Vet Day with Chia and Clovis

I was looking forward to my monthly trip to the vet for Clovie's tooth trim.  It is always so entertaining. Clovis doesn't feel the same way, however, it's got to feel pretty darn good to get the two front uppers trimmed.  

Today, one of the receptionists had something special to show me, a one week old pup she is fostering. So cute! She and her five one day old siblings were abandoned at the local Safeway, lucky to have been rescued in time.

Her name is Chia, no idea what kind of dog she is. She was very active and and really looking for something to suck.  When I left she was getting her bottle.  If you turn up your volume you can hear her sweet little puppy noises.

Clovis was, of course, very good for his tooth trim.  If you watch and hear our conversation, we certainly meant no offense to anyone who lives in Oklahoma...

Gauguin

"Three Tahitians" - Gauguin 1899

The Seattle Art Museum is touting its latest exhibition, Gauguin and Polynesia: An Elusive Paradise.  This is the only stop in the US for this exhibit. I think anytime you have a chance to see the work of a famous artist you should take it. So we went.



I have never been all that fond of Paul Gauguin's work but art historians say it significantly influenced modern art, Picasso in particular. (That must be why I don't care all that much for his work - I am not a big fan of modern art.) I was very impressed with his carved wood statues. The exhibit included Polynesian and Maori artifacts.  The wood carvings were outstanding-some very intricate.  


Here's an interesting bit of trivia I learned about Gauguin - both his father and a son were named Clovis...

Discerning Palate

I am still so happy about the switch we made last year to the Oxbow pellets. Clovie, well, still not so happy. I compromise by mixing in a heaping tablespoon of his old favorite brand. One of these days I am going to run out and then what?  Heaven forbid he should be deprived. I'll probably buy some more.

He gets so darned excited for his pellets! He'll run around my feet as I'm filling his bowl then stop to bite the toe of my left shoe twice as if to hurry me up. Amidst his crazy eights, I slide my feet over to the rug where I feed him so I don't step on him and set his bowl down.

He dives in and his little head circles the bowl until he finds a piece of the old brand. I don't know how he knows the difference. Discerning palate I guess.  The same palate that leaves one little wilted piece of lettuce on the plate because it's a little too far gone.

Saturday Dialogue

Me: "Clovie, come out here so I can take your picture."
Clovie:  "Not now!"

Me:  "Now turn around so I can see your face." 
Clovie:  "I'm eating!"

Me:  "C'mon, do something cute for the blog."

Clovie:  "What's a blog?"

Me:  "Inspire me now, I know you can do it."
Clovie:  "Sheesh!"

Me:  "Clovie..."

Clovie:  "............"

Clovie:  "Get that thing out of my face!"

Me:  "Okay! Okay! Forget I asked!"

Dear Dad,

I cannot believe it has been a year since you left us. I miss you and think of you often.  Sometimes I sense your presence, behind me, looking over my right shoulder. It's comforting to have you there.

I know you must have held my hand when I was new born, when I took my first steps, or to keep me safe when we crossed a street. Remember holding my hand when you bounced me on your foot singing "Pony Boy" or did flips after dinner in the living room? 

I am so glad I had the chance to hold your hand as you were leaving.

Love you,
Sue