Our dog is sick. We don’t even know what that means just yet, but we know she’s far from the spry days of her youth.
It might be cancer. It might just be old age. Fifteen years is a hell of a run for any dog. Look May right in the face, though, and you’ll see that she’s not done yet. Not by a long shot. Continue reading →
I haven’t been posting much of late. Rather than offer my various excuses (busy, inadequate allocation of time, who I am as a person, etc.), I instead offer this video of a dachshund on vacation on a beach in Greece:
– No points for good intentions: You have to admire the man’s sense of responsibility, although its belated nature does make it hard to be too sympathetic with his plight. I am referring, of course, to the man in Abbotsford, British Columbia who jumped into the back of what he thought was a taxi after concluding that he was too drunk to drive himself home (h/t Sean Robichaud).
There were two problems with this plan: (1) he came to the realization that he was too drunk to drive while he was driving; and (2) it was a police cruiser, not a cab.
– To be fair, plush-animal technology has made huge advances in recent years: A 911 caller reported a live tiger on the loose, which turned out to be an extremely lifelike stuffed tiger. Not “stuffed” in a taxidermy sense, but “stuffed” in a normally-snuggly/cuddly sense.
“Oh, sorry, is this your couch? I just needed to rest for a—hey, is that a stuffed antelope? Yum!”