Friday, February 17, 2012

Inheritence

Someone, it might have been Improbable Joe, commented, not unkindly, that my blog has become kind of a downer. On the one hand I couldn't agree more. Good lord all the death and destruction this year! On the other hand, to blatantly steal from Buffy, "death is my gift." So I guess the blog will stop being a downer when life fucking bucks up again.


I am mortified to admit that I do not have a photo of Whitey, the small, white poodle. He is the elder statesman of the pack of little dog thugs that Eddie and I often walk with in the early mornings. Or rather, he was. He was the boon companion of my friend, Blanca's, mother. When she passed a few years ago he spent a month mourning that loss and warming up to Blanca. A couple of weeks ago he succumbed to a number of health challenges and I found out yesterday when she returned to the park with her other two dogs, pictured here (Snuggles above and Rusty below).

So many treats for all the pets, please. You know what, for yourself, too, because this is a huge downer.


Godspeed, Whiteson. I hope you're reunited with your grown up now and she's showering you with all your favorite delicacies. It won't be the same out there without you.

6 comments:

  1. you know what??? yes! when shit starts being good again...so will our words. So Say We All

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  2. you write truth, and when it sucks it sucks. arrrrrrgh to it all though!

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  3. I'm with Misti. So say we all.

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  4. hey, that one on the bottom looks like a shiba! Is it?

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  5. Oh hee, no, he's not. He's a shaved down pom. He's only maybe 10lbs, he's a fighter and a biter but a sweetie at heart. He was actually also Blanca's mom's dog but he always loved Blanca best. Still does.

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  6. Snuggles and Rusty are pretty dang adorable.

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