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Category Archives: doggy tractor-trailerin’. August 20, 2012. Miss Carol rested her chin on my shoulder and said, Is this a new one? And I said, I hope so. I’m tryin’. After days and weeks and months, I’m back. Is anybody still out there? I know I’ve been miserably neglecting my miserable neglected little blog for most of the summer, but. I’ve been really, really, really busy. Serious. Don’t believe me? Finishing things and ain’t life grand? But we move ahead, right? In amongst and squeezed between every...

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Requiem. | oceandoggy.com

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The End of Tug. Requiem Dolce. →. May 1, 2015. So it’s a week after Tug and I’m sitting at my Me Only Desk in the Me Only Room staring at my sleeping laptop with a rapidly warming beer in my fist when I hear a quiet throat-clearing behind me. I swirl around in my Me Only Chair and see Cutter sitting and looking up at me. When’s my brother coming back? He asks softly. And shifts from paw to paw. Um, I say, he’s not. Cutter asks. What did you do with him? Where did he go? So you put him down, Cutter says.

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The End of Tug. | oceandoggy.com

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Requiem. →. The End of Tug. April 24, 2015. I never thought that Friday’s dinner would be your last. I never thought that Saturday’s slight limp would morph into something so painful we needed to take you to an E.R. I never thought that when we got you home, that it could worsen. But it did. I never thought that we’d have to take you back to the E.R. on Sunday night with a painful, and almost complete, paralysis of your hindquarters. I never thought you’d never come home. Requiem. →. You are commenting u...

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Requiem Dolce. | oceandoggy.com

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Requiem finis. →. May 17, 2015. I miss you Tug. I never knew just how much I loved you. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Requiem finis. →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.

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April | 2015 | oceandoggy.com

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Monthly Archives: April 2015. The End of Tug. April 24, 2015. I never thought that Friday’s dinner would be your last. I never thought that Saturday’s slight limp would morph into something so painful we needed to take you to an E.R. I never thought that when we got you home, that it could worsen. But it did. I never thought that we’d have to take you back to the E.R. on Sunday night with a painful, and almost complete, paralysis of your hindquarters. I never thought you’d never come home.

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Category Archives: doggy diarrhea. January 7, 2013. In my defense, I had already valiantly marshalled through five whole days of a devastatingly brutal head cold. I had stoically stood up to my constantly running nose, my unbearably itchy eyes, and my life-changing, 24-hour-a-day, stuffiness and pressure gradient headache. I felt that I had bravely accepted my fate as manfully as I could. I had toughed it out, enduring the barely endurable, but could endure no more. I had to do something. My little broth...

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February | 2015 | oceandoggy.com

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Monthly Archives: February 2015. February 4, 2015. This is probably my most favorite card that I received for my birthday this year and not for reasons you might think. I won’t tell you who sent it to me, because Jay knows who he is and because many mutual manly male friends might frown on pink cards. So nope, it’s not the pinkness, nor is it the tattoo on her breast. It’s the blushing, princess-ness thankfulness she’s exuding that makes it my favorite birthday card. 8220;Cause that’s how I feel.

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Category Archives: doggy treats. October 4, 2010. Nooooooo, nooooo, noooooooo. Not THOSE. But and what you can’t see, what the camera couldn’t capture, was the twin thin lines of wind blown drool streaming horizontal from their lipless mouths while Cutter and Tug hone in on Miss Carol’s pocket-o-biscuits. Holy Haysoos. What a pair. You’d think we never feed them. The dogs, I mean. March 10, 2010. What’da you do? You whip yourself up a quick Bacon Burrito Brunch. First off you start the bacon. OK So now y...

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June | 2015 | oceandoggy.com

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Monthly Archives: June 2015. June 4, 2015. Miss Carol wanted all of us to have Tug closure, and she decided that the best way possible would be a group remembrance. So on the day that Miss Carol ordained, we three of us gathered around Tug’s marble urn and were solemn. Miss Carol started first. I’ll always remember how Tug woofed, she said. She looked to me. I thought for a moment and said, I want to always remember how Tug would thump down next to me in bed at night. Miss Carol glared at him. Create a f...

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August 1, 2016. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? This is Lola, your new little playmate, I said. Cutter stopped staring at Lola and turned his gaze on me. Whatever made you think I’d want to play with a rat? I sighed. It’s not a rat, it’s a puppy. Cutter looked back down at Lola. It’s a rat, he said. It’s a puppy. Cutter paused and said, Ok, let’s suppose it is a puppy. Whatever made you think I’d want to play with a puppy? Well, I, I mean we, Miss Carol and me, thought you might be lonely, I said. April 21, 2016.