You have to laugh
May 7th 2011 10:38
Very funny
We had lunch with our dear friend Julia today.
Julia is a naturally happy person. She comes sheathed in an aura of positive radiance. She tells great stories about a life thoroughly lived. And when she laughs, the world laughs with her.
Julia is a true friend, and when we catch up everyone asks a million questions about what the other person is doing. Everything important, and not so important, in our lives is covered.
When we see Julia, it’s a thorough catching-up.
One subject almost didn’t get covered today, however. It was not until we were saying goodbye that Julia suddenly said, “How are the dogs?”
“Fine,” said Little Boss, “although Scratchy has had a couple of big seizures this week.”
“Seizures?” said Julia, looking puzzled.
“You didn’t know that Scratchy is epileptic?” I asked.
Julia shook her head, and we all looked at each other for a moment. What else is there to say?
“Perhaps,” said Julia, “you should call him Twitchy instead of Scratchy.”
We love Julia. We really do.
Just as well.
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Comment by Heidiclyde
Lynx becomes Cupcake, Scratchy is Twitchy and dopey old Clyde with his 3 toed feet and half blind eyes becomes Sloth? Or perhaps Bumbledum? I'm not so sure about Snoopy, we don't know him quite well enough but he did say he was blind so perhaps he should be Hawkeye?
Hey Snoopy, could you send Clyde some tips on getting around when you're blind? He is loosing his sight in stages, so things level out for a bit then he has quite a drop off and he gets really jittery for a while. He won't run around any more because he is scared of running into things and the other day he tried to jump into the ute after the Missus had shut the back. We thought he'd killed himself but he got up and was all right, very shakey though, the Missus thought he was suffering from shock so wrapped him up nice and warm, didn't put on our heated mat for him though so she couldn't have been too worried.
Teeth chatters to you all,
Heidi.
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You are so creative! I like Sloth and Hawkeye. But poor Clyde! Licks to him and teeth chatters back at you.
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Comment by Heidiclyde
This evening the family came home all excited to see Granny so Tiger Clyde got excited and so did our Clyde (aka Sloth) and he started to woof at Tiger Clyde then he chased him! All around the lawn and into the orchard, around and around with the rug rats laughing and laughing. I joined in and Tiger Clyde got a bit scared with the two of us playing (he's quite small for a boy hound) so he dropped out on the outside bed and our Clyde stood and woofed at him with his tail wagging, asking him to keep going.
The Missus thinks the light must have been just right for his eyes to see a bit better than normal but we are all so happy to have seen him playing properly again!
Big tail wags,
Heidi.
Geeze ut were bonza! Real good oh till ther twerp hit thu anchors. I were feelin as chipper as a rat with er gold tooth!
Listen but, orl this stuff abaht Tiger Clyde an White Clyde, ferged'ut! there's ony one Clyde an thut's me! I'm Clyde or ef yer wants ter go ther whole hog, Sweet Matt. Orl ther other Clydes is ring'ins. They're mongrels what'uv made away wiv me moniker ter keep in good with GAP un ut won't wash!
See yer rahnd ther traps,
Clyde.
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Hugs,
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Ther Missus ud made er new batch uv Beyleigh tucker with cheese in'ut. Beudy Mate!
Clyde.
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Once upon a time, when my epilepsy was young and the vet first handed the Bosses bottles of tablets to give me morning and night, the administration of said tablets by said Bosses was not a smooth and trouble-free process.
And so it came to pass that the Bosses in their wisdom said unto me, "Here, Scratchy, eat this cheese."
Of course, I realised I was being tricked - that the tablets had been pushed into the cheese hunks - but any thoughts of short-term resistance for long-term benefits were banished by the imperative of the cheese.
I must live with the consequences. The short-term gain has led to long-term pain, the Bosses having learned quite quickly how to prise open my jaws and thrust those tablets down my throat in a way which allows no resistance.
Clyde, mate, next time you get close to a piece of cheese, please, I beg you, say hello from me.
Scratch
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