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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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Okay, already… I’m back (sort of). Stop barking!

May 12, 2011 in Food, Friends, Travel

Geepees! When I started this blogging stuff, it seemed like a good idea, but now my dad is angered with me because I don’t do it enough and some of the other humans are giving him a hard time. Well, that’s what he told me before he and my human mom abandonized me with Mona and ran off to Mexico to put some honey on the moon (humans are frickly strange)! Just in case you were wondering as to my whereabouts, because you hadn’t seen me in the run, I’m on the big island that you take the huge orange (hey, I don’t see color, do I? Dad told me it was orange, OK?) water car to, and then grampa picks you up in a normal car and takes you to Mona’s house, where Mona goes completely nutzo on you.

After a lot of time units with no parental supervisation, I’m getting pretty good at having my way around the house. The grandparents are pretty easy on me sometimes set out these crazy meals, and sometimes they, umm, drop some food on the floor. Normally, though, they feed me lots of chicken with the rest of my food. And parsley, which is supposed to make my breath smell good – to humans, duh! – but which is just a bit annoying because it deflavorizes the chicken a bit. Anywhich, I’m used to it now, and it’s kind of a choired taste or something like that. My dad choired a taste for gin, which I could never, ever, ever like. At least I don’t think I could.

Oh yeah… here’s Mona and me chewing on the same toy… she might be crazy, but she’s cute, nest paw?