The Dog Days of Summer

Ya know, dad, it's too hot for me to walk....


I know! You pull me!

Ah, Spring

When a young dog's thoughts turn to getting pulled through the grass on her back....

Why Is Everything Wet?

Doesn't rain much in Texas under normal conditions, and this past year has drier than usual. So Buffy still doesn't "get" rain. Our walk this morning went something like:

This is interesting

*shake*

This is still interesting

*shake*

Why am I so wet?

*shake*

Not sure I like this anymore

*shake*

*shake*

Can we *shake* go back *shake* now?

LET'S GO! LET'S GO! LET'S GO!

*shake*

*shake*

*shake*

*shake*

*shake*

*shake*

Buffy Pictures

Buffy, with the protagonist. Wow, the hair on top of my head is getting thin...

Kids and puppies. Is anything cuter?

The most comfortable place in the world is On Top of Dad's Clothes.

Some Dogs Like To Go For A Walk

Mine prefers to go for a drag...

Coolest Damn Game EVAH!

Also known as mopping the floor, for those of us who are not six month old puppies.

She Pwned Teh Face

I stayed up a couple hours later then normal last nice, 'cause Bell offered to run orctacles through RFK so he could finish a quest, and that was when she was available. <3 Bell. Figured I'd just stay in bed a little later this morning to make up for it. Unfortunately, I forgot to explain this to the dog.

5 am the Buffy torpedo slams into my face with maximum licking action. YOU MUST BE BATHED! she announced, and proceeded to lick my cheeks, nose, eyebrows, mouth-- BLURGH!

So I got up, took her for a walk, and then did some dailies.

Doing All Right

Couple of folks have checked in, just to see how I'm doing these days, and it's much appreciated. Fortunately, the answer is I'm doing a lot better than I thought I would. For so long, I think fear has been what's kept me with Brett. Fear of being alone. Fear of traumatizing Taylor. Fear of the unknown. But now that I've moved out on my own, it turns to be okay. The many friends I've made through Need More Rage this past year have really helped a lot - it's easier to not feel alone when you know you have people you can talk to. And Taylor appears to be adjusting okay, at least so far. I'm sure there'll be times when it hits her hard, but I now think we'll be able to handle those when they happen.

One of the things I did to make it easier for me to take this leap was to tell myself (and Brett) that there was a good chance it wouldn't be permanent. That I would still be looking for ways to bring us back together, once the raw nerves and tensions had had some time to recover. But now, roughly two weeks after moving out, I really can't imagine ever going back. I was so unhappy in that environment, and now, while I won't go so far as to say I'm happy, I'm certainly less unhappy than I've been in years.

And Buffy the puppy? She's doing fine too - surgery on her knee went well, and now instead of a splint immobilizing her leg, she just has a pin inside it. The challenging part is that we need to keep her from running or jumping for the next four weeks. That ain't gonna be easy - she likes her funs.