And I’ll swear if I want to.
Sh@t-P#ss-F%^k.
My nephew’s sick. Real sick. Of course, since most readers here are either family or sneak over here from the Bunny Ears, you know that.
I’ve always been #2 human for my sister’s dogs. First there was Xica, who basically tolerated humans other than the Winedog, but Xica was hooked on me because I was a 180 lb dog toy. That’s right. When I showed up, it was nothing but play. The ball was dropped on my lap, throw the ball, catch the ball, chew the ball, drop it on his lap, repeat. And repeat. And repeat. This could go on for hours, days if she’d let me.
The Beau showed up. The first time I went to see Beau, he was all over me, pushing Xica out of the way. That did NOT go down well with Miss Xica, who had had just about enough of the usurper at that point. She took him down and had him on his back screaming like the little girl that he was. Xica got, well, let’s say corrected for that. And Beau and I bonded. He’s a great dog, and wasn’t slightly jealous when I showed up with my own boy. They got along famously, instantly paisan. Only Rita was a little edgy, because when Loki came over to play, she was jealous because Beau was her dog, not Loki’s.
So Beau has lung cancer. He’s only 9.5 years old. That’s the second Dobie Winedog’s had to come down with lung cancer. That sucks harder than a Hoover. He’s going on an herbal regimen, which I will know all about next weekend. I’m going to babysit the kids; I couldn’t see having Beau put in a kennel at this point in time. It’s also going to be good for Loki, because it will be the first time he has spent the night somewhere else. He’ll spend it with me, so he should be ok. Next will be an overnight chez Winedog without me. then maybe I can go on a vacation without worrying about the boy. He probably will have so much fun at the Farm that he won’t care if I’m there or not. That would be the goal.
Loki and Rita were playing hard and well today, like he does with Josie. Josie has some competition, she better watch out for those German-Mexican girls. My boy’s a total slut, he doesn’t care who he plays with.
Took the parents to a medical appointment, to Navlets, and shopping. Dad looks like he really enjoys sitting in the backseat with his youngest grandson. Loki absolutely prefers rolling with gramps.
That’s it. The last post was screwed up because I changed pictures. I mentioned a ball, and there was no ball. Here’s the series of pictures with Loki and his new ball. I caught him mid-yawn. Note how he decides the pillows are the best place for him to get comfortable. Wrong-o, dog-o. I also still have to repaint that wall. The spots are from the first night I had him, when I scratched his belly and he clawed the yellow paint off, showing the green underneath. At least it didn’t go all the way to the purple under that, which was courtesy of the prior owner.
