In Memoriam

“You've given your heart for a dog to tear.”
–Rudyard Kipling, The Power of The Dog


“Be thou comforted, little dog, Thou too in Resurrection shall have a little golden tail.”
–Martin Luther

Cub Poppy Forbus

2000-2008

How I'm doin'

Well, The Typist and The Alpha are still paying a whole lot of attention to me. They're glad I'm taking my pills with peanut butter again instead of protesting, but they won't just let me eat chicken. There's this icky stuff that we brought home in cans from the vet. If I don't eat it on my own (which I don't), they make a milkshake out of it and help me eat it. I don't particularly like that part, but I put up with because I really am starting to get hungry again.

Yesterday I decided I like treats again, so that was kinda fun. Also, somebody I've never even met called The Typist to see how I was doing! That was really sweet of her.

The Typist is still telling me I'm God's girl, but that's old news. I've always known that.

Glimpse of Grace

This bunny isn't named Grace. This bunny gave us a glimpse of God's grace, in the finding, the sheltering, and the setting free.

Another note from The Typist

Hey there... just wanted to let the blogosphere know that Cub isn't doing so well right now. Her liver disease seems to be getting more aggressive. The Alpha and I plan to do whatever we can to keep her comfortable. Hopefully she'll be back to blogging in a day or two.

Prayers are much appreciated. Again, and still.

Messing with my thumb-havers' heads

Some would say I'm behaving more like a cat than a dog lately. You see, I've decided I don't like my special menu anymore. Well, except for the bran flakes and the chicken. I love bran flakes and chicken. But I'm finished with eggs and cottage cheese and wheat bread. I just am. Who knows? Maybe I'll decide to eat regular chow again. You never can tell with me.

RGBP Big Event: Geocache Internationale

Hi, The Typist here, with another interruption of the dogblog to share some more about the RevGals' Big Event. (I pull rank now and then; it's one of the many benefits of having thumbs.)

So... if you know The Vicar of Hogsmeade, you know about geocaching. Trust me: this is a good thing! Here we are near the start of our morning in Cozumel:

(That was the part where we were going the wrong way. Which was perfectly fine; after all, we were on an Adventure.)

Then we got closer to what we were hunting:


See that cap in the lower left corner? It's on The Vicar herself, our illustrious leader for this endeavor.

And, after much careful searching (along with some toes in the water and a nice rest at a patio table), we found the cache!


As you can see, serious geocachers never go barefoot while on the hunt. The rest of us were along for the experience, and a lovely one it was. (If you click for the larger version and look really closely, you can see will smama's blister a few inches from her tattoo. Both accessories were hard-earned.)

So, while it may be on The Vicar's official log, God Guurrlll, will smama, and I also share the distinction of being international geocachers now.

Thanks, Vicar!

RGBP Big Event

The time on the ship is over, but I do feel as though the rest of it is just beginning.

I'll be reeally late for work if I blog all my thoughts this morning, but I do have time to share a photo...


Only one of these is permanent, but they're all "real."

As has been said by St. Casserole and many others: Love ya... mean it!