Because some of you asked what I'm dressing up for this Halloween, I'm putting this post out there early. More than likely I won't be dressing up for the actual day of Halloween.
This is what I went to the pre-Halloween Halloween Party down in Little Rock as this past weekend.
Timely and topical. And yes, I have no class.
And speaking of class... here's the Husbear:
Get THAT out of your head.
Until next time...
Griz and the Husbear.
Our oldest dog, Griz, died sometime last night, October 12, 2009.
Griz was laying there when we found him this morning like he was asleep. Which I guess is the way we wish we could all go when it's our time to begin the next stage of the circle of life.
As of late we could see that Griz was getting on in years. He used to go for walks with the Husbear down our country road. Over time, he wouldn't walk as far and would wait for the Husbear to come back. Eventually he would just hang out at the end of the driveway and wait for the Husbear.
For the last week or so we knew his time left with us was short. He wouldn't eat much. He'd just sleep, or lay around and watch us. We'd go sit with him, pet him, and talk with him when we could.
I have to confess that a few nights ago I sat with him and cried for a while because I knew he wouldn't be with us much longer.
We went to the shelter looking for a puppy on February 02, 2004. There were quite a few puppies to be had, but there was one large adult dog who looked very... sad. I helped talk the Husbear into adopting him. I told him that people would adopt puppies, but no one would probably adopt an adult dog. So we rescued him from the shelter.
We found out during the adoption process that he was scheduled to be put to sleep that week if no one adopted him because he had been there several months already.
The vet thought he was about six years old when we rescued him. That would put Griz around 12 years old or so when he died. We feel proud to have given him both a second chance and hopefully a great life.
Griz wanting his belly rubbed.
Griz,
You were a great dog. You will be missed.
Love,
Your daddies.
Until next time...
First, the pictures we took during Southern Decadence are viewable in our flickr "Southern Decadence 2009" photo set. I was going to post some of them here, but since they're all over there already, that's just as easy. Because I'm lazy.
Now that we've returned from New Orleans both the Husbear and I are ill. He has the flu. His symptoms started Monday night—our last night in New Orleans—which made for an interesting 11-hour car ride home the next day. Mine started after we returned home. I have the flu, strep throat, and an ear infection. Triple whammy for me, and I was the "good" one this trip!
Back to lying on the couch I go drifting in and out of consciousness.
Until next time...
The Husbear and I made it back from Southern Decadence in New Orleans after being there for a week.
Working on uploading pictures now. And laundry. And taking care of the Husbear who is now ill.
In the meantime, here's a shot of the Husbear... with clothes on. A rare sight indeed in New Orleans.
Until next time...
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