Things have been so serious around here lately that I thought I’d take the quickest minute to lighten the mood with, you know, puppy talk. I mean, let’s face it, I have 8 categories I use during my writings and, well, the vast majority of them are about Tom. What can I say; I dig the guy. The next most used stamp is about politics, under the category of Discourse. After that you get Pups (this one ❤️), Football (off-season 🙁), then Awards or Challenges (none pending 🤷), something about my Peeps (next week ☘️), my Archives (stay tuned ⏳), and some write-ups about the Books I’m reading (two in progress 📚). Time prevents much reading these days. I’ll work on that. Y’all are clamoring for reviews. Maybe.
But that’s not why you’re here today. You’re here today because you like dogs.
So let’s pup:
Deadpool has a dog! No, not this dog, and not this Deadpool, really. A hundred years ago, in the early 90s, Ryan Reynolds played Billy Simpson on the underrated Canadian teenage soap opera Fifteen and, right now (live!), my friend Paul is writing a reunion script (you gotta read!) for that very show. Well, in honor of some dog you may know pretty well, he’s named the adult Billy Simpson’s golden retriever Marvel! So, Deadpool has a dog. My dog. Only better behaved. Probably.
But, really, Marvel’s been a pretty good boy since his birthday, now 1 year and like 3 weeks old. About 90 pounds. He’s full of joy and light and follows us all around religiously and never lets us have peace in the bathroom. He’s a puppy, you know. And in 12 days he gets his thingees cut. You know. Cone of shame. He’s ecstatic about it.
But he’s not the only happy puppy in the house. Moxie, now 11 and some change, is big and fluffy and gray-faced and happy as a golden clam. The early light brought upon by daylight savings will slim him down and make him do the happy dance, since that means early morning walks. It also means more food, because of more exercise, and food makes Moxie happiest of all.
And, of course, who could forget the unforgettable Ludo. All full of nervous energy and (still) not happy a third edition has taken away so much of his ball time. But, he too is about to be ridiculously spring-happy by morning walks and afternoon ball runs in the massive park I bought them (and am soon to refinance). And hey, for the record, Ludo is always Free now. 😏
So there you have it, a quick update on the life of dogs. Incidentally, I got all three of ’em out together for the first time at the same time this week and, well…
Yup. 250 pounds of golden fluff dragging old Tom around the block. Good times. 😁
And that’s a wrap. No updates on me, the idiot president we elected, the cash-poor Rams, trophies, friends, books, or my blogging history. Not this time. This time is all about … them. 😊
See ya soon!