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Still resting my eyes suffering from InternetRomancelandia Word Bombardment....
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Here's a great article, with an interview with Nora Roberts, of the RWA conference in Dallas:
The Queen Of Romance
That is One Busy Lady, dude. All those books, traveling, interviews, and even a bobblehead of herself to boot. I bow.
I'm still hoping to have Linda Howard being called The Goddess of Romance in a newspaper article one day ;-).
It's been a hard week for me, what with coping with Brando being gone. I come home from work and no old doggy grumbling, you know? I eat my dinner and there's no old dog to clean my plate. I watch baseball and no dog to rest my feet on and cheer with me at the homeruns (Lilah doesn't like baseball). I take a shower and there's no old dog lying on the mat waiting for me. Brando used to follow me all around the house. If someone called me on the phone, I'd usually walk up and down the room while talking, and Brando would do the same, right behind me. Not any more.
Anyway, I didn't mean to reminisce, just wanted to share with you that my other mutants are grieving in the oddest way. After Brando passed on, none of them would eat. I have been TRYING--coaxing, begging, everything--to get them to eat their usual food. They have been ignoring their plates. Treats are a different matter, of course.
Do you know what they finally ate?
Brando's leftover can of diet food, that was special for dogs with kidney problems(low phos), something they all HATED when I fed them before. They would spit it out with a disdainful snarl. But last night, while I was throwing it out, I noticed them all staring at me all googly-eyed. So I sat down and spooned the food out and all four mutants ATE. And ATE. And ate it all up.
I'm totally bemused. Huh. How 'bout that? They wanted Brando's food.
Even the furbabees are grieving their own way. No old guy piddling around while they squabble, I suppose. And definitely, no dirty old man still trying to get him some last whoopie while they were in heat.
The Queen Of Romance
That is One Busy Lady, dude. All those books, traveling, interviews, and even a bobblehead of herself to boot. I bow.
I'm still hoping to have Linda Howard being called The Goddess of Romance in a newspaper article one day ;-).
It's been a hard week for me, what with coping with Brando being gone. I come home from work and no old doggy grumbling, you know? I eat my dinner and there's no old dog to clean my plate. I watch baseball and no dog to rest my feet on and cheer with me at the homeruns (Lilah doesn't like baseball). I take a shower and there's no old dog lying on the mat waiting for me. Brando used to follow me all around the house. If someone called me on the phone, I'd usually walk up and down the room while talking, and Brando would do the same, right behind me. Not any more.
Anyway, I didn't mean to reminisce, just wanted to share with you that my other mutants are grieving in the oddest way. After Brando passed on, none of them would eat. I have been TRYING--coaxing, begging, everything--to get them to eat their usual food. They have been ignoring their plates. Treats are a different matter, of course.
Do you know what they finally ate?
Brando's leftover can of diet food, that was special for dogs with kidney problems(low phos), something they all HATED when I fed them before. They would spit it out with a disdainful snarl. But last night, while I was throwing it out, I noticed them all staring at me all googly-eyed. So I sat down and spooned the food out and all four mutants ATE. And ATE. And ate it all up.
I'm totally bemused. Huh. How 'bout that? They wanted Brando's food.
Even the furbabees are grieving their own way. No old guy piddling around while they squabble, I suppose. And definitely, no dirty old man still trying to get him some last whoopie while they were in heat.
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4 comments:
Aww, lovely stories about Brando and the other doggies.
And Ossie! Good lord, look at those abs.
Well, at least no tie dye cod pieces...
And aaaaaaw. Brandon's babies miss him. Poor guys. Give 'em a doggie treat from me. *puppy squeeze*
I know what you mean, Frey used to stalk me round the house. She'd even wait outside the loo for me! Try and sit on the shower mat and drink bath water if I was in there and when I read at night she'd pinch (a 40kg Malamute pinch) Steve's pillow and lie on the bed. He'd always grumble and yell to get off his nice pillow, but she was just such good company. Me and my shadow. I miss her heaps. Thinking of you and the pooches.
Lauren,
I'm into abs these days ;-). 300 started it, I think, ha.
Thanks, SQ, we all missed the old guy lots! Can't believe he's gone.
Sarah,
They are so like children and best friends all roll up in one, aren't they? Good times, good memories. You know if there's an after life, they will remember your love.
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