or less even, if you’re quite bigly). To quote Tom Waits (loosely) from the movie, Rumblefish, “Time is a funny thing. Time is a very peculiar item. You see when you’re young, you’re a puppy, you got time, you got nothing but time. Throw away a couple of years, a couple of years there… it doesn’t matter. You know. The older you get you say, ‘Geepees, how much I got? I got thirteen summers left.’ Think about it. Thirteen summers.” Luckily for me, I’m a dog, and apparently can’t reason… phew.

OK…time out.

If you could all please take a little time unit to remember our dear friend Nate… this summer turned out to be his last. He was a wonderful friend (true, I did steal a few bowls full of kibble from him, and I loved annoying him by jumping up and nipping at his fragrant jowls, but…) and our world is sadly vacant when we visit his old places. I hope you’re chasing your orange buoy in a perfect ocean, my silky-coated friend!

You know, I had planned to fill you all in on a bunch of stuffing that happened in my summertime, but now that I got to thinking about Nate, my barkings all seem a bit trivicle. If it’s all right with you, human dad (a.k.a. Fleamanuensis) and I would like to spend a little time remembering Nate, before getting back to being a cheeky Jackie, and all which that entails.

We miss you, Nathan. Rest in peace.

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So much winter… so little blogging!

February 22, 2011 in Uncategorized

My dad has been so fricky busy that he hasn’t had time to put my bloggy barks into the world wide internet for computers. I’m not happy about this, but this morning I convinced him to at least put up a bunch of pictures from the iPhone that he carries around in his pocket on the other side from where he keeps my yummish treaties.  Lots of winter fun, and sometimes not so much fun. OK… he says that’s enough barking. Bo-ring…