The day after National Dog Day
I feel a little bit as though I'm a day late and a dollar short here on the blog. This is the post I was going to put up last night. But, well, I spent half the night sitting with R. as she wept. That is an improvement from speechless anger. I think. It's different at least. So, no blog post, and I'm running on a little less than five hours of sleep. The masses have been warned that their mother has no patience reserves at the moment and a high irritability index. I feel like a weather report... thunderstorms looming in the south...
Anyway, you weren't really going to get much content anyway, just a lot of pictures. Here are some new(er) ones of the three dogs who live here.
Good old Kenzie. He is such a sweet boy, when he is not barking or scaring strangers. He is also just a mass of anxiousness whenever something unexpected happens, which would be everything. He is also starting to look more grey around the face which is new the past year of so. That doesn't make me too happy, since we are not entirely sure of how old he is.
Olive, who had her yearly vet appointment today and weighs in at a slight (for Great Danes) 93 pounds.
And Aster
It also didn't seem right to not mention our previous two dogs who are no longer with us. If you are a long time blog reader, you will remember Gretel, our yellow lab.
But most of you probably don't know Simone, as she was pre-blog. Simone was J.'s and my first dog, and was a Bouvier des Flandres. (You've probably never heard of the breed, either.) She was a good dog, if a bit high maintenance in the hair department and too shy to enjoy other dogs.
Anyway, you weren't really going to get much content anyway, just a lot of pictures. Here are some new(er) ones of the three dogs who live here.
Good old Kenzie. He is such a sweet boy, when he is not barking or scaring strangers. He is also just a mass of anxiousness whenever something unexpected happens, which would be everything. He is also starting to look more grey around the face which is new the past year of so. That doesn't make me too happy, since we are not entirely sure of how old he is.
Olive, who had her yearly vet appointment today and weighs in at a slight (for Great Danes) 93 pounds.
And Aster
It also didn't seem right to not mention our previous two dogs who are no longer with us. If you are a long time blog reader, you will remember Gretel, our yellow lab.
But most of you probably don't know Simone, as she was pre-blog. Simone was J.'s and my first dog, and was a Bouvier des Flandres. (You've probably never heard of the breed, either.) She was a good dog, if a bit high maintenance in the hair department and too shy to enjoy other dogs.
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