The Further Adventures Of Doctor What And The Andalusian Dog

…with a guest appearence by Terry Gilliam

January Ends

January is just about over and I have to say, I won’t miss it. Daisy dying kinda put me into a strange place.

1: It has taken until last night before I could take much of a walk at night. It still doesn’t feel right, but it’s easier than a couple of weeks ago.

2: My LJ posting has been pretty sparse and not terribly creative. I seem to be getting my stride back, tho.

3: Our dire financial situation hasn’t helped my emotional state much. The day job is only slightly (like, $12.00 a week) better than collecting unemployment.

4: I have not been able to remember most of my dreams. For me, that is quite unusual.

I suspect things will improve greatly in February, especially after Dundracon. See, Dundracon helped me deal with my dad’s death, 25 years ago this Feb. 15th. The next year, 1985, with the first anniversary of his death coming up, a friend dragged me to the con (before that, I had only dropped in for a few hours at Dundracon 3 or 4…can’t recall which, cos I was intoxicated) and I had a good time. By the next year (when I missed the con due to…a more interesting gig), things went easier. From 1988 on, I have not missed a Dundracon. So this year, at the con, when I take my annual few minutes to think of Dad, my Uncle Robert and Roscoe, I’ll add Daisy to the list…and I’ll be ok.

But I’m sure as hell glad January 2009 is history.

R.I.P. Daisy Cross

…my old walking partner

My dear friends,

At 8:30 this morning, our vet confirmed our worst fears: Daisy’s tumors were malignant and fast growing. At 11:30 this morning, after taking one last very slow walk and a drive around all of our favorite streets, Daisy was relieved of her suffering by our vet, Dr. Richards.

At 2:00 pm, Daisy was laid to rest in a nice secluded spot way up in the mountains. Our wonderful neighbor, Suzanne and her dog, Clancy, were there with Grace, Winker and I.

Daisy was a part of our family for just over 2 years. She will be in our hearts forever.

Goodbye, Daisy. You were a very good girl. We love you.

Fuck You, 2008

My friends,

I’ll cut to the chase here: Today, we will find out if our sweet girl, Daisy, has cancer. On Friday morning, I’ll find out if I have cancer.

If I have it, there will be an operation to remove my prostate and then whatever else needs to be done. All paid for by insurance.

If Daisy has cancer, it will mean that she will be put down within days. Not only would treatment for two tumors )one on her eye, one on her rectum) be dangerous to her health (due to her heart murmur and other factors), it would just plain be way more than Grace and I could afford, with no guarantees of her survival. Lest anyone think that putting a dollar value on a life is cruel, be aware that it is not something we like, nor is it something I have not done to myself.

If we don’t have cancer, we are both still looking at operations, with Daisy getting the more complex ones. But she will get them, if that is the case.

I am not worried about myself, that is not my way. I am very worried for Daisy. If we lose her, it will be a very hard hit on our little family.

So, if you have any good thoughts, vibes or prayers to spare for my girl, please send them out. Thank you.

The Eerily Self-Referential Story Of Mostly Purple Patty And The Mostly Purple Patty Story

…featuring her pet siamang, Jeff

Ok, so it’s December 1st, the real start of the Holiday Season. I hate the Holiday Season in general and Christmas music in particular, but I rather do like the following variation on a popular Xmas tune. And yes, I did post it on this very LJ way back in 2004.

The Twelve Dog Days Of Christmas
Words by Roscoe T. Dogg (1990-2005)

“On the first day of Christmas, my humans gave to me…a tree on which I could pee!”

“On the second day of Christmas, my humans gave to me…two pounds of meat and a tree on which I could pee!”

“On the third day of Christmas, my humans gave to me…three cats to woof at, two pounds of meat and a tree on which I could pee!”

“On the fourth day of Christmas, my humans gave to me…four yummy bratwursts, three cats to woof at, two pounds of meat and a tree on which I could pee!”

“On the fifth day of Christmas, my humans gave to me…FIVE BUTTS TO SNIFF, four yummy bratwursts, three cats to woof at, two pounds of meat and a tree on which I could pee!”

“On the sixth day of Christmas, my humans gave to me…six beds to sleep on, five butts to sniff, four yummy bratwursts, three cats to woof at, two pounds of meat and a tree on which I could pee!”

“On the seventh day of Christmas, my humans gave to me…seven bowls of dog rice, six beds to sleep on, five butts to sniff, four yummy bratwursts, three cats to woof at, two pounds of meat and a tree on which I could pee!”

“On the eighth day of Christmas, my humans gave to me…eight bitches in heat, seven bowls of dog rice, six beds to sleep on, five butts to sniff, four yummy bratwursts, three cats to woof at, two pounds of meat and a tree on which I could pee!”

“On the ninth day of Christmas, my humans gave to me…nine cars to ride in, eight bitches in heat, seven bowls of dog rice, six beds to sleep on, five butts to sniff, four yummy bratwursts, three cats to woof at, two pounds of meat and a tree on which I could pee!”

“On the tenth day of Christmas, my humans gave to me…ten pounds of hot dogs, nine cars to ride in, eight bitches in heat, seven bowls of dog rice, six beds to sleep on, five butts to sniff, four yummy bratwursts, three cats to woof at, two pounds of meat and a tree on which I could pee!”

“On the eleventh day of Christmas, my humans gave to me…eleven kids to pet me, ten pounds of hot dogs, nine cars to ride in, eight bitches in heat, seven bowls of dog rice, six beds to sleep on, five butts to sniff, four yummy bratwursts, three cats to woof at, two pounds of meat and a tree on which I could pee!”

“On the twelfth day of Christmas, my humans gave to me…twelve bellyrubs, eleven kids to pet me, ten pounds of hot dogs, nine cars to ride in, eight bitches in heat, seven bowls of dog rice, six beds to sleep on, five butts to sniff, four yummy bratwursts, three cats to woof at, two pounds of meat and a tree on which I could pee!”

In other dog related news, after 2 years of living here, Daisy finally unpacked all of her stuff. I helped, so imagine my surprise to find her framed graduation certificate from Dogwarts School of Bitchcraft and Woofery! We are very proud of her. Apparently, she is a pretty good friend of other Dogwarts alumni such as Gromit (whose Dogwarts pic you can see at the beginning of “Curse of the Were-Rabbit”), Harry Pupper, Hermione Greyhound, Ron Westie and Luna Labrador. That’s my girl!

The Rather Scandalous Tale Of Mostly Purple Patty And The Old Man Who Lived In A Tree

…co-starring her pet codfish, Emerson

A rainy day here in Sacramento…wife abandoned me and the hounds to use the college computer lab…watched an old Doctor Who episode from Netflix (“Black Orchid”, with Peter Davison as The Doctor)…read three more Jeeves stories…puttered about the house in a househusbandly manner…cooked a totally delicious dinner…ate said dinner with the spouse upon her return…watched the two hour premiere of “Legend of the Seeker” and cringed all the way through it…goofed off.

Daisy is doing much better today. She’s eating well and pretty active. Her blood test results came back and the vet said that they all looked good, except for a low protein level that was most likely from not eating well due to being sick.

Not sure what’s shakin’ for tomorrow, but considering our impoverished state of affairs, I’m guessing it won’t involve spending much money.

Thrilling Garden Adventures!

…none of which are mentioned in this entry

It was rainy and cool last night…very overcast and not quite so cool most of the day…and now it’s overcast, warm and windy. Thus comes late fall/early winter to the Big Tomato.

Took Daisy to the vet today. Forked over $210.00 for blood tests & antibiotics. Test results will be in tomorrow. The poor girl is feeling a bit better, but is still a sick pooch. We could ill afford the $210.00 hit, but in choosing paying bills over My Girls, the bills always lose.

No Halloween shit going on here tonight. No money for candy and, besides, I’m a balls out or nothing kinda Halloween person. I did make a very nice large sign for out front that says “Sorry kids, but no candy this year.”

Grace just called to say they had a big party at work with lotsa yummies, so she’s bringing me home cookies and cake and what she called “a chocolate CHOCOLATE pudding”. I told her she was the best wife in the universe and if she every gets cloned, I’ll marry the clone, too.

And now, I’m off to give my sick hound a pill.

Apocalypse Cow

…I love the smell of milk in the morning.

Our girl Daisy is still sick, so I’ve set up a vet appointment for Friday morning. Couldn’t do it sooner…no money in the bank. I hope she doesn’t get worse in the next day and a half.

So, no David Tennant on Doctor Who after the 2009 specials. On the one hand, that sucks. On the other hand, it’s probably time for a new Doctor anyway.

Saw my doctor today, now that she’s back from maternity leave. Was given a tetanus shot because I’m high risk for infection, got a the annual referral to my dermatologist, got a physical scheduled and, just as icing on the cake, there’s a colonoscopy in my future. Oh, and when I revisit the urologist on the 17th, I’ll be finding out what’s the next step in dealing with an enlarged prostate gland. Lucky me, eh?

And now…dish washing. More blogging later.

A Square Pig In A Round Hole

…aided by bacon grease, no doubt

Hey, yo! If you have not yet taken The Latest Brewerton Village Poll, then click that link and do it, homie. You need not be one of the villagers to join the fun.

It has been pretty warm here lately…in the mid-80′s. This is good news for those of us of either a sun loving or garden addicted nature. Me, I’m both, so I’m loving it.

Daisy, who has been suffering from an upset tummy these past few days, is now feeling much better and is her sweet and active self again.

I don’t know about you, but the meltdown of the Republican party in general and the McCain/Palin ticket in particular has filled me with a warm fuzzy glow. I do so love it when those miserable conservative motherfuckers try to claw their way out of a shitstorm by turning on one another. I can hardly wait for the election day purge to really get them eating their own:)

For reasons unknown, when I got up this morning at 5:00 a.m. to give The Girls their first breakfast and take them out for a pee break, I decided to go online for 90 minutes. Obviously, my descent into madness still has a way to go. Anyway, I was back in bed by 6:30 and My Sweet Little Golden Shouldered Parakeet Of Cuteness let me sleep until she left for the computer lab at American River College, around 9:00.

And now, I’m off to walk dogs and garden and other stuff. Take that poll, laddies and lassies, or you’ll regret it. Maybe not today, but soon, and for the rest of your lives.

The Kitty Cats Brew Up Some Beer

…fish flavored beer

Woohoo! Daisy and I walked 3.7 miles in 1 hour and 20 minutes tonight. Pretty good, seeing as how half of the route was uphill and Daisy likes to stop about every 15 feet to either pee or sniff something. By the time we got home, we were, you should pardon the expression, dog tired.

Dorsey The Fence Makes A Bad Business Decision

…and ends up on the run

Hi there! My allergies have lessened up on their assault, but I’m still Mr. Sneezy. So, instead of writing an entry for this morning, I’ve let Daisy and Winker do it.

Daisy: Woof! Wiff, wuff, bark, bark. Bark, ruff, ruff, woof? Whine, bow wow, wuff, wuff! Woof, woof, bow wow, wuff. Bark, bark!

Winker: Wiff, wiff, woof! Woof, woof, whine, bark. Wuff! Bow wow, bow wow, ruff. Woof, woof? Rrrrrowf!

More bloggage later today.