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So, since my most recently recounted (and most triumphant!) adventure, I had a very busy week. Too busy to take time off and, you know, blog. But first: your too-long deferred fix of Emma Dog. Because we all know she’s really the draw here to the blog. I just need to face facts. Emma looks absurdly [...] I reckon it’s about time to do a straight-up pandering post for Emma Dog’s innumerable fans (do I know how to draw eyes to the site, or what?) So after I delivered the ever-problematic contracts for The Dinosaur Lords to UPS to go back to Tor, we hit the ditch that runs from behind Lee Acres [...] Earlier this evening Emma Dog and I took a walk on what I call Bear’s Ditch, just east of the Rio Grande Nature Center fields. It’s our favorite place to walk. As often is the case, we encountered sundry people and animals – mostly dogs, although the equestrians were out in force today too. Encounter #1:
I don’t want to overload you with Emma Dog. (I know – too late.) But since she’s also like the biggest single draw for the blog, I’m going to anyway. Plus she did something else which her fond and foolish Daddy found adorable. So, deal. Friday night was the annual ASFS December Dessert Cook-Off Meeting. And I [...] Emma made a new friend on our walk last night. Emma Dog was finally getting less paranoid about little girls. Then I let her watch KICK-ASS. At last, Emma’s home. Kathy and Steve Kubica brought her back from the kennel today. Poor child’s been gone a long time. I felt bad about not bringing her home earlier, but the fact was I was in no shape to deal with her before this. She’s a very good girl. She’s also large, strong, and [...] So tonight I got fed up with Emma’s favorite pillow spilling its foam guts all over everything. I could’ve bought her a new one at Wal-Mart when I went there earlier, but I’m in cheap mode at the moment. Instead, mad improviser that I am, I decided to stuff the old pillow into a (fresh, clean) [...] When Emma Dog came to us, five years ago, she brought with her a favorite toy: a squeaky plastic ice cream cone. She loved the damned thing. Unfortunately, a place I boarded her lost it. She was disconsolate. For months I sought a replacement. Nothing I tried connected with her. Until one day at Wal-Mart I found [...] |
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