Umpteen Down, One to Go!

Lily is very excited to announce that after this morning’s visit to the doctor, she only has ONE more chemo treatment left!

Also, who looks amazing in her new bow and bandanna- YOU DO LILY!

Tuesday Morning Open Thread: Too Much Noise!

Speaking of ugly noises…

Then there’s this, FWIW:

Sunday Night Open Thread: Sweetest Couple On The Block


I was going to wait until I had video before posting about these two, but who knows when that will be. When I go out into the yard, it disrupts the dynamic.

Penelope Pearl has a crush on Bixby (more photos here) and I melt watching her follow him around.

I mentioned in a previous thread that her hormones have hit hard. She comes to me for skritches when it gets to be too much. Which is adorable.  But her main focus has been Bixby and he’s all cool with it. I just worry about him stepping on her accidentally.

I’ll keep trying for video, because she calls after him as she goes.

Open thread


Pets Open Thread

Just getting some work done for my family tonight:

picture of tombstone

This is my godson’s dog, Tulip, who returned from obedience school and appears to not have been properly inflated:

This is my sister Devon with her current foster pup, Milton, who is approximately 62% ears:

picture of dog

He’s very sweet, and his coat is like Boghan’s (my brothers wire haired pointing griffon), but softer and jet black. He is available for adoption if any of you are interested.

I think I speak for everyone when I say we could use some more pictures of Pearl.

Sunday Afternoon Open Thread

Here’s Badger seated at the kitchen island counter. He just hops up on a bar stool and watches me cook.

I had some misgivings about this behavior at first, but since he’s been well-behaved and never attempts to put his paws on the counter, I guess it’s okay.

A Badger-related story: I was having lunch at a local diner yesterday. The restaurant occupies a long, narrow space, and we were seated near the back. The place was mostly empty, but there was an elderly gent seated near the front. I was wearing a t-shirt that said “Boston” with a logo like this on it:

After the elderly gent paid his check, he made his way toward us rather than the door. It took a while because he was using a cane and walked slowly. I had plenty of time to hope he wasn’t coming back there to ask us if we’d accepted Jesus Christ as our personal savior.

Finally, he arrived at our table and said to me, “So, are you really from Boston, or did you just go to Boston University?”

I replied, “Neither. I have a Boston terrier.”

He said, “Oh, well I didn’t expect THAT” and walked away. I was vaguely sorry to have disappointed him.


At the risk of turning this blog into an AOC fanzine:


Open thread!