Sunday, August 30, 2009

Took Naomi to a Dog Adoption Fair Yesterday


She got her face painted and a balloon animal. I went to look at a little red merle BC (or BC/X) named Syd. Liked him, a sweet little cutie. The adoption coordinator called today and will make a home visit tonight. Wish us luck!

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Down to One Dog and a Kid

Billy's liver tumor finally ruptured and I rushed him to the vet to find that there was nothing they could do. I held him on my lap while the sedative took effect and he went peacefully into death in my arms. It's always hard to lose a beloved pet, but Billy was really special. He was my little buddy and an all around excellent dog. I'm really going to miss him.

Rest in peace my Billy-boy, and may you run all the agility you want forever.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Homesick

Much to my astonishment, after a mere 5 days of grandparent-spoilage, Naomi has become homesick and expressed the desire to come home. I honestly anticipated, after a full 7 days, that she would greet our arrival with protests and wails of despair, and that we would have to haul her off to the car weeping.

Dave, being the kinder, gentler parent, caved instantly and told her he'd come get her tomorrow evening. I would have made her stay for the full duration of the planned visit, but that's me and I'm just mean like that.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Sleep-away Camp

Naomi has indicated a strong preference for sleep-away camp. Because she does not like her camp. Where she swims, which she loves, and rides horses, which she loves, and does arts and crafts, which she loves.

Me: "Naomi, why do you think sleep-away camp will be better?"
Naomi: "Because they have S'Mores!"

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Super Billy!


Here's the Bill-Meister flying over the triple jump. For a senior citizen with liver disease, this dog rocks!

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Dancing or Dead Cicada? Hmmm....

I picked Naomi up from her camp party yesterday. All the other little girls were dancing on stage. Where's Naomi? Oh, there she is, on the ground in front of the stage. "Naomi, why weren't you dancing?" "Oh, I had to hold my dead cicada and I couldn't do that and dance." Of course, I should have realized.