Sunday, August 17, 2008
To us outsiders, Baxter's partying seemed to be of the happy-go-lucky, nobody-gets-hurt variety. While other canines got kenneled, Baxter always appeared to have a healthy penchant for following the rules. When she wasn't busy taming her rambunctious backyard sticks, Baxter's life consisted of licking faces, riding in the car, and practicing her bark.
Obviously something darker was going on amidst all those brindle-furred mellow good times. The only comment from Baxter, who's said to be in good condition at an undisclosed healing facility, has been to issue this statement: "I respectfully ask that the media allow me to receive care and heal in private during this difficult time."
It's unusual that a dog in her prime should suffer such a dramatic meltdown. A suicide attempt, if in fact that's what happened, signals that a person is in the deepest kind of pain. While it may be a surprise to those of us who know her only by her twinkly-eyed jumpy persona, Baxter's crisis probably didn't sneak up on those close to her. And the canine and her loved ones likely won't return to the good life quickly, either.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
...and played charades (this one was "kangaroo"):
susan picked the first two zucchinis of the season
as margie made sure they were ok to eat.
susan remarked, "wow i've gained a lot of weight!"
to which margie replied, "you ain't fat! you beautiful!"
then, susan went inside and modeled
some of late grandma patricia's jewelry
(and found out those 5 holes up one earlobe still can hold an earring!)
at last, they snuggled up on the bed
and had a good sleep
(while the mischievous man of the house
snapped photos and sat insomniatically awake all night).