10 posts tagged “dog”
Bentley and I are doing some fundraising for Woofstock 2007, a big Basset "waddle" that is set to take place on May 19. The proceeds from this event all go to support New England Basset Hound Rescue, and their efforts at finding homeless and needy Bassets in New England the foster and forever homes they desperately need.
As you've probably gathered if you've read my blog in the past, Bentley is a rescue Basset himself, and I couldn't be happier to provide him with his forever home!
I've set up a fundraising site at FirstGiving to try to collect money to sponsor Bentley's attendance at Woofstock. Any money you donate through my FirstGiving page goes directly to New England Basset Hound Rescue. If you're able to lend a hand, any dollar amount, no matter how small, can help a Basset in need!
Visit http://www.firstgiving.com/bostonbasset to make a gift to NEBHR in sponsorship of Bentley! It's secure to donate online using this site, and is tax-deductible!
Thanks very much!
I took a bunch of photos while walking with Bentley in Menotomy Rocks park yesterday, and this was my favorite:
Show us something you hold dear.
Submitted by Cindercone.
... of the duck kind.
The park and pond were very still today. Strangely, the ducks all silently glided over to stare at Bentley and me, the only non-duck visitors at the time. It was almost creepy; first one came, then another, and another, and another, and they just kept on coming.
As you can see, Bentley stared back. He was quiet for a minute or two, and then started to get freaked out by it, and began to growl.
It only snowed for a couple of hours, and only lightly at that, but it was enough that Bentley really did get his first snow experience! He ate some, of course, and romped in it a bit, and it collected all along his long long back. Once inside again, he ran around the house, full of exhilaration!
Wow, has it really been a month and a half since I've had a chance to write even the smallest smidgen of a post for this blog? Yes, I guess so, and this will be only the briefest of hellos, before I dive back down into the busy depths of work overload, and settling into a new life on the East Coast.
10:13 means it's time to wake Bentley from his nap to go for our last walk of the night, and then to bed.
Bed, I can't wait. I am drawn there as quickly as possible most recent nights, by the book I'm reading: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, by Haruki Murakami. Its cover blurb from some major newspaper calls it "dreamlike and compelling," and it really doesn't disappoint. I love how it tends to mimic the very feeling I get when bumping around in the cobwebbed hallways of my head on my way off to sleep, halfway conscious and meandering. There's something sinister about it too, which keeps me on the proverbial edge of my seat. I always want to know what's through whatever strange door the protagonist will open next.
10:20 means it's time for me to say that it's highly likely that Bentley finally will get his first snow accumulation experience tomorrow morning. Only an inch or two, but, that's quite a bit more than he's ever seen. Two weeks ago we did go out at 4:30 in the morning in New Hampshire, a very cold, quiet, and moonless night, in a light snow. But, Bentley was sick (hence our pre-dawn excursion), and paid no mind to the icy precipitation.
10:22 and I'll assure you all that I'm absolutely fine, I'm really enjoying adjusting to life here in the Northeast again, and that I'll check back in again sooner than later.
10:23 and there's time for one digression: Bentley's doing quite well too, with the exception of a recent stomach ailment. We're on top of that though: back to the vet tomorrow for another check-up, and he's being fed like a king, with boiled hamburger and warm rice. Mainly, he seems to love being around his pack (aka me) all the time, and we've found a fantastic park that we go hiking around in (off leash!) just about every day for an hour or so. Check Flickr for some cute shots of him dressed up in safety orange, taken while we hiked together from Sky Pond to Bald Ledge, in New Hampshire!
10:30 and I'm off with B for that now overdue walk!
I made it, and hopefully, so did my stuff! Theoretically, it's been in a warehouse somewhere in the Boston area for two weeks already.
For those of you curious as to how move preparations are going, they are in fact going as well as might be expected, but that's not stopping the panic from setting in. Today was the first day I actually heard it in my own voice, as I discussed my doings with a colleague.
Just something I said today that I liked the sound of.
Why am I posting so damn much to this site today? Well, because the little buggies that invaded my throat and chest have, unfortunately, turned the tide to their advantage for the time being. I've been lying low all day, and yet am again running a fever. All I can say is, "go fever go!" One of my advantages is that I am not just a single-celled organism*, and because of that I have enough intelligence to know that higher-than-normal temperatures will help kill the little buggies!
It's a regular love-in here on the couch, with Bentley's head in my lap, which is soothing in some respects, but his body heat is just adding to mine, and being that I'm trying to use a laptop, the addition of a 60 lb. Basset Hound to my immediate environs is making it hard to type. He's groaning softly on every exhale, demanding lots of ear-scratching and chest-rubbing. When I stop, he tilts his head so far back to look at me, it's like his neck is double-jointed. My stretch limousine of a dog is taking up two thirds of the available seating space, and so I'm relegated to stretching my legs out onto an ottoman. It's okay, he's worth it, even if he does drive me to distraction at times, and is on a mission to put me in the poor house.
* On the Internet, nobody knows you're an amoeba.
