Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Or the fish tank, whichever you prefer.
Here are the fish--1, 2 and Quasimodo (so named for his tumor), swimming happily in the BPA-rich environment Preston picked out. We took great care in arranging the orange rocks in a natural formation and distributing the plastic vegetation substitutes on either side of the tank as well as placing the large, noisy pump directly in the middle of the largest flat surface--all to satisfy the laws of Feng Shui. Zen achieved!
Upon sensing a change in atmospheric pressure, or seeing a form (human, canine, lotion bottle or otherwise), approach their tank--the fish surface and ask politely to be fed. This happens more frequently for Quasimodo than 1 and 2, as his tumor is in his field of vision and he sometimes mistakes it for a food-bearing phenomenon.
No worries, I throw some pain meds in the water every few days and stir thoroughly with a whisk. Quasi is feeling just fine, and spends his days therapeutically re-arranging the orange rocks in the back corners of the tank. It has given him a sense of purpose that 1 and 2 lack...
And now that you have explored the fish tank with me, don't you feel complete?
Monday, April 20, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
...he took to this egg hunting like a duck to water...
...Jaxon had to perform a tricky maneuver to get the last one...
...then he took his loot inside to indulge in some OCD, toddler-style.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
There have been big improvements, fellas! Big, cushy red couches and out with that sad desk and chair, in with big comfy chair and ottoman and lap desk where I can work and blog in comfort. Gone are the days of Hendrix lounging on the couch, and in with the dog bed, on the floor, where he belongs.