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Ch-ch-ch-changes…

May 30, 2012 in Observations

I don’t like to always start off a new post with an apologize for being out of the dogosphere for longtimes, but Jeepies, this one’s been an age coming. Since that last time I barked at you my humans have started spending a lot more time in the upstatey place, because they got a little cabinet to fix up. No power-except from a scarey, noisy, machine that Dad calls Ellen DeGenerator (?), no nice water in and no smelly water out. My humans have to do their business in the outside, just like me! Still, it’s great for me. I have oodles of space to run around, and lots of nice smelly stuff to roll in and dig up. I get pretty exhausticated after a day of country activities, and sleep like a dog (duh) all night long, except for when I hear a mouse or something. I love catching mouses.

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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.