Sorry for the crickets over here…I guess I’ve been distracted lately…we had to put our dog down last Thursday (blech), and then we headed to Iowa for my family reunion (btw, the kids have never been to Iowa, and they were pretty disappointed with how UN-exotic it was…I’m pretty sure they were expecting white sandy beaches and cold cocktails…instead, they toured some farms and floated in inner-tubes down a shallow river filled with jagged rocks).
Random awards ceremony in honor of dearly departed Mick 1999-2012
(Full name: Michgolden Light, after our favorite beer in college. Nicknames include: Mickerdoodle, Mickster, Old Man, Busy, Huff, Mr. Poops a lot, Michelob).
* Best idea ever: Having a friend bring your dog to the vet for you…that way you can weep in your driveway instead of in a sterile vet’s office (thanks Ian & Laura~we owe ya)
*Worst idea ever: Using the veterinary clinic that is located directly across the street from my husbands work (back story: for those who don’t know, our dog has been ‘working’ at Klatt True Value in Buffalo for the past 13 years~ with my hubbie, obv…so all the employees were equally heartbroken last week). Mick was due for a 10:30am ‘appointment’. At 11am, some of the True Value employees noticed Mick wandering around the outside of the vet clinic. Apparently, bathroom breaks are a dog’s last rights. Just when you think it’s over…the dog has one last crap in him. I could keep going with this…all. day. long.
*Best insensitive quote: Lucy… “Mommy, what’s your problem? Why are you crying?”
*Most direct question of the day: Brady…”Hey-where’s Mick…is he dead yet?”
*Most popular: That one goes to Mick…since he was a ‘working class dog’…he had quite a fan following. Nothing like having customers ask 264 times a day where your dog is to desensitize you.
*Lies we wish we could tell: “Kids, our yard is too small, so Mick went to live on a farm, where he can run free.” See folks, there are drawbacks to living in the country.
*Kind gesture that backfired: Korey giving Mick a delicious ‘last supper’ of Little Caesars Pizza. When a dog hasn’t eaten human food for the better part of 5 years…prepare for a lot of blowback.
*Favorite memories: The kids always sitting on him like he was a horse. The time he was diagnosed with ‘swimmers tail’ because he spent the better part of a weekend in the middle of the lake. The way he was endlessly amused with the following: balls, sticks, frisbees, & laser pointers. His fear of hardwood flooring. All of those embarassing times he tried to air-hump lady dogs…he never did grasp the mechanics of…errrr…how do I put this delicately?? doggy style. Ahh….so not delicate then…just checking. Just went through my files and found one of Brady riding his horse.
And now, for the always awkward segue from dead dogs into cute baby pictures. I have 2 baby boys on the blog today. Actually, I just did both of these guys 1 yr sessions, and now they are baby plan graduates! Sniff sniff…let’s cry through the memories together, okay?
First up, Mr. N and family…
Next up, Mr. M and his fam…
ho. ho. ho.
Well folks, I gotta run~the Schwan’s man will be here any minute, so me and the kids have to hide in the basement. Sometimes I don’t want chicken nuggets delivered every week ~ rain or shine.