Vote for Gracie! (Thank you!)
Yesterday, my parents had to say goodbye to their sweet dog Benjie.
Benjie was such a good guy – he’s one of those dogs who makes people like me, who has no interest in having a dog in the house, change their mind. He came with them a couple of times when they visited us, and he was so sweet, he’d just sit there and watch the cats circle him.
The first time he came with them to visit us, a little beagle showed up, and they were immediately the best of friends, running around, playing together, even (if I recall correctly) curling up to rest together, too.
(The lady two doors down eventually adopted that beagle and named her Sugar.)
He was just a real character – everyone who met him loved him.
He traveled all over the place with my parents, and he was a good little travel companion and the best errand assistant.
He will be very much missed.
You didn’t think that Everett was the only jumpin’ Pepper, did you?
First, Everett displays the correct jumping form, while Molly gets into catching position…
Then Everett’s all “Remember, VERY IMPORTANT: Jazz Hands!”
“No, no, NO! You must BELIEVE that you can flyyyyyyyyyyy! Like THIS!”
“LIFT off! Like so!”
“Jazz hands like this? Am I doin’ this right?”
“Fly! FLYYYY!”
“This doesn’t feel right. You sure this is a real jazz hand? It feels awkward.”
“I am FLYING!”
Sally is awestruck. “Look at his FORM! The pointed TOES! My god, he’s PERFECT!”
Everett says “Yes! YES! That is perfect! Beautiful, perfect jazz hands! Pointed toes! You’re a natural!”
Harlan begins to lose his perfect form.
“Reach for it, Harlan! REACH!”
“I… who taught you the Invisible Motorcycle move? That’s far too advanced for your skill levels!”
“By god. Jazz hands with his BACK paws! He’s a prodigy!”
Later that day, Everett was walking along, minding his own business, when out of NOWHERE, smacking him RIGHT in the face…
Stupid feather teaser.
Charlie looks like he’s making fun of the size of Patty’s belly.
Charlie givin’ me the ‘tude.
Laughing at his own joke.
More attitude, while Patty’s all “Whuh?”
Judging by the look on Tommy’s face, there’s either a knife-wielding serial killer behind me, or nothing at all.
Previously
2010: We are some meatloaf-loving motherfuckers.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Little kitties on my desk top, little kitties made of fur and hate, little kitties on the gatetop, little kitties, not the same. There’s a gray one and a black one and an orange one and a calico, and they’re all made out of fur and hate and they look not the same.
2006: Hey, we’ll only be living here for another six months or so. Let’s BURN THOSE BRIDGES!
2005: Did I bring “a book” with me? HELL NO I didn’t bring “a book” with me – I brought FIVE books with me.
2004: No offense to you stoners out there, but the Warrens totally look stereotypical stoners.
2003: No entry.
2002: I think I’m going to start calling him The Todd.
2001: Does that kid’s face just scream “dilemmanated”, or what?
2000: No entry.