Coalie, who barks incessantly but would disagree vehemently that his barking is pointless, says, “I like all the yummy treats I’ve been getting and I’m feeling OK I think but I can tell things aren’t quite right.”
He’s on various meds to keep the prostate tumor down for as long as possible. The initial prediction of 4-6 weeks has faded far into the past. Our greatest fear is that the tumor will so wreck his life that we’ll have to make a really hard decision while he’s still sentient. That fear grows a little every day along with the damned tumor but on the other hand we’re grateful for each bit of time we get with him.
My dog, Doc Holiday, would heartily deny that his incessant barking is pointless. He thinks existentialism is not worth the woofs. Plus, he’s the only one in the house with the sense and bravery to scare off those trespassers who dare to venture within sight, scent or sound.
Fine. Why do you ask?
Hee! (I mean, woof!)
Great comic!
PS: That’s some formidable list of books, Chris. Just wondered: do you ever read fiction?
Sometimes, you know, it lightens the load. :)
As it happens, Daisy, I’ve been on a bit of a Tony Hillerman binge the last few weeks.
WOOF.
Just fine around here, even though it’s threatening storms…
Coalie, who barks incessantly but would disagree vehemently that his barking is pointless, says, “I like all the yummy treats I’ve been getting and I’m feeling OK I think but I can tell things aren’t quite right.”
My dog could have written that comic.
Good here, Chris. Got caught in a snowstorm in San Francisco last night—or at least it looked like one.
Giggled mightily (and snorted feathers for a while afterwards).
Whups, that link was to the 2006 pillow fight.
Well, it looked just like that yesterday, too.
Charles, here are some extra virtual ear rubs for Coalie from me: (((((^-^))))).
On the Internet, nobody knows you might not be pretending not to be a fake dog.
Thank you.
He’s on various meds to keep the prostate tumor down for as long as possible. The initial prediction of 4-6 weeks has faded far into the past. Our greatest fear is that the tumor will so wreck his life that we’ll have to make a really hard decision while he’s still sentient. That fear grows a little every day along with the damned tumor but on the other hand we’re grateful for each bit of time we get with him.
He’s a really, really good dog.
=v= I can understand why that one would be ideal for your blog. My own blogging propensities are more along these lines ...
Charles, so glad to hear Coalie’s having joy still, and all of you with him. Seconding embee’s ear-rub!
My dog, Doc Holiday, would heartily deny that his incessant barking is pointless. He thinks existentialism is not worth the woofs. Plus, he’s the only one in the house with the sense and bravery to scare off those trespassers who dare to venture within sight, scent or sound.