Last Wednesday started with some difficulty.
I decided to boldly look to see if there was any cat out there that needed me. I immediately found this:
Today we welcomed a new member to our family.
The problem with having a puppy in the house is this:
Damaged remote and the culprit, looking innocent as always.
I started seeing warnings on Sunday about this storm that was supposed to develop Monday night and get awful on Tuesday. We knew something was coming, but the forecasts seemed to be whipping between doom-and-gloom and a whole lot of meh. I wasn’t sure if I should take the coming storm seriously until what had been a winter weather advisory became a winter storm warning.
It was coming on a Tuesday. I could work from home. Yeah, I’ll just plan to work from home. Comet won’t mind.
The snow didn’t really start until I was already abed, leading me to think I would awake to nothing of consequence. This is what we got:
The driveway and picnic heap, er… table.
The post below came across the Facebook feed this afternoon and made me cry a bit.
To me, the speaking cat be my recently-laid-to-rest Charlie, and the new cat be our puppy Comet. Yeah, I know, Comet is a dog. It was, however, suggested to me that during the two months that both Charlie and Comet shared our house, Charlie shared all his secrets with Comet. When all the secrets were shared, and Charlie was confident that Comet could handle everything, Charlie let himself rest. Continue reading
There comes a time in a puppy’s life when the vet suddenly becomes very ‘unfun.’ Our little Comet had that visit on Friday. Friday was not a great day for him, but Saturday he began to perk up. Then he began to plot his revenge.
Pretzel Dog and the Cone of Shame, plotting…
He wasn’t sure how revenge was going to work out, so he enjoyed the pampering in the meantime.
“Can we watch Lassie?”
It’s hard to believe how quickly Comet has grown. He’s only about four and a half months old, but he’s already getting close to full grown. He’s certainly proportioned more like an adult dog than like a puppy any more.
The other day I was looking at him and it occurred to me: He actually looks a lot like a coyote. And he’s about the right size too. If a person wasn’t paying attention, they could easily mistake this pup for what is viewed as a dangerous pest.
Looking quite coyote-y
This wouldn’t trouble me too much, except that we live rurally, in an area that has lots of coyotes. And everyone has a gun. Continue reading
Comet is now four months old!
Then: 3 weeks old.
Now: 4 months old.
Watching the transition has been amazing. Continue reading
This winter thus far has been a series of small snow storms (3 inches, max), followed by bursts of warmth that melt the snow off.
Today was a nice and sunny-ish day. This means, of course, that we’re about to get hit with a big storm. Continue reading
Today has been among the hardest of my life.
Charlie moved in with me in January of 2001. He was about 2 years old. Fifteen years later – today – I had to lay him to rest.
2001- Charlie makes himself right at home.
Scanning for birds