Valentine's Day, 2012

my boyfriend, Otis, on Valentine's Day.






My other boyfriends, Rusty ("Little Man") and Browser.

Otis Does Toby: FAIL!

The problem, Otis, is that Toby, for the most part, eats food and doesn't need his stomach pumped.
Take it from me, next time you see rat poison, STAY AWAY!!!!

On a similar note, today I saw a bumper sticker that said "My Golden Retriever is Smarter Than Your Honor Student." I thought of Otis (who is a golden retriever), and felt it should say "My Golden Retriever Is Smarter Than A Dish Towel."

Bunch of People Who Died, Died...

1. Smokie. The sweetest rottweiler ever. He loved to be near people. It hurt to leave him.

2. Otis. Too young to die. He had the same kind of cancer that Tucker had. He was a wise man.

3. Bandit. Damn! You lived to be an old cat. Shy, but old!

4. Malachi. Your heart was too big and full of love. It was sudden, and unexpected.

5. Joy. You skinny little thing, with a big loud voice! I know how much you loved your mother! Send her another kitty soon, she is so lonely without you.

6. Bijou. I especially loved your big black nose! You were a lucky dog to have the mom you did!

You were all special, and not one of you will ever be forgotten.

Here Comes the Bride... And Her Dog.

Otis the golden retriever in the bow tie, accompanies his mom on her special day.


Browser the bearded collie, kisses his mom at her wedding.

AND WHY NOT????

Hooray to the brides, and their awesome husbands.

Not Again

Otis.
A grand old guy, only not too old. About 7 years old, give or take a year. (Isn't it enough I remember all their names?--the ages change every year, and i have well over 100 pets to keep straight).
Otis now has cancer--the same kind Tucker has. A tumor (or tumors) in his leg. Tucker's got them in both front legs. Otis has it in one leg.
Treatment is to amputate, and then do chemo. That extends his life by about a year. Maybe a year and a half. Without it, the tumor(s) grow, the bones become brittle, the life expectancy is cut down to less than half that.

Let's hope that old saying about things coming in three's does not pertain to this. Cancer is a bad, bad thing.

Meet Otis

Otis.
Pet his head!

Newbies

Max and Otis.
They're cute.