The Boo and Herself

Mister Boo and Herself enjoy a tender moment.

Oh, happy day. Mister Boo loves himself an auto trip, and if it takes him anywhere near Herself, well, so much the better.

The vet has given the Boo the all clear, though the one-eyed little stinkbug still has some meds to finish up. I passed the doctoring off to Herself and got back to paying work between forays into the Realty Jungle.

It helps to remember to fetch a mouse and SD-card reader along on these little junkets, which of course I did not, and if I have to keep working a trackpad and uploading photos via telepathy for much longer I will require a trip to the vet myself.

The good news — well, besides the Boo’s eye injury being healed and his reunion with Herself — is that we have finally made an offer on a place after examining eleventy-seven of the sonsabitches and are awaiting further reports from the front. More as we learn it.


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14 Responses to “Reunion”

  1. Libby Says:

    Terrific photo! Great news about Boo and the house. Take care with those very long drives. Good luck!

  2. Pat O'Brien Says:

    That’s great news. Duffy also prefers a softer and less bony lap, unless I am the only choice. Hope the deal goes through slicker than a peeled onion.

  3. khal spencer Says:

    Good news indeed. I tried to call you on the old Bibleburg phone line to ask where the house is, but got one of those “this phone is no longer in service” messages. So where is the potential new Dogpatch?

  4. Sharon Says:

    He looks really happy. It’s so fun to watch dogs and cats interact with their human staff. We love our kitten to pieces.

  5. Marc Greene Says:

    How the hell did an ugly, insolent, dissolute, snarky button+pencil pusher like you end up with Herself?! Although I’m a bit old for matchmaking, I’ll bet several/many would attend any workshops you might offer in Duke City.

    I look forward to your input about that Spanish bike race.

    In fact, I’m working on an anthem, but have not gotten very far.
    It starts with a Bette Middler soprano.
    “Vuelta Dawn, what’s that flower you have on?
    Could it be a faded rose from old Castlle?
    [Accordion riff from W.A. Yankovic]
    “O woe the house of Phil and Paul
    When LUG’s text still keeps us all
    Attending through the long pursuit
    Despite the lack of sustaining loot.
    Oh gods, that spark the cyclist’s vein
    Bless LUG and PO’G who once again
    Make poem and prose from all the nuts
    Bring shared joy to all our guts.
    Oh Heavens, bless both MONS and MOTS,
    And all those else-damned mortal sots
    Who make comedy of the cycling drama
    And who comment without a useless comma.

    [Sorry: been reading too much (if possible) 5th Cent. BC drama. If you wish, please share this with CP. I’ll kick in enough for a very good bottle as soon as my social security check arrives.]

  6. Larry T. Says:

    Good luck with all that non-fun stuff, especially the buying of houses and moving into and out of them. I hate that even more than yardwork!

  7. Jon Paulos Says:

    They both look pretty happy. Funny how we perk up when our companions of the other species are around after an absence. I noticed that when the wife took the kids to visit her mother a few weeks ago. Our three furry turdbuckets decided to act up, but were very welcoming when she returned home.

  8. khal spencer Says:

    So does Herself like working on the Dark Side?

  9. hurben Says:

    You Sir, are one lucky dog! (so’s Mr Boo).

  10. Steve O Says:

    There’s a theory about dogs operating in a unique place in the time-space continuum. They have no internal chronometer, so if you’re gone for 5 minutes or 5 months, they act exactly the same when they see you again.

    Cats, on the other hand … They can tell you exactly how long it’s been, to the second, since you let them out, cleaned their litter box, freshened their water.

    Or, in my case, how long it’s been since I tried to shove Gabapentin down her mullet.

    • Marc Greene Says:

      Dear Steve O,

      I hope you mean gullet, rather than “mullet.”

      The latter is a greasy fish, or a hairstyle so bad that LUG and PO’G threatened to inflict it on children unless contributions were made to their coverage of cycling’s Grand Tours. I just contributed, even though I’m child-free.

      I appreciate your distinctions re: feline vs. canine interior chronometers. Dogs’ joy seems the same after five hours or five years. With cats, it’s rarely joy. They seem the same after five hours. After five days, they will pretend that you never have existed.

      • Steve O Says:

        Siri was so proud of herself for spelling gabapentin correctly, she fell asleep on gullet.

        (I love it when siri hears something not even close to what i said, subs a made up nonsensical word … and then has the audacity to pretend I mispelled it!)

    • Pat O'Brien Says:

      Dogs have masters; cats have staff.

    • Ira Says:

      “Dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them’s making a poop, the other one’s carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge.”

      ― Jerry Seinfeld

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