In Which I Sacrifice a Small Dog to the Angry Snow God

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[Corvus9]

That's what you look like?

Huh. I thought you would be fatter. And older. And have a mustache.

[Sir Charles]

That dog makes everyone look good. I swear he takes twenty pounds off you.

Also, a snow suit is very forgiving as garments go. Also.

[ari]

Are you giving that poor dog a rectal exam, Charles?

[Prup (aka Jim Benton)]

Your son is very mature for sixteen, Sir C.

(We all know you look like Atticus Finch as played by Jimmy Cagney -- or is it Winston Churchill as played by Thomas Mitchell.)

[Sir Charles]

Corvus,

Older, fatter, and with a moustache. So you basically saw me as an Irish-American Thomas Friedman.

ari,

It's called nurtuing. At least that's what Congressman Foley taught me.

Jim,

I might drink like Churchill, but look like him -- yikes.

I thought the glasses kept an air of anonymity about the picture.

[Sir Charles]

That's "nurturing" damnit.

Congressman Foley wouldn't have liked that kind of carelessness.

[kathy a.]

i would have guessed you had a bigger dog. not that i'm doubting fluffy's credentials as a defender of justice.

[Helio]

that dog is adorable. Mine jumped into the snow not realizing how deep it was and I had a good laugh of watching her fail to paddle her way out.

[Sir Charles]

Hi kathy -- missed hearing from you lately.

Stanley is 30 pounds of terror.

Actually, he is an incredibly nice dog and, dare I say it, a total babe magnet.

I am not relying on him to defend the family abode however.

I intially resisted getting a dog and am now embarrasingly smitten with him. We got him the day before I got out of the hospital with pericarditis and he and I spent his first week at home bonding while I convalesced. We are now inseparable.

Helio,

The first day of the storm, when no one had shoveled was a bit of a challenge for him. He kind of jumped from place to place when he couldn't find tracks to walk in. This is his first snow storm and I think it's a little bit baffling for him, but he kind of likes it.

[kathy a.]

huh. i say something about dogs, and it gets eaten in comment moderation. not that my comment is any great loss to the universe.

[Prup (aka Jim Benton)]

Probably not in comment moderation, kathy. It's the 'we cannot accept this data' thingie. As I've said frequently -- will someone paste this on the site somewhere:

If you get that message, copy your comment, open the site in a new window/tab and repaste it and it WILL go through.

[kathy a.]

well, it was just an observation that i'm familiar with the "embarassingly smitten" phenomenon. since the empty nest, my beloved has taken to calling junior dog -- 50 pounds of mixed lab plus energy, whose mission in life is to kill the mailman via barking from the garage -- "my sweet baby."

[kathy a.]

it could have been my computer. someone like me should never be her own IT guy. i'd take it out and shoot it if i wasn't opposed to that kind of thing.

[Sir Charles]

Oh, it's typepad I'm pretty sure. It is frequently balky.

My wife and I have what I call the "let's give thanks and praise" part of our day every morning, as we marvel at the lovely little dog who has wormed his way in between us during the night.

We don't have the excuse of an empty nest. Indeed, we have taken to saying to our son "why can't you be more like the dog?" Sadly, he has responded by beginning to piss outdoors.

[Prup (aka Jim Benton)]

Does anyone know what is it with dogs and mailmen? They don't seem to go nuts about meter readers, mormon missionaries, or other visitors, but mailmen are always cause for excitement. Did some dog in the lost ages of time get mad because he didn't get a package he was expecting, and pass it down through canine lore?

[kathy a.]

as far as i can tell, our dog cora hates the mailman because he leaves things at our house. she doesn't mind the garbage, recycling, or greenwaste people at all. UPS and FedX guys get just a couple of warning barks, but she knows they aren't serious about leaving things at the house every day.

should a burgler arrive without a big truck, and come armed with either a squeaky toy or a camera, the very fierce cora would be hiding in her crate, shaking in fear. no idea why; that's how it is.

[Jim S]

Our crew consists of a large mutt (85 pounds), a schnauzer, a toy poodle and what appears to be a blonde, low-rider mutt. Chewbacca, the big boy, doesn't mind it at all and will just lay down in it while he guards his yard. We think it's growing on the poodle but the other two still aren't thrilled with going outside. We have lots of 15"+ mini-drifts in the back yard.