Dear Tyra:
For nearly 16 years, you have been a most loyal companion. Though you have always loved me best, your affection was shared with the entire family. From your head nudges and wagging tail to your discriminating kisses, you have told us how much you appreciate and love us.
When you were just a pup, I pulled you from the box at Bi-Lo and after ten easy minutes of nagging, I had convinced Mom to let me take you home. “You are so spoiled,” said Mike. (He was just jealous).
As a compromise I let Mike help choose your name and several hours after you came home, we dubbed you Tyra. So named for one Sports Illustrated supermodel (I’m sorry, but now she is just known as an annoying talk show host).
You survived a fall into a fast moving creek, a scary collision with a Ford Tempo and numerous hurt legs while jumping in and out of trucks and vans.
But you also enjoyed thousands of trips to the river and hundreds of camping trips. There were a million car rides and bike rides. You are pretty good at fetch (though you have a hard time seeing the stick these days).
You always kept my feet warm in the winter and watched over me when I slept under the stars in the summer. You were a good mom to your fourteen babies. (Though I’m pretty sure you were not sad to see them go on to their own homes).
Thank you for always being there to meet us at the end of the day. And thank you for walking me to the bus stop for four of our years together.
Now, as you go in for a lumpectomy, I hope and pray that everything is okay. I’m sorry you have to go to the vet (it is okay to pee on the floor when you get there. The vet is scary. We won’t hold it against you). I’m sorry I won’t be there to take you and hold your little paw during the surgery. (Bill will take care of you. He loves you almost as much as I do). I’m sorry I won’t be able to take you home and feed you canned dog good and pet your fat belly (Mom will be there, she loves to take care of people and animals).
And if for some reason it is your time to go, just close your pretty brown eyes and take a nap. We will love you and miss you. Mom will bury you under the rose bushes and every spring and summer you will bloom as a fresh yellow rose.
Love,The Girl
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Yes it is true. I am a dirty whore. Some of you have heard about it. I will not be sharing any more information about it. My mom does read this blog and I told her boys were gross and that I wasn't going to kiss them ever. Yucky, Yucky, Yucky. So don't ask. I only say this much because AA and EB have what I like to call Big-Mouth-itis.
Moving right along.
So it is very snowy and cold here in Portland. And when the weather turns to snow and ice here in the Rose City two things happen.
1. People freak the fuck out.
2. People hit things in their cars.
I moved to Portland for two reasons, KT and RF made me and because I didn't want to return to Montana winters. Sort of. Let's just go with that for the sake of this blog.
So I can handle the occasional snow. I cannot, however, handle the complete chaos and shut down of Portland and all of its various offices and facilities. For the love of fucking god. Just drive slower and leave earlier and be nice to other drivers.
At this very moment AA is in the other room sing karaoke. With his sweet sweet meadowlark voice. It is like a thousand winking stars and wildflowers blowing in the breeze. Speaking of wildflowers, I think he put some in a pipe and smoked it because it sure smells ripe in here.
We are waiting for my dear dear dear little buddy RF to get here because I have not seen him in days and I miss him dearly. He was vacationing in the other Portland, the east coast Portland.
And then perhaps we shall go to a movie.
Work has been very busy. Everyone and their second cousins suddenly remember, at Christmas, that they do know how to read and try to find a suitably adult like Dr. Seuss novel to give to another person as a show of how smart and intellectual they are. Somewhere in Mid-January, these same people will forget they know how to read and the book will find its way behind the couch and/or they will try to return it to the store without a receipt.
In the mean time, I've been trying not get mad at customers and coworkers and trying to avoid popping their heads off like dandelions. It is very hard to do when you are trying to explain that no, we are sold out of that book. Why? Because it was published five years ago and only one person ever bought it. That's why.
There is so much noise. From people talking. From the stupid walkie-talkies we wear and from the voices in my heads. Pretty much all of them are saying, let's go get a shot of whiskey.
My roommate MB has been in California where her dad is having surgery. They may be there for several weeks. I am in the mean time hanging out with Chaser and we are weathering the cold as best we can. Mostly by hiding under the blankets on the couch, eating lots of soup and watching CBS like the old people we are.
Okay, bye.
Moving right along.
So it is very snowy and cold here in Portland. And when the weather turns to snow and ice here in the Rose City two things happen.
1. People freak the fuck out.
2. People hit things in their cars.
I moved to Portland for two reasons, KT and RF made me and because I didn't want to return to Montana winters. Sort of. Let's just go with that for the sake of this blog.
So I can handle the occasional snow. I cannot, however, handle the complete chaos and shut down of Portland and all of its various offices and facilities. For the love of fucking god. Just drive slower and leave earlier and be nice to other drivers.
At this very moment AA is in the other room sing karaoke. With his sweet sweet meadowlark voice. It is like a thousand winking stars and wildflowers blowing in the breeze. Speaking of wildflowers, I think he put some in a pipe and smoked it because it sure smells ripe in here.
We are waiting for my dear dear dear little buddy RF to get here because I have not seen him in days and I miss him dearly. He was vacationing in the other Portland, the east coast Portland.
And then perhaps we shall go to a movie.
Work has been very busy. Everyone and their second cousins suddenly remember, at Christmas, that they do know how to read and try to find a suitably adult like Dr. Seuss novel to give to another person as a show of how smart and intellectual they are. Somewhere in Mid-January, these same people will forget they know how to read and the book will find its way behind the couch and/or they will try to return it to the store without a receipt.
In the mean time, I've been trying not get mad at customers and coworkers and trying to avoid popping their heads off like dandelions. It is very hard to do when you are trying to explain that no, we are sold out of that book. Why? Because it was published five years ago and only one person ever bought it. That's why.
There is so much noise. From people talking. From the stupid walkie-talkies we wear and from the voices in my heads. Pretty much all of them are saying, let's go get a shot of whiskey.
My roommate MB has been in California where her dad is having surgery. They may be there for several weeks. I am in the mean time hanging out with Chaser and we are weathering the cold as best we can. Mostly by hiding under the blankets on the couch, eating lots of soup and watching CBS like the old people we are.
Okay, bye.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Wherein Bry is just up from a nap.
Just woke up. Sometimes I feel like a toddler. But I really do feel better after a nap. This is why I should be allowed to take them at work.
I rarely took naps before starting this job. I think the lack of a consistent schedule at work and therefore a random sleeping schedule has led to constant exhaustion. I fall asleep between 12am and 1am every night, as has been my routine since high school. But due to opening and closing, I wake up anywhere between 4am and 9am (or noon! on Saturdays).
The only solution is to quit my job and sleep from 1am to 11am. That's the adult thing to do, right?
I rarely took naps before starting this job. I think the lack of a consistent schedule at work and therefore a random sleeping schedule has led to constant exhaustion. I fall asleep between 12am and 1am every night, as has been my routine since high school. But due to opening and closing, I wake up anywhere between 4am and 9am (or noon! on Saturdays).
The only solution is to quit my job and sleep from 1am to 11am. That's the adult thing to do, right?
Wherein Bry wants some new glasses. Like these ones.
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