Archive for April, 2012

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Of Evolution, Mass Murderers & Nursery Rhymes

April 23, 2012

My son took this pic for me when we were out running errands last fall. Notice anything ironicĀ  about it?

Dinosaur vs Christians — who will be the winner (winner, chicken dinner*)? Godzilla would be proud!

We don’t always remember (or are taught) the full version of nursery rhymes. Case in point (and one of my favorite examples): “Birds of a Feather”

Birds of a feather flock together,
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.

Which made me think of those two beacons of social justice/engineering, those two maestros of orchestrated death — particularly the “pigs and swine” line:

Che Hitler

So I united them into one image. Apropos, no?

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*Thank you, Charlie Sheen!

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And Now Our Hearts Are Broken

April 6, 2012

Earlier this week we lost Samurai Jack, our crazy little 13 lb. rat terrier. Feisty and smart and funny, we’d had him as an integral part of our family/pack since we brought him home as a pup in 2001 — a month after 9-11. My son was then six; he and Jack have grown up together.

One of the hardest lessons we learn as pet owners is this: There comes a balance due from the love, loyalty, companionship, protection and absolute joy the furriest members of our family bring to us. And that balance is a broken heart when we lose them.

Welcome to the pack, puppy!

Road trippin’ with the pack.

Having a blast in White Sands, New Mexico.

Exploring the woods with Mho in Flagstaff, AZ

Best way to keep warm in Hannigan Meadow, AZ.

Napping with the Big Dog.

Momma gets all the best kisses.

Samurai Jack.

Jack was also the star of several Youtube shorts:

Now something less scripted:

In Doggy Heaven, Jack, we hope you are wrestling with your brother-dog Mho, doing lots of tricks for lots of treats, going on beautiful Spring day walkies, chasing down rats, dashing after balls, and going on road trips with God (with the windows down) — who will then warmly snuggle you all night long. We will miss you so much, Prince Tiny Feet. R.I.P.