There is absolutely nothing in it for you except tidings of comfort and joy. And lots of squeeage. I was thinking about doing the Twelve Days of Christmas leading up to the holiday, because as anyone who knows me will confirm I really just adore the holiday season. But a series of twelve with just Brody wouldn't be near as much fun as incorporating anyone else who was game! You would get one of the twelve days as an assignment, to interpret photographically in whatever manner you see fit. ... Read more »
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Good to know
Those ornaments we were hanging on the lobby Christmas tree were glass. I really did think they were plastic. I am so very grateful to Brody for smashing one on the ground and sampling its shardy goodness on behalf of dogs everywhere, so we knew in advance before unleashing them on the general public. Way to take one for the team there Brode. I'm even more grateful to the tech who heard the ornament shatter and tackled him, sticking her hand down his throat to sweep out any offending bits ... Read more »
It’s done.
Brody is a eunuch. I had intended to wait it out until a year, but there were several reasons to do it now. One of the main ones being, I have a doggie daycare very close to work but they have to be neutered in order to go- and he NEEDS the stimulation! Plus the kids were asking too many questions about what he was doing with his dog bed the other night. I had intended to ask my boss to do the neuter, because I couldn't imagine the idea of something going awry and me being too distraught ... Read more »
You’re a bad one, Mr. Brode
You're a stinker, Mr. Brode. You really have some gall! You won't stop jumping on me And chasing kitty down the hall Mr. Broooooooo-ode I was going to wait until you were a year but I think I have no choice To go ahead and remove your balls! You're a rotter, Mr. Brode. You're the king of eating junk! Your belly's full of earplugs and your ears are full of gunk Mr. Broo-ode! The three words that best describe you are as follows and I quote: STINK, STANK, STUNK!!* *In a fit of pique ... Read more »
The 2009 Holiday Gift guide is here!
It took me the better part of two weeks to sort through everything, look though all the suggestions, and run a few items by Brody, but I finally came up with what I think is a fun selection of my favorite cat and dog items for 2009! (The Flash gallery is a new addition here, so be sure to click the little "i" in the corner in order to see the accompanying text.) [flagallery gid=2 name="Gallery"] There were so many great items out there that I couldn't fit them all into the gallery, so I'm ... Read more »
Preparing for the blow
As I'm assembling items for the holiday gift guide, it occurred to me that I am going to have to get a Christmas stocking for Brody. I always have stockings for my pets- and with 4 pets plus 4 people, we pretty much took up the entire mantel. On the heels of yesterday's post, it kind of sucker punched me yet again to think of what is going to happen when I open the box with all my pet stockings and stocking holders. Of the 4, I will have to pull three out. Three that I have lovingly hung and ... Read more »
Grace
I am, quite obviously, thankful I have Brody in my life. He is a joy and a delight and he makes me laugh every day, even when I'm cleaning up a mess or saying "Down Brody, Down Brody, DOWN Brody" x 1,000,000. I adore him. That being said, it's hard to say unequivocally that I can't imagine life without him- because the only reason I have Brody to love and spoil is because I lost the best dog I've ever known. It's very easy to imagine life without him, where lymphoma did not weasel its way ... Read more »
We’re ready- are you?
Brody heard me talking about "Thanksgiving GI upsets" in one breath and "early starts" in another, so he decided to go ahead a day early and greet me with a wee bit of explosive diarrhea of indeterminate origin this morning. And this without a single bite of turkey skin or cheese. Keep the bird up high, y'all. And have a great day! ... Read more »
Prepare for battle
In Valhalla, Kevin slumbers, fingers twitching intermittently to steal a tiny soul but as a whole, laying quiescent. The shortening days and the chill in the air tickles his nose, ending his long hibernation. He awakens. And he is hungry, the rotten jerk. I used to love the holidays, until I became a vet. I still love the holidays, but I hate working during them. Work is the opposite of merry and gay. Work is destruction and sadness, year after year and I can't explain why, bizarre in its ... Read more »
Thanksgiving treats
I'm kind of ready for Thanksgiving. I mean, sort of but not really, not the way I should be with the holiday just a couple nights away. I haven't even solidified the menu yet. I spent the weekend flipping though a library copy of the French Laundry cookbook looking for ideas for something a little extra special, but the idea of spending 4 hours on a crudite and having truffles fed-ex'd from Italy had me a little flummoxed, so I'm trolling the web for something somewhere between "instant ... Read more »
