I’m not sure which is the greater virtue of the two, so I have requested the guidance of @RichardGarriott on Twitter. I’ll let you know what he says, if anything.
P.S. If playing with the dog is the wrong choice, I’m pretty sure I got a black bead here.… Read more
You have no idea how much a nice warm day – and by “warm” I mean “65 degrees with a pretty good wind so we’re probably talking about 62 tops” – is welcome after several weeks of near-constant snow and ice. Since the beginning of the year one could be excused for thinking we’ve gone through more icing than a cake shop. Anyway, the cumulative effect of a relatively nice warm day was… happy faces.
Okay, not really 3-D. It was snowing again today for quite a while, somewhat putting an end to the question “Is it getting warm enough to melt this stuff off?” The answer is simply “No… no, it is not.”
Last Sunday night, Xena and Gabby went off on another one of their infamous adventures. You know, the kind that cause me to lose sleep and what little hair I have left. They didn’t show up when I poured food in their food bowls Sunday night; only Gabby had come home by Monday night. Her behavior was very unusual – she was very depressed and wasn’t eating. That’s when the sinking feeling set in that something was terribly wrong. I’ve attempted to get Gabby to lead me to where she last saw Xena, but she either can’t go or just doesn’t know where she is.
It’s been five days now since we’ve seen her. The weather has been getting progressively worse – colder and rainier with a decent chance for sleet tonight – and there’s no sign of her. I think my old dog is gone. … Read more
So me and the boy got home. Gabby the dog decided to hop in the car the moment the door opened to start dispensing dog kisses. AND THEN REALITY BEGAN TO COLLAPSE AROUND US AND THE LAWS OF NATURE NO LONGER APPLIED.
Actually, what you’re seeing here is dog in motion + kid’s hand in motion + kid and dog jostling me from different directions. Reality is intact, my dog is not made of wavy gravy and my kid’s hands don’t look like the hands of the aliens in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. (Bummer, right?)… Read more
Today was the day everyone on Earth was supposed to wave at the planet Saturn, low on the eastern horizon in the afternoon. Way out there at Saturn, the Cassini space probe is looking back this way as Saturn eclipses the sun, and the pictures it takes during this event – while Saturn is blocking out the direct light of the sun from Cassini’s vantage point – should show Earth as a tiny bright-blue half-pixel reflecting the sun’s light.
Since it was clouded over and trying to rain on us, we made our own Saturn out of a styrofoam ball, with paper clips holding up a somewhat floppy construction-paper ring. Obviously, Douglas Trumbull isn’t quaking in his boots. … Read more
Look who the cats dragged in.
None the worse for wear, though they seemed exhausted and dehydrated and very muddy. No idea where the hell they’ve been for two days.… Read more
As flip as the title sounds, it’s no laughing matter – both of the dogs have been missing for over 36 hours. The last time I saw them was before taking their late meal out to them on Saturday night; they evidently showed up at some point after that to eat, because their bowls were empty by morning, but I have no idea when that was – or where they went after that.
We’ve driven around, I’ve walked the property (and got eaten alive and followed around by a friendly brown horse while I was out there), I’ve walked up and down the street looking for any sign of them – even any sign that maybe they were both hit by the same vehicle or something like that. All trace of them has simply vanished. Their food from Sunday morning is still in their dog food bowls, untouched.
I can think of a lot of scenarios that would keep both of them from coming home. Very few of those scenarios end well for them. I’m worried sick to the point that I’ve unintentionally skipped meals (while cooking for everyone else in the house, no less – that’s quite a trick).
Come home soon, megamutts… we need to talk about curfew.… Read more
Ladies and gentlemen… my vicious guard dogs.
They ran inside as fast as they could at the first sign of rain. Presumably, this hasty retreat wore them out, because there they’ve stayed ever since.… Read more
It has come to my attention that there are a few folks finding it hard to believe that we have a house loaded with cats and Rottweiler mixes without any major diplomatic incidents. Here’s the proof:
Now, of course the cats are plotting the downfall of the dogs… and the dogs are just laying low hoping that their downfall doesn’t come. Then everyone just basically falls asleep on the big blanket.… Read more
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