Wordless Wednesday: None Shall Pass
Animals
Hershey’s Earthworks
Hey Dogs!
Have a hole that needs to be dug in your yard? Don’t care where it’s located, or how big it is? Continue reading “Hershey’s Earthworks”
Caturday: Art
Shortly after Flick died I contacted an artist to have him preserved as a work of art. Leah Davies does pet portraits in a number of mediums and after some discussion with her and some consideration I commissioned her to do a pencil drawing of my too quickly departed cat.
I liked the look of her drawings and to me it felt right. It would be like a fading memory, still with me but softened. The picture I chose for her to work from was one I’d shared after Flick died, of him helpfully sitting in the empty water dish.
Wordless Wednesday: “Miss, any idea how fast you were going?”
Let Me Explain
So I was crying because of Carl Sagan. Or spots. Or both. But most likely because of spots.
Let me explain.
Graham’s Story: The Puppinating
Hershey was never a puppy. She sprang fully formed from Zeus’ head after he suffered a nine month migraine….No, wait, that was Athena. Anyway, Hershey came into my life at six months, so aside from gaining 20 lbs. and a good deal of confidence she didn’t really change that much. I never had house train her, or teacher her to pull walk on a leash; she was a great, some assembly required starter dog.
Graham on the other hand…
Wordless Wednesday: I Just Swept Two Days Ago!!
Caturday: Escaperon
Perch has had many years to perfect the art of door dashing. He’s gotten locked in the bathroom on numerous occasions, and gets out the front and back doors at least a couple of time a year. These escapes are usually short lived as he is nabbed and returned to the house in short order. The key word in that last sentence was “usually.”
A few weeks ago my mom was over, Continue reading “Caturday: Escaperon”
Wordless Wednesday: Messages
Cancer/Tripawd Advice
Recently I was messaging with a friend of a friend whose cat is due to have a back leg amputated because of a tumor. She was worried about how he would do afterwards. I think I reassured her that they get along fine once they’re recovered; for example I found Morph (still full of stitches) at the top of my 8 foot cat tree about two days after he came home!
But my experience is only one example of what can happen, and I’m sure other people have learned things about three leggers and cancer survivors that I haven’t. So I’d like to ask any readers who’d like to to chime in with anything you’d care to share about your experiences which I will pass along.
Every comment will get a reply with a new picture of Morph being his obnoxious, three-legged self!
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