Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
I Was Dreaming When I Wrote This
Apparently the cats decided since they missed 1999, that 2009 would do just as well.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
What's Happening in Your Neck Of The Woods?
Happy 2009 to one and all! It's been a few years since I managed a holiday newsletter, so how about an update on how all the LadyPatsFans are doing?
DH has completely healed from his liver cancer surgery in December 2007, and is now 1 year cancer free. He sees his oncologist and surgeon here every 3 months, and a transplant doctor in OKC once a year for follow-up. Thus far, all is well. His company had 3 rounds of layoffs in 2008 as a result of the economic downturn, but so far DH's position has been spared. He still seems to enjoy his job, however, so hopefully the company will continue to survive into the new year, and start to thrive when the economy recovers.
I was not quite so fortunate, and was laid off twice in 2008. In September I landed a good position doing web and software development. The people here are very nice, the work is varied and interesting, and I'm really enjoying it. The commute downtown can be a bit hard on us with only one vehicle. However, the library is only 3 blocks away, so I have a good excuse to go out and walk at lunch a few times a week. Over the summer I started the Couch-To-5K running program with the kids. We did not finish, due to various factors derailing my motivation, but I hope to pick it back up myself in the next few weeks. If not soon, then definitely in Spring when it warms up. :)
Stringz is doing extremely well. As a 7th-grader, he is now in Middle School, and has different rooms and different teachers for each class, like a high school. He is taking Algebra for math as well as an honors Science class, and really loves the challenge. Stringz is in his second year playing Viola, and doing very well. He was so excited this fall when he auditioned and made the cut for Honors Orchestra. This is a special event that provided an opportunity for Stringz to rehearse and perform with a different conductor as well as musicians from his and 4 other school districts. He practiced the music on his own for a month prior to the event, then rehearsed with the group all day on Saturday, and performed in a concert that night. Stringz continues to enjoy playing chess, and tries to attend a weekly chess club meeting as often as Mommy and Daddy can get him there. He is currently First Class rank in Boy Scouts, and expects to finish his Star rank early this year. He still loves going on the campouts and attending Troop meetings. I can not believe he will turn 13 at the end of the month, making me the parent of a teenager!
Squeegy is enjoying school much more this year. He is in 6th grade, and is learning the trombone in band class. He is currently using the same trombone that I learned on, which originally belonged to Squeegy's Great Uncle A - aka GUA. While trombone was not originally his first choice, he is learning very quickly, and frequently earns Second or Third Chair after each week's test. He enjoyed his first band concert in December. Squeegy was offered the opportunity to take Chinese as a foreign language this year, and he absolutely jumped at the chance. He seemed to enjoy it and learned it well, and I hope that he will want to take it again in 7th grade. Squeegy has achieved the rank of Tenderfoot in Boy Scouts. He did not play a sport this year, a situation that he has advised me that he would like to correct next year.
Giggles is in 2nd grade this year. She is absolutely reading up a storm. She only wants to read chapter books, and frequently raids Stringz's bookshelf, as well as mine! Her teacher this year seems to be doing a better job of challenging her, and Giggles complains less about being bored than she has in previous years. Giggles is a second year Brownie this year, and was so excited to finally go on her first campout. The temperature outside dropped to 30 degrees or less, but luckily for us our troop was assigned the lodge, which meant heated sleeping areas. Giggles continues to enjoy scrapbooking and crafts, although she much prefers paper scrapbooking over the digital scrapbooking that I do. She has expressed interest in joining gymnastics for some time now, so DH and I are researching programs and hope to finally get her started in February.
Princess is nearly 4 years old - where does the time go?!?! DH and I are looking to get her into a Montessori preschool early this year. She is showing so much potential right now, and her current day care just isn't up to the task. Her speech is getting much clearer and easier to understand. We still have occasional communication issues, but mostly when her mind works more quickly and maturely than we realize. A few months ago, Princess learned that her name starts with S, and now anything with an S on it belongs to her - much to Squeegy's chagrin. Her favorite pasttime lately is coloring, and she has started drawing her own stick people - with arms and legs growing directly out of their head, of course. Princess also started writing her name without help recently, and it is completely recognizable too! She is stubborn and mule-headed (wonder where she got that from, huh?) but very sweet and loving, and even cuddly sometimes. She still plays a bit rough with the cats, forcing them to sit with her when they want to leave, but she is learning restraint and is much improved in this area.
Speaking of our furry family members, the pets have managed to stay mostly healthy this year. In February, we adopted what was posted as a Bernese Mountain Dog mix puppy, but is more likely a Miniature Australian Shepherd (Mini Aussie) mix puppy. So, instead of the laid back, 100lb fluff ball I was expecting, Wolfgang has turned out to be a cute, if spazzy, 35lb bundle of energy. 
Wolfie basically ignores the cats, which is a very good thing, and he turned 1 in December. Our German Shepherd, Daisy, is 3 years old now, and has started attacking the cats. We've got the situation temporarily managed with baby gates, but much training is in her future. 
The cats, Jesse, Wyatt, and Calamity, are 1 1/2 years old, and thanks to the falling temperatures they are even more cuddly than usual. Jesse tends to sleep on our bed. Calamity has adopted Giggles's bed as her own, much to Giggles's delight. 
Wyatt likes to cuddle with me on the couch, especially when I'm using my Patriots blanket (thanks Sis!).
That's what's happening in our neck of the woods. I hope that this holiday season finds you all well. Wishing each and every one of you and all your family health and happiness for 2009 and beyond.
The LadyPatsFans
DH, LPF, Stringz, Squeegy, Giggles, Princess
Daisy, Wolfgang, Jesse James, Wyatt Earp, Calamity Jane
DH has completely healed from his liver cancer surgery in December 2007, and is now 1 year cancer free. He sees his oncologist and surgeon here every 3 months, and a transplant doctor in OKC once a year for follow-up. Thus far, all is well. His company had 3 rounds of layoffs in 2008 as a result of the economic downturn, but so far DH's position has been spared. He still seems to enjoy his job, however, so hopefully the company will continue to survive into the new year, and start to thrive when the economy recovers.I was not quite so fortunate, and was laid off twice in 2008. In September I landed a good position doing web and software development. The people here are very nice, the work is varied and interesting, and I'm really enjoying it. The commute downtown can be a bit hard on us with only one vehicle. However, the library is only 3 blocks away, so I have a good excuse to go out and walk at lunch a few times a week. Over the summer I started the Couch-To-5K running program with the kids. We did not finish, due to various factors derailing my motivation, but I hope to pick it back up myself in the next few weeks. If not soon, then definitely in Spring when it warms up. :)Stringz is doing extremely well. As a 7th-grader, he is now in Middle School, and has different rooms and different teachers for each class, like a high school. He is taking Algebra for math as well as an honors Science class, and really loves the challenge. Stringz is in his second year playing Viola, and doing very well. He was so excited this fall when he auditioned and made the cut for Honors Orchestra. This is a special event that provided an opportunity for Stringz to rehearse and perform with a different conductor as well as musicians from his and 4 other school districts. He practiced the music on his own for a month prior to the event, then rehearsed with the group all day on Saturday, and performed in a concert that night. Stringz continues to enjoy playing chess, and tries to attend a weekly chess club meeting as often as Mommy and Daddy can get him there. He is currently First Class rank in Boy Scouts, and expects to finish his Star rank early this year. He still loves going on the campouts and attending Troop meetings. I can not believe he will turn 13 at the end of the month, making me the parent of a teenager!Squeegy is enjoying school much more this year. He is in 6th grade, and is learning the trombone in band class. He is currently using the same trombone that I learned on, which originally belonged to Squeegy's Great Uncle A - aka GUA. While trombone was not originally his first choice, he is learning very quickly, and frequently earns Second or Third Chair after each week's test. He enjoyed his first band concert in December. Squeegy was offered the opportunity to take Chinese as a foreign language this year, and he absolutely jumped at the chance. He seemed to enjoy it and learned it well, and I hope that he will want to take it again in 7th grade. Squeegy has achieved the rank of Tenderfoot in Boy Scouts. He did not play a sport this year, a situation that he has advised me that he would like to correct next year.Giggles is in 2nd grade this year. She is absolutely reading up a storm. She only wants to read chapter books, and frequently raids Stringz's bookshelf, as well as mine! Her teacher this year seems to be doing a better job of challenging her, and Giggles complains less about being bored than she has in previous years. Giggles is a second year Brownie this year, and was so excited to finally go on her first campout. The temperature outside dropped to 30 degrees or less, but luckily for us our troop was assigned the lodge, which meant heated sleeping areas. Giggles continues to enjoy scrapbooking and crafts, although she much prefers paper scrapbooking over the digital scrapbooking that I do. She has expressed interest in joining gymnastics for some time now, so DH and I are researching programs and hope to finally get her started in February.Princess is nearly 4 years old - where does the time go?!?! DH and I are looking to get her into a Montessori preschool early this year. She is showing so much potential right now, and her current day care just isn't up to the task. Her speech is getting much clearer and easier to understand. We still have occasional communication issues, but mostly when her mind works more quickly and maturely than we realize. A few months ago, Princess learned that her name starts with S, and now anything with an S on it belongs to her - much to Squeegy's chagrin. Her favorite pasttime lately is coloring, and she has started drawing her own stick people - with arms and legs growing directly out of their head, of course. Princess also started writing her name without help recently, and it is completely recognizable too! She is stubborn and mule-headed (wonder where she got that from, huh?) but very sweet and loving, and even cuddly sometimes. She still plays a bit rough with the cats, forcing them to sit with her when they want to leave, but she is learning restraint and is much improved in this area. Speaking of our furry family members, the pets have managed to stay mostly healthy this year. In February, we adopted what was posted as a Bernese Mountain Dog mix puppy, but is more likely a Miniature Australian Shepherd (Mini Aussie) mix puppy. So, instead of the laid back, 100lb fluff ball I was expecting, Wolfgang has turned out to be a cute, if spazzy, 35lb bundle of energy. Wolfie basically ignores the cats, which is a very good thing, and he turned 1 in December. Our German Shepherd, Daisy, is 3 years old now, and has started attacking the cats. We've got the situation temporarily managed with baby gates, but much training is in her future. The cats, Jesse, Wyatt, and Calamity, are 1 1/2 years old, and thanks to the falling temperatures they are even more cuddly than usual. Jesse tends to sleep on our bed. Calamity has adopted Giggles's bed as her own, much to Giggles's delight. Wyatt likes to cuddle with me on the couch, especially when I'm using my Patriots blanket (thanks Sis!).That's what's happening in our neck of the woods. I hope that this holiday season finds you all well. Wishing each and every one of you and all your family health and happiness for 2009 and beyond.
The LadyPatsFans
DH, LPF, Stringz, Squeegy, Giggles, Princess
Daisy, Wolfgang, Jesse James, Wyatt Earp, Calamity Jane
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I'm A Big Dog Now
Bad pet mommy. I'm a day late posting birthday greetings to my buddy Wolfgang. But since Wolfie is a rescue, and therefore his birthdate is a guess, am I really late after all? And if a tree falls in a forest with no one there to hear it, is Schrödinger's Cat really afraid of Virginia Woolf?
But I digress.
On Monday, Wolfie hit a milestone - One Year Old. Remember Wolfie? Cute little "Berner" puppy I adopted in February? The one that was going to turn into a lovely, big, lazy fuzzball? Well, Wolfie didn't get that memo. At one year old, he is a whopping 35 pounds of tornado destruction. Based on his size, shape, personality and energy level, I think he's more of a Mini Aussie. But, he's family, and he doesn't eat cats, so all's forgiven.
To celebrate his birthday, I decided to indulge in a little photo session. We started with the ultimate doggie torture - Peanut Butter!
After a rough start
Wolfie managed the Peanut Butter with a fair amount of dignity.
Daisy was not so lucky. She obliged me by providing some wonderful peanut butter faces.
I tried getting some comparison shots, but the dogs kept coming up to me instead of sitting nicely. So, I brought in my photo assistant. AKA Bob.
I really wanted some side-by-side shots to show off Wolfie's size compared to Daisy. But he didn't want to sit still. He tried.
And he tried.
But Captain Coordination got too excited and fell off the bench.
Happy First Birthday Wolfgang. Now that you are a big dog, maybe you'll stop chewing up all our power cords?
A girl can dream, can't she?
But I digress.
On Monday, Wolfie hit a milestone - One Year Old. Remember Wolfie? Cute little "Berner" puppy I adopted in February? The one that was going to turn into a lovely, big, lazy fuzzball? Well, Wolfie didn't get that memo. At one year old, he is a whopping 35 pounds of tornado destruction. Based on his size, shape, personality and energy level, I think he's more of a Mini Aussie. But, he's family, and he doesn't eat cats, so all's forgiven.
To celebrate his birthday, I decided to indulge in a little photo session. We started with the ultimate doggie torture - Peanut Butter!
After a rough start
Wolfie managed the Peanut Butter with a fair amount of dignity.
Daisy was not so lucky. She obliged me by providing some wonderful peanut butter faces.
I tried getting some comparison shots, but the dogs kept coming up to me instead of sitting nicely. So, I brought in my photo assistant. AKA Bob.
I really wanted some side-by-side shots to show off Wolfie's size compared to Daisy. But he didn't want to sit still. He tried.
And he tried.
But Captain Coordination got too excited and fell off the bench.
Happy First Birthday Wolfgang. Now that you are a big dog, maybe you'll stop chewing up all our power cords?
A girl can dream, can't she?
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam
A friend - Biz P - posted on his blog last week about an unfortunate incident of Wildlife Detailing that his car underwent recently. I was going to leave him a comment about one of my own unfortunate experiences as commiseration, when I realized this may not be a good idea. After 19 years of cat ownership, 15 years of dog ownership, and 12+ years of motherhood, my gross-o-meter is not calibrated to normal societal levels.
After thinking long and hard about a response, I chose what I felt to be one of the more innocuous of my experiences, and described it in just 2 words.
Wandering Pee.
Well, of course, this was just too tantalizing for the man who spent 166 words describing avian defecation of a vehicular target, and he has requested that I explain myself. Ok. Here goes:
Our Black Lab, Seamus, lived to be about 15 years old. As a large breed dog, this is very old - much like a human living to be 105. By the end of his life he had cataracts, was going deaf, suffered from arthritis and mild dementia, and grew incontinent.
Can I just say that dementia and incontinence do not mix? Seamus managed to avoid the big puddles while sleeping. And he generally had an accident only a couple times a week. But when he did - oy. I am not sure whether he didn't realize he was urinating, or if he thought he was outside. But whichever it was, he would wander aimlessly around the house, leaving a trail a blind bloodhound with a severe sinus infection could follow. We called them his "Wandering Pees." You could track where in the house he had walked by the trail he left.
And he really didn't seem to realize what he was doing. If we caught him doing it, we could take him outside where he would squat (being to old to lift his leg) and finish his elimination. Then we would have to clean up. We used an enzymatic cleaner to remove the stain and - more importantly - the smell. But this was no puddle. This was a thin stream that stretched once, and sometimes twice around the entire house.
By the time I was done spraying the spots, I was hunched over like Quasimodo and my hand was cramped into a stiff claw-like imitation of a hand.
Now, having described the infamous wandering pees, and the dangers of mixing dementia and incontinence, I leave you with the following visual:
Wandering Poo.
'Nuff said.
After thinking long and hard about a response, I chose what I felt to be one of the more innocuous of my experiences, and described it in just 2 words.
Wandering Pee.
Well, of course, this was just too tantalizing for the man who spent 166 words describing avian defecation of a vehicular target, and he has requested that I explain myself. Ok. Here goes:
Our Black Lab, Seamus, lived to be about 15 years old. As a large breed dog, this is very old - much like a human living to be 105. By the end of his life he had cataracts, was going deaf, suffered from arthritis and mild dementia, and grew incontinent.Can I just say that dementia and incontinence do not mix? Seamus managed to avoid the big puddles while sleeping. And he generally had an accident only a couple times a week. But when he did - oy. I am not sure whether he didn't realize he was urinating, or if he thought he was outside. But whichever it was, he would wander aimlessly around the house, leaving a trail a blind bloodhound with a severe sinus infection could follow. We called them his "Wandering Pees." You could track where in the house he had walked by the trail he left.
And he really didn't seem to realize what he was doing. If we caught him doing it, we could take him outside where he would squat (being to old to lift his leg) and finish his elimination. Then we would have to clean up. We used an enzymatic cleaner to remove the stain and - more importantly - the smell. But this was no puddle. This was a thin stream that stretched once, and sometimes twice around the entire house.
By the time I was done spraying the spots, I was hunched over like Quasimodo and my hand was cramped into a stiff claw-like imitation of a hand.
Now, having described the infamous wandering pees, and the dangers of mixing dementia and incontinence, I leave you with the following visual:
Wandering Poo.
'Nuff said.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Gotcha!
3 years ago today
It was a Sunday morning. I had been at an overnight scout event with Bob. DH and the other kids came to pick us up. What you have to understand about this camp is that it has running water and flush toilets, but is something like 6 miles or more from the entrance to the camp down a twisty dirt road - so you are talking 15, 20 minutes sometimes.
So we were none too happy when, as we pulled out of the entrance onto the road, Giggles announced that she had to go potty. 20 minutes back into camp, or 20 minutes to town and find someplace open - we remembered the Walmart and drove to town.
As we pull into the parking lot, we see some people with a "help us, we were dumped sign" and a box. So we check it out. And see some of the cutest little puppies ever. The group was from a church. They knew almost nothing about dogs. And they found a box of 7 puppies dumped on their church doorstep when they arrived that morning. There were 3 or 4 puppies left when we got there.
There was only one little girl left. And she cried! She snuggled into us and whined and was so pitiful. And meanwhile Giggles is dancing in the parking lot as we haven't actually gone inside yet.
We decided to get the puppy. DH took pity on Giggles and took her potty in Walmart while I stayed out in the parking lot with the puppy and the other kids. DH came back out with about $100 worth of supplies for our "free" puppy. Crate, carrier for the car, water bowl, water, food, toys.
When we got home, we looked up vets in the area and found one that was only a couple miles away with Normal Office Hours from 7am to 11pm - 7 days a week!
DH took the puppy in and we found out she was only 4 or 5 weeks old. A GSD mix, possibly with lab. A few days later we came up with the name Daisy, and on looking at her and saying the name, it just fit. She's been with us 3 years today.
Happy Gotcha Day Daisy! A pox on whoever dumped 7 4-week-old puppies at a church. A praise to the gentle people who did the best they could think of to find you all homes.
And thanks to Giggles for her little bladder. :)
4 Week old Daisy:
1 1/2 year old Daisy cuddles with the Outlaws:
2 year old Daisy surprises Mommy with a kiss!
2 1/2 year old Daisy playing with Wolfie:
It was a Sunday morning. I had been at an overnight scout event with Bob. DH and the other kids came to pick us up. What you have to understand about this camp is that it has running water and flush toilets, but is something like 6 miles or more from the entrance to the camp down a twisty dirt road - so you are talking 15, 20 minutes sometimes.
So we were none too happy when, as we pulled out of the entrance onto the road, Giggles announced that she had to go potty. 20 minutes back into camp, or 20 minutes to town and find someplace open - we remembered the Walmart and drove to town.
As we pull into the parking lot, we see some people with a "help us, we were dumped sign" and a box. So we check it out. And see some of the cutest little puppies ever. The group was from a church. They knew almost nothing about dogs. And they found a box of 7 puppies dumped on their church doorstep when they arrived that morning. There were 3 or 4 puppies left when we got there.
There was only one little girl left. And she cried! She snuggled into us and whined and was so pitiful. And meanwhile Giggles is dancing in the parking lot as we haven't actually gone inside yet.
We decided to get the puppy. DH took pity on Giggles and took her potty in Walmart while I stayed out in the parking lot with the puppy and the other kids. DH came back out with about $100 worth of supplies for our "free" puppy. Crate, carrier for the car, water bowl, water, food, toys.
When we got home, we looked up vets in the area and found one that was only a couple miles away with Normal Office Hours from 7am to 11pm - 7 days a week!
DH took the puppy in and we found out she was only 4 or 5 weeks old. A GSD mix, possibly with lab. A few days later we came up with the name Daisy, and on looking at her and saying the name, it just fit. She's been with us 3 years today.
Happy Gotcha Day Daisy! A pox on whoever dumped 7 4-week-old puppies at a church. A praise to the gentle people who did the best they could think of to find you all homes.
And thanks to Giggles for her little bladder. :)
4 Week old Daisy:
1 1/2 year old Daisy cuddles with the Outlaws:
2 year old Daisy surprises Mommy with a kiss!
2 1/2 year old Daisy playing with Wolfie:
Friday, May 2, 2008
I've Got You Babe
Happy Gotcha Day to The Outlaws!
2007 - It had been 7 months since our dear cat Patches passed away suddenly from heart failure. Even though we had had at least one cat in the house our entire adult lives, we had decided to wait until we finished purchasing our house before getting any more cats. In those 7 months, I realized how much I, a life long dog person, missed having cats in the house.
On April 26th, we signed the papers for the house. On April 29th, DH fell in love with some beautiful medium hair gray kittens at an adoption event a local rescue was having at the petstore. We all went down to look at them - they were cute little boy kittens from the same litter named James and Jesse. Hmm... Jesse was a cute name, and I liked how Jesse and James worked together as names, but couldn't see calling a cat James for 15 or more years.
We found out on April 30 that we did not get those kitties.
DH went online that week. Now that we owned our house - it was time for cats! He found a beautiful calico kitten on a rescue site and talked to the foster mom. She had a litter of 4 - two boys, two girls, all different colors. Our application was approved and on May 2, 2007, DH went to the vet she worked at to see the cats and pick out the ones we wanted. I had just started a new job and couldn't go with him until after work, so I said - Your choice. My main criteria is I want kitties that will cuddle with me, and won't be too scared of the kids and dogs. Not knowing what combination of genders he would come home with, I gave him 2 boys names and a list of 3 girls names to choose from for them. (Left to his own devices, DH once named our black and white female cat Bozo. Now I try to take point on naming.)
The calico was too shy. The other 3 were pretty outgoing. The males were particularly cuddly, and the orange male would cry until you picked him up. We had 2 dogs, the limit in our town is 5 cats/dogs over the age of 4 months. We adopted three of them, and took them home that night.
They became ... The Outlaws:
Wyatt Earp
Jesse James
Calamity Jane.
Our GSD Daisy wanted to badly to play with them.....
and eventually they came around.
At four months we had them spayed and neutered. Calamity lived up to her name, having complications and requiring two follow-up surgeries.
They put up with excessive cuddling...
and playing.
They grew up.
They handled the arrival of a new puppy.
And they made me laugh.
Does this couch make my butt look big?
Happy First Gotcha Day to Calamity, Jesse and Wyatt. It's been a wonderful year, and I look forward to many more.
2007 - It had been 7 months since our dear cat Patches passed away suddenly from heart failure. Even though we had had at least one cat in the house our entire adult lives, we had decided to wait until we finished purchasing our house before getting any more cats. In those 7 months, I realized how much I, a life long dog person, missed having cats in the house.
On April 26th, we signed the papers for the house. On April 29th, DH fell in love with some beautiful medium hair gray kittens at an adoption event a local rescue was having at the petstore. We all went down to look at them - they were cute little boy kittens from the same litter named James and Jesse. Hmm... Jesse was a cute name, and I liked how Jesse and James worked together as names, but couldn't see calling a cat James for 15 or more years.
We found out on April 30 that we did not get those kitties.
DH went online that week. Now that we owned our house - it was time for cats! He found a beautiful calico kitten on a rescue site and talked to the foster mom. She had a litter of 4 - two boys, two girls, all different colors. Our application was approved and on May 2, 2007, DH went to the vet she worked at to see the cats and pick out the ones we wanted. I had just started a new job and couldn't go with him until after work, so I said - Your choice. My main criteria is I want kitties that will cuddle with me, and won't be too scared of the kids and dogs. Not knowing what combination of genders he would come home with, I gave him 2 boys names and a list of 3 girls names to choose from for them. (Left to his own devices, DH once named our black and white female cat Bozo. Now I try to take point on naming.)
The calico was too shy. The other 3 were pretty outgoing. The males were particularly cuddly, and the orange male would cry until you picked him up. We had 2 dogs, the limit in our town is 5 cats/dogs over the age of 4 months. We adopted three of them, and took them home that night.
They became ... The Outlaws:
Wyatt Earp
Jesse James
Calamity Jane.
Our GSD Daisy wanted to badly to play with them.....
and eventually they came around.
At four months we had them spayed and neutered. Calamity lived up to her name, having complications and requiring two follow-up surgeries.
They put up with excessive cuddling...
and playing.
They grew up.
They handled the arrival of a new puppy.
And they made me laugh.
Does this couch make my butt look big?
Happy First Gotcha Day to Calamity, Jesse and Wyatt. It's been a wonderful year, and I look forward to many more.
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