Today is my dad’s birthday.
Here he is winning the Rhode Island Jr. Chamber of Commerce Golf Sportsmanship Award in 1959.
He’s in a seersucker suit, and that’s my dearly departed grandpa Wallace cut off on the left behind him.
Of course he won this award, he is the most right-minded, selfless, even-keeled person you could ever meet! The other kids never had a chance.
Happy birthday Big Papi!
today is the day our little sugarsnickers turns 1. it’s also the day nachodoggy would have turned 12.
we were kind of hoping for a mini-nacho, and she has kind of delivered.
she does a couple things that nacho did, that the other dogs do not do.
she runs right down to the river and swims in circles in the exact same spot nacho used to do it.
(see nacho swim in circles)
the other dogs wait on the bank until we throw something. nacho and sugar really seem to enjoy swimming, and get in for the joy of swimming.
if she is too hot on a hike, she lies down.
(nacho did the same thing)
of course, she is her own dog. she is so round, it’s like she’s made out of beach balls. i don’t know if it’s a female dog thing, but to me she is the shape of the olympic rings.
she is in love with pouncey. she follows him everywhere. she is constantly thinking of new and creative ways to vie for his attention.
she gets herself uphill from him and lets loose.
she is not afraid to jump on the couch for a snuggle.
she is calm and gentle, she wags her tail when she meets new dogs and people, and she will come, sit, and lie down when she feels like it.
mainly she is just a little skunk who fits in riiiiight there.
happy birthday, sugarchunks! today you will celebrate with a meatball!
this is a momentous day for 2 reasons: 1) i survived; and 2) the daily puppy re-ran pouncey as their puppy of the day!
sitting in 9th grade biology class, we were talking about diabetes and the teacher mentioned sufferers may have a shortened lifespan. at this moment i was struck with the feeling i, myself, diabetes-free, would die at 38. i have not obsessed over this, but i have remembered it vaguely from time to time for the past 23 years. i am glad to say my premonition was horseshit! i made it!
now go over to the daily puppy and give pouncey 11 biscuits…again.
happy 11th birthday to eli! aka scoobs, brownie brown brown, and fats brownino.
a more dignified animal you’d be hard-pressed to find.
he will be having sauceless meatballs to celebrate.
happy birthday you lovable knucklehead!