Thursday, June 28, 2012
A Cat Named Dog: RIP, Scully
A Cat Named Dog: RIP, Scully: I euthanized my 14-year old Weimaraner yesterday. Then went over to a friend's house with the young whippersnapper (10 year old) Duncan an...
RIP, Scully
I euthanized my 14-year old Weimaraner yesterday. Then went over to a
friend's house with the young whippersnapper (10 year old) Duncan and we
held a wake for her, with my S.O. joining us after work.
It was a hard decision I spent 5 days agonizing over. And spent all those days saying goodbye -- taking her to the neighbors field to hunt through the grass for voles and moles, letting her eat the homemade, high protein food I finally made (when I ran out of the dry food over the weekend) for her and Duncan's enjoyment, crying whenever I saw her weeble-wooble down the front porch stairs with increasing frequency as the inoperable fibrosarcoma tumor grew and displaced her organs.
I'll tell y'all the story of how I acquired my grey-ghost, back in 1998, when I lived in Salem, Oregon. I lived with a guy for a little over two years too long. I knew as soon as I moved in with him it was a mistake but it never seemed to be a good time in his life to bring it up, as he was sorta a drama queen.
I knew the relationship was over when I started fantasizing of trading in the boyfriend for a dog, because of the unconditional love a dog would give me. And I knew, going into a relationship with a dog, that I would be paying all his or her bills from the get go and wouldn't be disappointed when he or she didn't come up with their half of the monthly bills.
So at work, I saw a picture of a small grey puppy for sale, a puppy with these huge ears flopping down to her shoulders and fell instantly in love. I bought the dog and then spent a month trying to find a place to live which would let me move in with a soon to be 60 pound pooch.
I never regretted that decision, despite her terrible twos and the shoes, CDs and blankets I lost to a mouthy dog, which was much easier to deal with than a secretive boyfriend who didn't pay his share of the bills.
I'll miss you, Lumpy.
It was a hard decision I spent 5 days agonizing over. And spent all those days saying goodbye -- taking her to the neighbors field to hunt through the grass for voles and moles, letting her eat the homemade, high protein food I finally made (when I ran out of the dry food over the weekend) for her and Duncan's enjoyment, crying whenever I saw her weeble-wooble down the front porch stairs with increasing frequency as the inoperable fibrosarcoma tumor grew and displaced her organs.
I'll tell y'all the story of how I acquired my grey-ghost, back in 1998, when I lived in Salem, Oregon. I lived with a guy for a little over two years too long. I knew as soon as I moved in with him it was a mistake but it never seemed to be a good time in his life to bring it up, as he was sorta a drama queen.
I knew the relationship was over when I started fantasizing of trading in the boyfriend for a dog, because of the unconditional love a dog would give me. And I knew, going into a relationship with a dog, that I would be paying all his or her bills from the get go and wouldn't be disappointed when he or she didn't come up with their half of the monthly bills.
So at work, I saw a picture of a small grey puppy for sale, a puppy with these huge ears flopping down to her shoulders and fell instantly in love. I bought the dog and then spent a month trying to find a place to live which would let me move in with a soon to be 60 pound pooch.
I never regretted that decision, despite her terrible twos and the shoes, CDs and blankets I lost to a mouthy dog, which was much easier to deal with than a secretive boyfriend who didn't pay his share of the bills.
I'll miss you, Lumpy.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Hmm, I seem to be neglecting myself
It's been a busy three or so weeks. Sorry for the silence on my end. I'm not sure why I keep ignoring my blog. It's not made itself into a bi-or tri-weekly habit yet, I guess.
And I've been juggling a lot of things, primarily traveling this last month: Balticon46 over Memorial Day weekend (more on that to come, I promise!). Then I drove to a karate/grappling seminar in my old dojo in Greensboro, NC (more on that, too!) with an extension to my Mom's house for a quick and dirty, but uneventful, girl's weekend with my sister's and my Mom (also a four day trip -- Thur through Sun). Then my older sister & B-I-L came up the next Thurs so we could go see the Hokusai print exhibit before it left the Sackler Gallery in D.C.. And this weekend, the S.O. and I are in Williamsburg at the annual Virginia Dental Meeting. Four weekends of travel, strange beds &/or guests (sorry Lisa & John, but y'all are strange :)
The Hokusai exhibit is almost indescribable. These are woodcut prints are from the1830s and are frelling beautiful. Especially the ones printed all in blue ink. If it comes to a gallery anywhere near your city, do not hesitate to go, & go more than once if you can. It's definitely worth the price of admission.
The Japanese Mezzotints exhibit is worth a peek, too, especially the lone copper plate showing the etching. It's warm copper tone blew the black and with print away, in my humble opinion. And my sister made sure I saw it. She knows what I tend to be drawn to, as she's seen enough of my photography and stolen, er, appropriated enough of her art/sculpture over the years. (I still want my turn with the Jhierry totems. Where the heck are they, BTW?)
More later, when I'm not getting ready for a dental CEU which prolly won't carry over to my massage therapy credits, not that I need anything but an ethics class to renew this year. August will surprise the heck out of me, so I'd better get to reading that ethics book I borrowed from Kristen.
And I've been juggling a lot of things, primarily traveling this last month: Balticon46 over Memorial Day weekend (more on that to come, I promise!). Then I drove to a karate/grappling seminar in my old dojo in Greensboro, NC (more on that, too!) with an extension to my Mom's house for a quick and dirty, but uneventful, girl's weekend with my sister's and my Mom (also a four day trip -- Thur through Sun). Then my older sister & B-I-L came up the next Thurs so we could go see the Hokusai print exhibit before it left the Sackler Gallery in D.C.. And this weekend, the S.O. and I are in Williamsburg at the annual Virginia Dental Meeting. Four weekends of travel, strange beds &/or guests (sorry Lisa & John, but y'all are strange :)
The Hokusai exhibit is almost indescribable. These are woodcut prints are from the1830s and are frelling beautiful. Especially the ones printed all in blue ink. If it comes to a gallery anywhere near your city, do not hesitate to go, & go more than once if you can. It's definitely worth the price of admission.
The Japanese Mezzotints exhibit is worth a peek, too, especially the lone copper plate showing the etching. It's warm copper tone blew the black and with print away, in my humble opinion. And my sister made sure I saw it. She knows what I tend to be drawn to, as she's seen enough of my photography and stolen, er, appropriated enough of her art/sculpture over the years. (I still want my turn with the Jhierry totems. Where the heck are they, BTW?)
More later, when I'm not getting ready for a dental CEU which prolly won't carry over to my massage therapy credits, not that I need anything but an ethics class to renew this year. August will surprise the heck out of me, so I'd better get to reading that ethics book I borrowed from Kristen.
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