April 10, 2010
Posted by Cassandra at April 10, 2010 10:01 PM
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The bestest buddies you could ever have!
Thank God for giving us dogs. They teach us so much.
Posted by: kbob in Katy, Republic of Texas at April 11, 2010 10:55 AM
Where puppies congregate, willows don't weep.
Posted by: Boquisucio at April 11, 2010 12:50 PM
Is there a new addition or two to the home?
Posted by: Pile On at April 11, 2010 02:53 PM
This is just an old picture I found of Sausage and our beagle. But I promise that if we do get a puppy, I'll send lots of pictures :)
Posted by: Cassandra at April 11, 2010 03:23 PM
That beagle looks a LOT like the one our Cortland NY SPCA has up for adoption!
Posted by: nan at April 11, 2010 05:11 PM
Posted by: Pile On at April 11, 2010 08:58 PM
Once I had a beagle. I was a little boy then. His name was O.B., short for "Odd Ball" because he bore no black. He followed me everywhere, day or night, no matter how far I ranged.
He was a nightmare to my father, for he was always fighting with bigger dogs for the right to a certain female who lived nearby; I hate to think what my father spent on his vet bills, even after he was fixed. Yet he relented nothing, and was ready to go fang and claw against ten dogs, each twice his size, before he would lay aside his claim to his lady.
Quite a dog! Better than many men.
Posted by: Grim at April 11, 2010 09:17 PM
what a beautiful picture!
As I was leaving the Milblogs on Saturday night, there was an old gentleman in the lobby who had a grown-up beagle and a very young beagle puppy, Zha-Zha... I spent probably 10 min playing with her... had to leave after she started eating my ponytail :o)
Posted by: olga at April 12, 2010 10:52 AM
Posted by: Cricket at April 12, 2010 12:03 PM
Olga, I saw that guy on Friday night. The puppy was ADORABLE - she had that whole "puppy belly" thing going on.
Nice man, and nice dogs.
Posted by: Cassandra at April 12, 2010 05:43 PM
Beagles are a big dog in a small dog's body. They have such big spirits, and they are full of joy and gentleness.
My little Sausage routinely went after Rotties and Bassetts and all sorts of dogs far bigger than he was. As he got older, he calmed down quite a bit. It was mostly protectiveness. But he didn't take any crap no matter how much bigger the other dog was :p
Posted by: Cassandra at April 12, 2010 05:46 PM
Yanno, if Cass actually decided to get a puppy (or two), it would be really cool if she would let us, Villianous Company that we are, name it for her. No kidding. In fact, I've already got it worked out to become the biggest web event of 2010. Here's how:
First, we find a heart-tugging picture of the cutest, most precious little ball of canine fur ever, and post it as "Dog X," nothing else. Let folks warm up to the cute little fuzz ball before we go for the purse. (It could be an ugly puppy, I suppose, but it would have to be really ugly. So ugly that people would bid simply because they felt sorry for Cassandra and her ugly dog. Not exactly the happy-faced mood I'm shooting for here.) A couple of days later we announce that VC is accepting bids for the naming rights to "Dog X."
Now, we all know that Our Hostess is far too refined to to put a Pay Pal button on her masthead, and with 37 daughters still to marry off I can't afford to engage in a bidding war with you rich Republican fat cats anyway. So rather than doing it along the lines of commercial naming rights (a la Monster Park, FedEx Field, CITI Field, Sally Field, etc.) all of the bids must be made in the form of a promise of some sort - a promise to do a particular act or deed. Something nice: write a letter to a troop in Afghanistan. Something special: wash old Mrs. Magoo's Buick. Something odd: translate "there was an old man from Nantucket" into Erdu. Something important, or not so important, but something you promise to do in exchange for being allowed to name Dog X "Fillibuster" or "Visa" (because he's everywhere you want to be). It's all on the Honor System, of course, but if you fail to carry through on your promise, Pile On will visit your house to remind you.
Each promise allows you to nominate two names for Dog X. A highly respected panel of judges, selected by an impartial Virginia attorney from among those submitting excellent promises, but really bad dog names, will then select from the entries the top ten names for Dog X, which shall be placed before the villainy for a vote. The person submitting the winning name gets a stuffed marmoset and the rest of us get a waggly-tailed mascot.
Seriously, what average dog-loving sap could pass up such an opportunity? Remember how you wanted to named the family mutt "Thor" but the kids cried so hard thatyou wound up having to walk a black and brown "Snowball" every night for 14 years? Well, Bucko, here's your opportunity for revenge! Make the right promise and Cassandra could be saddled with a dog named "Schadenfreude."
(Not that there's anything wrong with that!) In any case, the name we pick will only be the dog's blog name. His or her secret identity will be as secure from the Company as Cassandra's own. Trust me!
The only detail that I haven't yet worked out is how to convince Our Hostess that this is the best idea ever and she should go get a puppy tomorrow. Of corse, she could just get a picture of a puppy, and it still works!
I sense big things, folks. Really big things.
Posted by: spd rdr at April 12, 2010 06:37 PM
Posted by: Don Brouhaha at April 12, 2010 07:34 PM
Oh first entry!
Posted by: spd rdr at April 12, 2010 08:12 PM
spd, I love it :)
At any rate, it would be hard to come up with a weirder name than "Sausage"
Fang? Beowolf? (misspelling intentional) LARS????
Those were the choices when we brought a certain dachshund puppy home for the first time :p
Posted by: Cassandra at April 12, 2010 08:20 PM
I am NOT naming my puppy "Huh???"
Unless, of course, it is male :p
Posted by: Cassandra at April 12, 2010 08:30 PM
The only detail that I haven't yet worked out is how to convince Our Hostess that this is the best idea ever and she should go get a puppy tomorrow.
I would dearly love to get a puppy. It is too quiet around here.
But I can wait a while longer.
Posted by: Cassandra at April 12, 2010 08:32 PM
I was once stationed with a CW2 whose dog was named "Dumbass" and yes it prounounced thusly. It was funny when the MPs were rolling thru the junior officer ghetto at Ft. Whatever and the CW2 would stick his head out the door and yell "Hey Dumbass, it's chow time." The dog would come running and the MPs would always stop.....
We boat people have a sense of humor.
Posted by: kbob in Katy, Republic of Texas at April 12, 2010 08:44 PM
Cass, last time, we waited. And one day I said "Let's go look....we found a little black and tan cocker spaniel girl who was the runt of the litter and the breeder was going to put her down. The pup started tugging at my bride's shoe laces and even though it had been too short a time, we didn't think we could let her just be killed because she wasn't some show dog.
In the 9 years we have had her, she has made us smile and broken our hrat when she broke her back coming down the stairs. Thank God for VPI (pet medical insurance) and the School of veterinary medicine at Virginia Tech. I know her time is shorter than we have had and it makes me sad. So we play like there is no tomorrow. And we are together as much as we can be.
She trusts us to take care of her and do all we can for her; she gives us unconditional love. What a deal.
The more people I meet, the more I love my dog! I wish I could take credit for that line, but it is so true.
Hang tough Mrs. Marine. You will know when the time is right. And you will be blessed again.
Posted by: kbob in Katy, Republic of Texas at April 12, 2010 08:58 PM
Posted by: Cricket at April 12, 2010 09:00 PM
in the above, that was "...broken our hearts..."
Should proofread better. I knew what I meant tho.
Posted by: kbob in Katy, Republic of Texas at April 12, 2010 09:01 PM
They don't make camera shutters fast enough to catch a beagle tailwag without a teensy bit of blur...
Posted by: BillT at April 13, 2010 07:20 AM
As I recall, our lovely hostess is waiting till the Unit comes home to help pick out said K-9. But Cass, you want to let the Company pick names? MUHAHAHAHHA!
I mean, yes... that will do nicely.
I mean, with such possibilities as "Trivet", "Marmoset", "Hecuba" (mother of Cassandra) and so many others... yeah. You might want to think thrice before letting this crowd name your dog.
Posted by: MikeD at April 13, 2010 09:25 AM
Posted by: spd rdr at April 13, 2010 10:14 AM
Oh Lord :p
I am in trouble now. I wish I did have a puppy - I'd let you all name it just so I got to read your responses!
Posted by: Cassandra at April 13, 2010 10:42 AM
Cass, your dogs are cute. Sausage has lots of personality. However, Ben is much cuter!
Posted by: Mark at April 13, 2010 01:16 PM
spd rdr! That's my dog. He demands compensation.
Posted by: Mark at April 13, 2010 03:38 PM
What a face, Mark! :)
Thanks for the story. I'm a big believer that things happen when it's the right time. Your pup sounds wonderful - may you have many years together.
Posted by: Cassandra at April 13, 2010 03:45 PM
Cass, we have more puppy pix. Please indulge me with the monster pictures.
Posted by: Mark at April 13, 2010 05:14 PM
Mark, I can only see the middle one.
Posted by: Cassandra at April 13, 2010 05:19 PM
What? I can plug all the URLs. What's the deal? I don't know what to say.
Posted by: Mark at April 13, 2010 10:22 PM
Maybe it was just a server glitch - that happens sometimes. I'll try again and let you know.
Posted by: Cassandra at April 13, 2010 10:31 PM
You will have to admit that is a very handsome dog. He is also known as the swamp thing. Chuckle.
Posted by: Mark at April 13, 2010 10:47 PM
He is a manly beast :p It worked this time!
Posted by: Cassandra at April 13, 2010 10:53 PM
Good lookin dog there Mark!
A little over a year ago, we lost the last of our dogs. My wife had all three prior to meeting me, and the youngest died at age 14 (the other two died at 13 and 17). Last October, a friend at work had found a cat walking around her neighborhood obviously hungry and un-owned. She took her in, fed her and immediately discovered that this "kitten" was going to be a mom. Shortly thereafter, the cat had a little of two kittens. As near as we can tell, she got pregnant on her first heat, before she was even a year old.
Well, homes were found for the kittens, but the momma cat had no home. My Lovely Bride was always afraid of cats, but had warmed up to the calico another friend of ours had. She missed having dogs in the house, and I kind of talked her into letting us give a home to this kitty.
She's a little tortoise shell polydactyl cat. And she has filled the hole in our hearts since losing the dogs. I've always loved cats (and dogs, and pretty much every animal), but this is my wife's first cat. Just the other day, she asked me "why didn't you tell me cats were so great?"
I firmly believe that pets make us better people. At a minimum, they make us happier people.
Posted by: MikeD at April 14, 2010 09:58 AM
Oh! I found one of her with one of her kittens before we got her:
The male kitten got the polydactyl, the female kitten did not. Oh, and yes... the shame... my kitty was an unwed teenaged mother!
Posted by: MikeD at April 14, 2010 10:02 AM
Cats can be incredibly affectionate. Our grey tiger cat (Phred) was a real hoot. He was the most laid back cat ever: he used to lie on the kitchen floor and let my parents "sweep" him across the floor with a broom.
He liked to be vacuumed, too.
We had a Siamese growing up who used to take off like someone had lit a firecracker under her every day at 5 pm. We never did figure out why, but she would run frantically around the house often ending up on top of the LR curtain rod or on top of a door. Never did figure out how she did that.
Anyway, as much as we travel a cat would make more sense for us but I'm allergic to them.
Posted by: Cassandra at April 14, 2010 10:46 AM
Cass, get a puppy. Once they are through their screaming and howling at 6-8 weeks raising them is a snap. Crate train the little monster and life will be good - especially for travelling.
MikeD has a cat with personality. My dog has the bad habit of chasing cats. He is trained to ignore rabbits and such in the field, but cats are a target. I have told the little old lady behind my place to keep her cat up, if she doesn't want a bloody mess. I'm not sure what the idiot dog would do if he caught the cat, but it would not be pretty.
Dogs are amazing. My 90# Chesapeake is a hunter. When I don my goober Ben Davis work pants, it sets off a riot. The dog goes nuts. We shot about 150 pheasants last year. It is expensive, but there is no finer pleasure.
Posted by: Mark at April 14, 2010 01:08 PM
Isn't it illegal to shoot peasants? Torch them maybe, but shoot....oh wait....PHEASANTS. As Emily Latella would say: "Never Mind."
Posted by: kbob in Katy, Republic of Texas at April 14, 2010 05:43 PM