October 6th, 2009

Day 6: The Alarmist (A Series of Haikus)

Our bed is broken
Our mattress is on the floor
Sleep the college way

It feels kind of fun
“Our lives could change like the winds.
We have no mortage!”

Lasts a brief bit then
Disturbance on the calm pond
We have a problem

The gross mists every
God-forsaken morning now
Dog-tongue to the face

All for getting up
And not really squeamish
But jolting awake?

Must hand-craft a bed
Out of truest bamboo or
Hit up Ikea

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April 13th, 2009

And the Cat’s in the Cradle and the Silver Spoon….

Lilly turned one-year-old today! Approximately anyway. We got Lilly on June 13th, 2007 2008 and when we took her for a check-up at the vet a few days later they figured she was about two months old.

Here’s a picture of Lilly from just before we took her home:

And here’s a picture of her today:

Somebody got a special dallop of peanut butter after this picture was taken!

(It was Steph. That woman loves her treats.)

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July 29th, 2008

Bloodthirsty Liller

They’re all over, people. The days of having a fantastical blend of the two most desirable breeds of dog ever are all over. The days of parading my Lab-slash-Boxer down the street and meeting people and, when they ask what kind of dog I’m walking, staring off into the distance and proclaiming “a Lab-Boxer mix” are all over.

I took Lilly to the vet two weeks ago for her very first check-up (as our dog). She behaved commendably and was found to be in perfect health. I was taken aback slightly, however, when it wrapped up and the veterinarian hadn’t mentioned how I was the lucky owner of a fantastical blend of the two most desirable breeds of dog ever.

“So what type of dog do you suppose she is?” I fished around nonchalantly as the vet and her assistant lifted Lilly off the table.

“That’s really hard to say,” the vet responded.

The SPCA told us Lilly was a Lab-Boxer mix. I accepted this as truth because those people see every conceivable concoction of dog all day, every day, so they should know, right? But more importantly I accepted it because it just made so much sense to adopt an animal that was a combination of such great breeds. Having just completed Lilly’s top-notch physical and feeling in decent form myself — a young man, active and svelte from walking his Lab-slash-Boxer all over creation — I announced “The SPCA told us Lilly was a Lab-Boxer mix,” trying to keep my heading-into-the-Golden-Future-Barack-Obama gaze short, as I knew our time in the feces-stained exam room was up.

The vet and her assistant exchanged knowing glances. “The SPCA tells everyone that!” the assistant exclaimed to the vet in exasperated surprise, as they both knelt down and scratched my dog, who was suddenly looking slightly more mangy.

Hehe. Wha?

The assistant turned to me. “If the SPCA doesn’t know what breed a dog is, they just label them ‘Lab and Boxer.’ People think ‘it just makes so much sense to adopt an animal that is a combination of such great breeds’.”

“If the SPCA doesn’t kno….” Wait…. Wha?

“If she came from the SPCA…” the vet paused and searched my face for a certain level of open-mindedness, which apparently she thought she saw, “she’s got a good amount of Pit in her. Then maybe some Lab and Boxer. And who knows? Maybe four or five other breeds.”

I hadn’t considered the possibility that my dog was part Pit, and though I’m a largely accepting and tolerant person, I must say that I have an old-fashioned (i.e based mostly on fifth-hand accounts and superstition, but steadfast nonetheless) prejudice against Pit Bulls. I mean, these are Pit Bulls, right? Yeesh.

“But that doesn’t mean anything’s wrong with her. Pit Bulls are actually very sweet if you raise them properly” the vet said, taking an excerpt from the paragraph-long answer that Pit Bull owners have to give you when you ask them what kind of dog they have. You know the one.

“Hehe,” I think I said, as I subtly backed myself up against the wall, avoiding eye contact with the wild animal the vet had just finished petting, who was trying to scratch behind her ears with her hind legs and repeatedly losing her balance. I was the owner of this mauling machine!

That night, as I watched her lug her 12 pounds of fury around the apartment from on top of the kitchen table, I made a break for it and grabbed my laptop. I escaped with my life, as Lilly was mostly invested in chewing her plastic squeaky squid we had bought her at Target. She cast her steely gaze in my direction, but for whatever reason decided not to tear me into puppy-kibble sized morsels and eat me for supper. I noted that whenever Steph strolled in from the other room to grab a book or CD, she was left unscathed as well.

I had to investigate this “…she’s got a good amount of Pit in her. Then maybe some Lab and Boxer. And who knows? Maybe four or five other breeds” thing further.

Here’s what Lilly’s looking like these days:

Here’s what Google Images pulled up for “Lab-Boxer Mix.” (You have to admit, these are really close in appearance to Lilly. Of course, these dog-owners could be wrong about their dog’s breed too.):

Here’s a “Lab-Pit Bull Mix.” (Hmm….):

On the left is a pure Pit Bull, which doesn’t really resemble Lilly, but also isn’t as ugly or as mean-looking as I thought Pit Bulls were. On the right is a “Boxer-Pit Bull Mix” (Hmm….):

Here’s a “Boxer-Pointer Mix.” (Lilly often lifts a front paw and points to things.):

Here’s some of what came up when I just typed in “dog.” (Those last two look just like her!):

Conclusion: My dog is a mix of every breed of dog in existence, ever. Including Pit Bull. But that doesn’t mean anything’s wrong with her. Pit Bulls are actually very sweet if you raise them properly.

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