A story of Skidboot, and what he’s done for the world.

Good dog.

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I have never seen this much anger in one place that wasn’t based on religion.

This comes under the heading of people I am honestly glad I’m not.

These are the most horrible things I’ve ever read, not because I think they are exaggerated lies, but because I’m almost entirely certain that the greater portion of them are not.  These women are living with these people that they actively despise.

My lands, occasionally I get irritated, but do you know what I do?  I talk about it!  And usually, he’s not mad at me anyway.  Unless it’s about the teeth brushing.

Just so everyone who ever reads this knows: I lucked out when I met The Troublemaker.  He’s awesome.  He’s my heart and my soul and he’s awesome and sometimes I get annoyed and sometimes he gets annoyed with me, but MY GOD the love we live with is unspeakably wonderful and seems even more rare and precious after reading all that crap.

I like him.  He’s cool.  He’s handsome.  I LIKE him.

Mostly I spend my time worrying that he doesn’t like me.

This is why people don’t take women seriously.  Grow a backbone.  God.

Shout out to Boliath for the link.

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An update and information about MAX

 Hi everyone! It’s Mac! Only I’m totally not Mac anymore, I’m Edward. And frankly, it suits me.

My adoptive dad was a little hesitant at first, and I was a little hesitant. My adoptive dad worried about a lot of things and wondered if I’d get used to them. I worried about his worry and was uncomfortable in a new place. That is why Young At Heart has a two-week money back policy, so that dogs and people who are truly mismached don’t feel that they have to stay that way, and dogs and people who are just having some growing pains getting used to each other can have some time to work it out.

Me and my dad have worked it out! I’m eating a lot more and I’m more comfortable at home. Dad took me out yesterday for some Grade A pampering!! Check this out:

“I took him to Soggy Paws for a wash yesterday. He got some aromatherapy to start, then an aloe and vitamin D wash, eucalyptus conditioner, liver biscotti treats at the end, and had his nails clipped and ears cleaned out. Other than the liver biscotti, I was a little jealous!”

Dad, the difference between what I experienced yesterday and the month I spent in a 4X4 cell on a cement floor… it’s like I’ve died and gone to doggie heaven. I love my new name and I love my new home. I love you. And I love the way I smell and also liver biscotti!

New photos will be posted of me in all my pampered wonder soon. Worry not, dear friends, miracles do come true!

I’m also writing to point you to the newest rescue dog at my foster house, Max. Max’s story is sad. He was with a family for five years and they are giving him up because they just don’t have time for him. Poor guy.

Read his story and see if he’s your forever dog by going here or clicking on “Max’s Dogster Page” under the Speckblog Sister Sites in Specklinks on the left there.

Much big-eared love,

Edward

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Big, new batch of Wallace photos can be found by clicking here.

New videos can be found by clicking here. Videos include his birthday cake, and one of him dancing that includes some hip leg-raising moves.

Some photo highlights:

Breakfast is the most exciting meal of the day!

Gotta love the Nana:

Growing up too fast:

Boo!

In the morning sunshine:

Making cupcakes all by himself:

Important phone calls:

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A Nana Poopyhands Update

First of all, Peeps, the news is good.  They didn’t find anything in there that they weren’t expecting to find and by all accounts the doctors were able to take out all the bone spurs and such and reinforce her neck.  So if you have to have neck surgery you really want it all to go as well as it did yesterday.

However, it’s still major surgery and they did things like removed jagged pieces of bone that were sticking into my mother’s spinal chord, and replaced her vertabrae with a large piece of metal.  No matter how you look at it, my mom went through major surgery.  In her neck.  Ugh.

My Stepdad Poopyhands kept me aprised as the day went on and I got to speak to her yesterday.  On the one hand it was great to hear her voice; on the other hand she was so out of it and drugged that I got sick to my stomach.

I’ve been the one under the knife plenty of times.  Enough so that I think of surgery as just no big deal.  I once had three foot surgeries done in as many weeks, and my overall feelings of aprehension could be summarized as, “Meh.”

What I never considered was how hard it must have been for the people who loved me to see me come out of surgery and be all drugged up.  This is the first time I’ve ever seen (or more properly, heard) my mother after surgery and it was scary.  Scary and upsetting, even though I knew she was fine.

I felt horribly guilty not being at her side.  I’m going to have to go see her soon.

So plenty of angsting here with me, but mom is a-okay by all accounts and my stepdad is taking great care of her.

Updates as information trickles in:

KP

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How Foley Ruined it for Everyone

Two days ago I got a visit from the IT department at my place of employment.  I love my place of employment, by the way.  There are good days and bad days, but generally speaking this place is a fantastic place to work.  Because I work part-time I was given a laptop.  I had Yahoo IM downloaded onto my laptop.  Hence, the visit from the IT department.

“Um. This paper says that you have some file sharing software on your computer.  Do you have Skype or something like it?”

“I have Yahoo IM.  Would that do it?”

“Yep.  I’ve removed that on, like, 26 computers today.”

“Okay.  Let’s go do that then.”

It’s not that I blame the company.  After all, I could be IMing inappropriate suggestions to underage congressional pages.  I type on their computer and they could be liable for whatever I write.  I don’t blame the IT guy, just following orders.  I don’t blame anyone.

At the same time it’s very upsetting.  Do you want to know how I used IM?  Besides all the pedophilia?  I used it to keep in contact with Nana Poopyhands.  My mom has been through a rough time lately and is going to go into the hospital tomorrow to have her throat slit open and her neck reinforced with steel.  She’s been through a period of fairly serious pain, and there was something incredibly comforting about seeing that little note at the bottom of the IM screen: Nana Poopyhands is Typing.

Sometimes mom would send what she wrote, sometimes she wouldn’t, but while that little phrase appeared I was calm.  Nana Poopyhands is here.  She’s fine.  If she wasn’t fine she wouldn’t be typing, but look!  She’s typing!

So I’m feeling like I’m in the wrong place and that I should be with mom when she has this surgery.  I’d be superfluous and undoubtedly really fucking annoying, but I feel like I should be there.  I hear about things she’s enduring and it makes me angry and fluttery and wanting to hover, and the IM was a really good way to curb those instincts without being obnoxious.

Now that reassurance is gone… at the worst possible time.

I don’t blame work.  They do what they have to.   Still, man, couldn’t you leave me that silent, constant connection to my mother?

My worried heart is typing.

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You haveta’ be in it to win it!

I signed up today, my lovelies.  I would prefer that my entire body not be used a la medical school cadavers, (thanks for the conversation, Nana Poopyhands),  but they can have all the parts they can make use of.

An eye here, a lung there… whatever they can get.

I do want them to give me an anesthetic first.  I realize that this is rediculous, but just give me a push of an anesthetic, just in case, before you start taking things.

Sign up for the donor registery here, and tell your friends and family your wishes.   After all, you ain’t usin’ it!

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No More NEUROLOGY!

That’s right, Peeps!  It’s a low C, and theoretically I should not be proud of the grade, but BY GUM I may now apply to grad school with an eye on starting next September.

I’m going to celebrate, shit my pants in fear, then get over it and apply in the next few weeks.  Wish me luck!

HOORAY!  NO MORE NEUROLOGY!  A C!

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Catchup.

Kitchup.

Busy day today, peeps.  Talk to you soon!

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A Wallace on the Mend

Wallace is so much better today, and it’s such a relief.  I’m staying home with him today because I wasn’t convinced last night that he’d be able to hack a day at day care this soon after being so sick.  Seeing how often he just wants to read a book or sit quietly today, I think I was right.  We’ll take a short trip after his nap to get out of the house, but even when he’s 100% healthy he comes back from day care so exhausted he’s zombie-like.

And I may be overmothering, but I’m done apologizing.  My kid is sick and needs some time to recoup from Scarlet Fever.  I think that’s okay.

He’s painfully adorable today, Peep.  I just took him in for his nap and he elected to sleep on his cabbage patch kid instead of his pillow.  Don’t worry, I got pictures.

I have a metric ton of pictures, actually, that are downloaded to his website, but I don’t have any of the dates up or anything.  Life has been kinda busy.  I’ll get them up for everyone soon.

Love, 

A greatly relieved Poopyhands Household

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