dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com
Dust in a Sunbeam: August 2012
http://dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com/2012_08_01_archive.html
Saturday, August 18, 2012. If you asked Bruno what his favorite thing is, I think he would tell you it's that Daddy is home all day, every day. As I slave away at my keyboard from morn' to night, he generally lies on my feet, only making a peep when the delivery man comes 'round or it's time for our post-coffee, pre-sweltering-heat-of-the-day jog. But he needed to be neutered anyway, because it's the responsible thing to do. It also gave me the opportunity to take a tissue sample for his DNA test! I've b...
dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com
Dust in a Sunbeam: Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
http://dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com/2012/08/ob-la-di-ob-la-da.html
Saturday, August 18, 2012. If you asked Bruno what his favorite thing is, I think he would tell you it's that Daddy is home all day, every day. As I slave away at my keyboard from morn' to night, he generally lies on my feet, only making a peep when the delivery man comes 'round or it's time for our post-coffee, pre-sweltering-heat-of-the-day jog. But he needed to be neutered anyway, because it's the responsible thing to do. It also gave me the opportunity to take a tissue sample for his DNA test! I've b...
dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com
Dust in a Sunbeam: August 2010
http://dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html
Tuesday, August 10, 2010. Now that he's gone, it feels wrong to write anything here. Not that I have anything to write about. The few smiles that cross my lips now are for the benefit of others. When I laugh, I worry that everyone can hear the utter lack of joy behind it. If I do decide to start blogging again, I'll pass the word through the underground grapevine to let y'all know. Thanks for reading, though. I wish you could have all known Max Bear in person. He was truly something special.
dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com
Dust in a Sunbeam: A for Effort, B for Bathtime
http://dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com/2012/05/for-effort-b-for-bathtime.html
Monday, May 21, 2012. A for Effort, B for Bathtime. Bruno is probably the most enthusiastic mimic I have ever met. He also wants to help, no matter what you're doing, and no matter that his lack of opposable digitus primi is an issue. Maybe not so adorable? And so began what has now come to be known as the Week of Baths. I've had to bathe the child every day for the past seven days. Twice today, because a flash flood turned the entire. Hard into a mud pit. Posted by Optimus Primate. Blogs I ♥. J (The Red...
dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com
Dust in a Sunbeam: Big Baby Steps
http://dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com/2012/05/big-baby-steps.html
Friday, May 11, 2012. Yesterday was a pretty big day for me. The boy needed a good jog, though, so yesterday morning we set out. And the closer we got to his old house, the more anxious I became. How would he react? Would he make a beeline for the front door? Would he assume he was going back to his old home? Which puzzled me, really. He wasn't abused there. In fact, when people were home - admittedly not a lot, but still - he was doted on and loved almost as much as I dote on him and love him. Whether t...
dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com
Dust in a Sunbeam: I'm Awake
http://dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com/2012/05/im-awake.html
Monday, May 7, 2012. I mean that metaphorically. The only way I know to convey how I feel - how I've felt for the past one year, nine months, and thirteen days - is to speak in metaphors. So you'll have to bear with me. It wasn't even a possibility. I rode around a bit, asking people walking by if they knew him, and eventually honed in on the corner where a few people thought he lived. One house was empty. One neighbor basically told me to sod off. The other two, though, were pretty sure he l...So I gave...
dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com
Dust in a Sunbeam: May 2012
http://dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com/2012_05_01_archive.html
Monday, May 21, 2012. A for Effort, B for Bathtime. Bruno is probably the most enthusiastic mimic I have ever met. He also wants to help, no matter what you're doing, and no matter that his lack of opposable digitus primi is an issue. Maybe not so adorable? And so began what has now come to be known as the Week of Baths. I've had to bathe the child every day for the past seven days. Twice today, because a flash flood turned the entire. Hard into a mud pit. Posted by Optimus Primate. Links to this post.
dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com
Dust in a Sunbeam: A Bruno by Any Other Name...
http://dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com/2012/09/a-bruno-by-any-other-name.html
Saturday, September 22, 2012. A Bruno by Any Other Name. That's huge. HYOOGE, I tell you. Twice weekly trips to the puppy store mean we don't generally come home with much from each trip. A new chew rope here. A bag of goodies there. Today, we went for a frisbee, because Bruno's such an amazing jumper, I figure some frisbee training would put that to good, productive, healthy use. Not if you only have two legs," I say. I never say much, if anything, to that. She scrunches her face and says, "Brutus was a...
dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com
Dust in a Sunbeam: Stuck
http://dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com/2013/02/stuck.html
Monday, February 11, 2013. It's been a while. It's not that I haven't had a lot to say since the last time I posted. It's that I don't really know how to express what I'm feeling fully. That may have a lot to do with the fact that I don't think linguistically, so taking torn thoughts and turning them into a cogent string of words is tough. Anyway, I'm rambling. I mentioned before, but haven't said much about since, the fact that Bruno has neurological problems. The cause, it seemed, was just too much fre...
dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com
Dust in a Sunbeam: Little Bullies, Big Babies, and the Story of How I'm Not Dead Yet
http://dust-in-a-sunbeam.blogspot.com/2012/06/little-bullies-big-babies-and-story-of.html
Friday, June 22, 2012. Little Bullies, Big Babies, and the Story of How I'm Not Dead Yet. And it's been a constant source of stress for Bruno, who goes into howling, screaming, distressed running fits every time they fight. I try to keep peaceful relations with my neighbors, since I'm the only white guy on the block (my only other white neighbhor is the Dwarf across the street - Little Fat Kid That Max Hated's mom - and everyone is kinda scared of me (they call me Renegade. No, I don't mean metaphorically.
