Comments on: Thursday Night Basset Blogging

By: cbl2

cbl2 — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 18:01:19 +0000

ps, forgot to mention that if I could ‘talk purdy’ I’d make the point of how gorgeous Fenway truly is – neither one of you sound like ’show people’, but if he’s within an inch of the standard, I’d be trotting him around the ring every week end

By: cbl2

cbl2 — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 17:58:46 +0000

believe you are correct MrsT. if I hadn’t become as virtually attached to you as your boyz through your gracious comments, I’d be lusting after the former cowboy

Mr TBogg – good on you for bringing Satchmo home – bet it helps with the healin’ – it gives this Satchmo gurl some comfort

By: MrsTbogg

MrsTbogg — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 04:44:19 +0000

Awwwwww shucks guys…thanks for all the nice comments. And Ferrari, we both hit the jackpot!

By: LittlePig

LittlePig — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 18:29:31 +0000

Lord, T, what are you feeding Fenway? That seems like remarkable growth even for a basset. You slipping some Miracle-Gro in there?

That boy is going to be huge(r).

By: Ferrari

Ferrari — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 16:17:15 +0000

Would it be terribly out of line for me to say you seem to have hit the jackpot in every way? Beautiful wife, wonderful canine companions, amazing daughter and mind sharper than a Hattori Hanzo sword. In my wildest dreams, I couldn’t make out that well. You’re truly blessed.

By: puravida

puravida — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 13:07:23 +0000

Hmm, does this mean we can look forward to Friday Morning Basset Porn Blogging soon?

By: JimTourtelott

JimTourtelott — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 11:38:30 +0000

Man, you must have something going for you to win the love of a woman with that much legs and the affection of at least four bassets.

By: CCinNC

CCinNC — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 10:41:11 +0000

Dayyum, Fenway is packing. Or does he always wake up with a boner?

By: teff

teff — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 09:25:05 +0000

I’ve been planning to mix my cats ashes with mine one day, too–most people think that’s weird, so it’s nice to see I’m not the only one who wants that. (Our lawyer didn’t want to include those details in our wills. Go figure.)

For me, mixing our ashes one day just mirrors our lives together, so intertwined, or at least all those times warming their fannies was more important than whatever territory issues they might have had and we all curled up together under the comforter in the wee hours of the morning. Who doesn’t want that to last forever?

By: dsidhe

dsidhe — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 08:55:52 +0000

We’ve got the ashes of Cypress (I hope cat people can play too). They sent them home in a very nice jar. It was mostly because I didn’t want to imagine what *else* they’d do with it, honestly. She wasn’t a plays-well-with-others type, and I think she’d have loathed a communal grave with other cats and, God forbid, dogs. They did ask if we wanted some of her fur, that I turned down because I didn’t want anyone shaving my poor, pretty baby like she was some kind of meat product. The last night we had her home, I spent on the bathroom floor with her because that’s where she wanted to be, and I clipped a little fur from her tail, which I’m glad I did because she really did have lovely fur. Better me than some random person, though.

I admit I slept with her favorite cat toy for two weeks, until my partner got sad about it and found me a plush black panther. And I admit we’ve kept her straggly favorite blanket. I’m going to use it as pillow stuffing when I get some nice fabric. Laugh, but it’s what I did with my grandmother’s quilt when it fell beyond repair as well.

The ashes sit in the closet, still in the pretty bag, with the lovely cards the clinic sent us. I cut up the envelopes and folded them into origami cranes, and a few of those sit with them. The rest went into the fishbowl of cranes we took to the doctors who gave us longer with her, and far better time, than we ever expected to get when they told us what was wrong with her. We asked them to try to remember her when they looked at the cranes.