My dog and I recently celebrated our eighth adopt-a-versary. Since I also treat that day as her birthday, and the vet estimated that she was about two years old when I got her, that means that last month was her tenth birthday. She has been recovering from knee surgery since early June, so it was a very low-key celebration. I do plan on doing a bit more to celebrate when she’s off restricted duty.Since she has been confined to a crate for more than a month, and since we have had numerous people coming and going through our house for various reasons (e.g. the squirrel urine problem that I still don’t want to talk about here), I have noticed something that has always happened, but that happens much more frequently under the present circumstances. To paraphrase a typical exchange with a visitor, in dramatic form: Continue reading
In all the excitement of the past week or two, with my dog’s knee surgery, the removal of multiple squirrel nests—and the associated squirrel urine stench—from our attic (more on that in a later post, perhaps), and this weekend’s 48-Hour Film Project, I nearly forgot that today is a pretty important milestone.
Since I have no idea exactly how old she is, or when her actual birthday is, we treat June 14 as her birthday. The vet estimated that she was about two years old at her first exam back in 2007, so we’re treating today as her tenth birthday.
Or we would be treating today as her tenth birthday if we hadn’t all gotten so distracted by everything else going on. Zeta’s pretty oblivious to everything, anyway, given that she’s only one week into her surgery recover. Here she is earlier today: Continue reading
Do it right now.
Go! I’ll wait.
Dogs miss us when we leave the house. They miss us a lot.
She wants to share the toy with May, but I guess she just lacks the muscle memory to let go of it once she’s got it.
This was taken on June 15, 2007, the day after I brought Zeta home for the very first time. Note the crummy apartment with a foot locker for a coffee table, as well as my early attempt to buy her love with a Kong.
I think she was still trying to decide if she liked me or not. She figured it out eventually.
She’s a 3 year-old Australian Cattle Dog/Labrador mix, courtesy of Town Lake Animal Center.