I guess.
I still don't really feel like blogging. This was supposed to be my smartass blog. Not my serious stuff blog, and certainly not my mourning beloved pets blog. But I need to post something, if only so that picture of Lexi isn't the first thing I see when I come here. As much as I like that picture. She was still a puppy there, and it seems like yesterday.
So here's a picture from my Thanksgiving. (Well..., the day before.)
I have to tell a couple more pet stories, then I'm done. For a while. I promise.
I may have mentioned that we stole dognapped adopted Lexi from my stepson. Not long before the picture in my last post was taken. He was very strict with her. No table food, no begging. But after she came down here the Late Robert Goulet broke into our house and spoiled her. (We didn't do it. And if you don't get that joke, go to YouTube and search for "Keep Goulet Away." Trust me.) She had never had a bone..., until her first Thanksgiving with us. We had a spiral sliced ham. There was quite a bit of meat left on the bone. My wife took her outside and let her have it. Of all the things I wish I had video of, that tops the list. I didn't know a dog could do an end zone dance. She held that bone up like an academy award and danced across the back yard.
Seems like yesterday.
Now for Bandit. I've told you Bandit was the smartest cat I ever knew, and I told you about the attic stairs. But a few years back my wife brought home a laser pointer, one of the ones designed to torment your pets. I had the other cats running around like ..., well, like cats. Lexi almost tore the carpet out trying to get that little red dot. Bandit watched for a little while, looked at the dot, right in front of her, followed the beam up to my hand, and looked at me knowingly as if to say "yeah, right." Oh she slapped at it a couple of times just to humor me, but she knew.
I actually started writing a blog for November 1st back in May. On November 1st our three remaining cats were 10 years old. When I started that blog I had no idea they'd be our only pets then. They're still kittens to us, but now they're 10 ..., I don't even want to think about it. The day they were born was also the day I received the third degree in Freemasonry. A coincidence that I find interesting. Then, November 2nd was our 11th anniversary.
I may get back to blogging regularly after the first of the year. We'll see. Anyway, I can retire in 422 days, so you kids get off my lawn.
