Hello, all! I hope everyone is doing well. My life is still a roller coaster, but at least things are moving along. We’ve moved into the new house and gotten rid of the two old ones, and it’s my greatest hope that someday we’ll clear out :devchesscoach:’s family’s crap sometime this year so we can finally put our stuff away. Not to mention getting everything we want to donate OUT OF THE FRACKING HOUSE! Anybody need a fridge?
The good thing about his family leaving the stuff in the house is the treasure. We’ve found so many things that we could sell, but also sentimental items, collections, and office supplies out the wazoo. We will never have to buy paper clips again. Plus, she left us a sewing machine and a plethora of thread, yarn, fabric, yadda yadda yadda. I’m going to have to learn to sew.
Sasha is growing up fast, and she’s absolutely the sweetest thing. We recently got her spayed, and the Cone of Shame didn’t slow her down for a second. She has weird sleeping habits, though . . .
I got a new toy–a Canon EOS 250D camera!!! I’m going to start playing with it today, and I’m hoping to upload some fantastic (or at least halfway decent) pics in the near future. Wish me luck!
Also, I’m still working on my controversial ESO time travel fanfic. It’ll be a while before I post it; I’ve started too many fanfics in ESO and just sort of abandoned them, so I want to get a good bit of the story under my belt before I start posting.
That’s it for now. I love you guys, and I will talk to you soon.
Gambit, when he was alive, would “sing” along with the Jeopardy! theme. The music would start, and he would howl like you wouldn’t believe, stopping occasionally to look back at my mom, who would tell him how lovely it sounded. Then he would start again. Up to now, that was the most original thing a pet I’d had ever did. Until Harley.
I know people have talked about pets watching TV, but I’d never actually seen it. But here she is. I cast my computer monitor to the TV, and she will watch me if I’m playing ESO or something with a lot of movement. Or she’ll just sit next to hubby and me when we’re watching a show. That’s an adventure in and of itself, because our couch isn’t very big.
This is what happened the other day when we were watching a YouTube video of funny Great Danes. Mr. Bill was unimpressed.
We lost Sugar a few months ago. She had incurable cancer, and treating her, even just keeping her comfortable, was going to cost thousands of dollars, so we had to let her go. But she had lived a good, long life, most of which was with us. She was fifteen years old, and we had adopted her from friends when she was two.
I held her till the end, and then I cried my eyes out. But I’m a big believer in the Rainbow Bridge, and I know she’ll be waiting there for me.
Sugar is 15 years old now, but I wouldn’t call her an old lady dog. She still chases the younger dogs around the back yard at high speed and jumps a foot or so in the air when it’s time to eat. She’s a good girl.
Shh, Whisper... 