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It's been... oh, nearly a couple of months. I would love to tell you that I was extremely busy living life to the fullest during this time, but that would be a lie. Mostly I was busy 1) being cold (yes, Georgia winters are short, but I am a delicate flower and our brief very cold portions of the year always kind of sneak up on me), 2) baking things, because why not, 3) cutting my own hair (this started during the pandemic and as I am nothing if not lazy, I am slooooowly perfecting my technique, which mostly consists of a lot of swearing and getting hair all over my bathroom), and 4) dealing...

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Shih Tzu Nation

Good news: I'm back again, in under a month! With the words, and stuff! Bad news: Nothing interesting ever happens here except as it pertains to the dogs. If you aren't interested in dogs, first of all, what is wrong with you, and second, this is not going to be very interesting. When we last left off, everything was broken and/or deeply annoyed. Goose was in a cone and battling her mortal enemy, thrice-daily eye drops, and our house was presumably about to burst into flames due to faulty wiring, which would've been sad but also most of our electronics were already fried so, eh. We are now...

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Broken, precarious, neurotic, and/or furious

Look at me---it hasn't even been a whole month, and here I am again. Writing! Like some sort of... writer! Who does things with words on a regular basis! That's weird. Anyhoodle, here we are, having survived the holidays and *gestures vaguely* everything else, so that's good, right? I would love to tell you a fun story about how Goose has settled in to being officially ours by being even more ridiculous than usual, but basically she's just peak ridiculous all the time, so there's not much to tell there. I do hope to have a fun tale when the weather warms up, though, as her current favorite...

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Christmastime, gone to the dogs

A few weeks after we received Goose, and about a week after we said goodbye to Licorice, my phone started lighting up with messages from the rescue. Possibility of a owner surrender, yorkie/dachshund mix, 10 years old; could I take her? Otto has always said we have a two-dog maximum. Well. I had just one dog, now, and even I was growing tired of my moping around and spending all my spare time crying (side note: my parents were very much of the "shield young children from death" variety, and while I'm not blaming them for the profound grief I found myself mired in after Licorice died, allow...

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The very goodest girl ever

In retrospect, it's easy to see meaning in things where maybe there wasn't any, but that's the way we silly humans are, I guess. We need stories about our lives to make sense. We struggle to understand our experiences as cohesive narratives that follow some sort of reason. I know this. It does not stop me from doing it. And so I know it both to be true and probably not when I tell you that after the first couple of days with Goose here, Licorice---the dog who took several YEARS to warm up to Duncan, and who generally practiced disdain for all other four-legged creatures---took to lying down...

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*insert indignant bird noises here*

Licorice lasted about 2 weeks on her new glaucoma regimen before she started squinting again, and back to the vet ho$pital we went. They put her on a third eye drop, and so far, so good. So she now gets three different eye drops three times a day, but also they have to be given at least 5 minutes apart, so each dosing period is referred to as the Parade of Eye Squirts, but we've all acclimated. She doesn't mind at all. ("That's because she never sees it coming," explained Monkey with an arched eyebrow, proving that his comedic delivery remains unrivaled.) Chickadee and Sunny are coming home...

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Yo ho ho and a bottle of… kibble

In the continuing saga of "old dogs are old," Licorice has done her level best to fill the void Duncan left behind. (Understand that by "void" I mean "need for expensive trips to the vet.") I mentioned before that she had some accidents in the house (unusual for her), but---in the immortal words of Billy Mays---WAIT, THERE'S MORE. One day this summer, and honestly I can't even remember when, now, Licorice started limping. She was favoring her back left leg. We've always joked that Licorice is part gazelle due to her impressive vertical leap, and because she is an old lady now (you never...

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Not undead after all

I don't know how to ease into this so I won't. Duncan is no longer undead, he's just regular dead, now. And it feels shitty and morbid to put it like that, but I don't think he would mind. If Duncan could've spoken English I like to believe he would've cussed like a sailor and been very blunt. "Listen, I'm 207 fucking years old now. I can't hear. I can barely see. My brain's going and I piss everywhere and when you let me go, don't pussyfoot around it and say I 'passed on' or 'went forever to sleep' or anything. Just say I'm dead. But also remind everyone that I was a legend because I...

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Because we are all old

I swear I didn't mean to pop in three months ago, mention I was horribly depressed, tell a story about dog poop, and then disappear again. That's what happened, but it wasn't intentional. My intentions are always more like "I'll post this and then I'll get back to updating regularly, and with less angst" because hope springs eternal. Then life happens. You know how it is. The bad news is that it's been three entire months AND I'm not really even sure I would know how to live a life that is free from angst, so---intentions or not---my plan, such as it was, is not salvageable. Then again, if...

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