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She's really grown, Toos. She's adorable. Black labs are the best dogs of all the dogs. They're such good companions and such a mellow temperament. I have a female black lab and she's so sweet.
Thanks guys. I can't really take any credit for her. She's just my dog, and that's how she is. But I think she's good (when she's good).
She almost ran off to find Lilly this morning, but we played a little fetch and then the cat came around the back of the house and she played with her.
I think our bird is trying to mate with the other bird he sees in the mirror...which is, of course, a vision of himself. He's been humping the mirror frantically all day. At first I thought, "There is no way that bird is trying to make it with the mirror." But now I'm sure he is. There's no other explanation for what's going on in that cage.
Who else watched The Puppy Bowl? This year, in addition to the Kitty Cat Halftime Show, they had a blimp fly over piloted by hamsters and a couple of cute bunny rabbit cheerleaders, too.
We watched it. My daughter insisted that MISSterious's dog was in the Puppy Bowl. Not that a dog like him was actually in the game, but it was actually MISS's dog himself.
I think maybe Bubba's got some 'splainin' to do.
eta: Wow! That really does look like Bubba, black mask and all!
She told me to ask you how he got to the Puppy Bowl, and if you knew he was there, and if he liked it. She loved the fact that he kept challenging the much bigger dogs.
Is the video of the whole game online somewhere? I just saw a short clip. Tell your little girl that anything's possible, since I was out of town last week. Maybe my hubby and Bubba took a road trip and didn't tell me!
Which one was it? Bandit? Yums? Yums was my favorite and I was glad when Toby got taken out of the game. He was a little jerk.
I was glad when Toby got taken out of the game. He was a little jerk.
Yes, I hated so much about the things he chose to be.
So my grandparents used to have a little dog named Spot. And he died last year. So they don't have a pet now. They've sort of been talking about getting a new dog, but haven't yet.
There was this gray cat that was hanging around their house and Granddaddy told Grandmother she ought to start feeding it. (They feed the deer, turkeys, and birds at their house. Why not the cat?)
So she started feeding it. It'd come by between 12 and 3 in the afternoon, then come by later in the day, too. She said that in the early afternoon, she'd look a little rougher, like she just woke up, but later in the day she'd look better.
But the other day, she saw it late in the day and made some sort of noise that was too loud in the house. And Grandmother startled the cat and she ran off. And met the messier, morning cat.
Then sometime, a little, stripey cat showed up. She still hasn't named any of them.
It's strange that Grandmother has cats now, to us. She's always had dogs and hasn't had any cats in my life. But back in the '70s when my aunt was a teenager, she had a cat, named Miedo.
When they first got him, Grandmother told her she couldn't have a cat until she asked Granddaddy if it was ok. Aunty didn't ask Granddaddy, she just brought a tiny kitten home one day. So, she and Grandmother set his food and bed up downstairs. My oldest uncle had the downstairs bedroom and I guess he didn't know about the kitten (or at least didn't know Granddaddy didn't know about it). He came upstairs the next morning and the kitty followed him.
Grandmother was fixing breakfast and had Granddaddy's coffee on the island in the kitchen. She turned around and saw the kitten upstairs and called to my aunt. The kitten jumped up on the island and was taking tiny sips out of Granddaddy's coffee.
Grandmother thought my aunt walked in the room, but heard Granddaddy say, "Hey little buddy, what are you doing?" Then, he picked up his coffee and the cat and sat down, drinking the coffee, petting the kitten.
It's more like Gramother. But yeah. And sometimes Granddaddy is Graddad. But yeah. Those are my Dad's parents. Mom's parents are divorced and remarried, so we have Grandpa Jim & Laurie and Grandma & Dick. Grandma is also known as Gram.
When my great-grandmother (Granddaddy's mom) was alive, we had "Great-Grandmother" and "Regular Grandmother."
You can't call them by each other's name. They're separate, different people.
Huh.
My only living grandparent we call "Grandma Av". (Short for Avelene.) My grandfather on my mother's side was usually called "Pop" or "Himself". My other grandparents were either dead or out of my parents' lives before I knew them. I guess I have a hard time imagining calling someone "grandmother" because it sounds formal, but if it's what you do, it's what you do.
I guess it does seem that way, but it doesn't take long any longer to say than "Grandma Av" or "Grandpa Jim." I know that Great-Grandmother was Grandmother, but her in-laws were Grandma and Grandpa. I kind of wonder why they changed.
One of my cousins calls all of her grandparents Grandma or Grandpa. (Except Grandpa Jim. He still has the "Jim" tacked on. I don't know why.) A cousin on my dad's side calls his other great-grandma "Nanny" and his grandma "Nanaw." I don't know how he spells "Nanaw" but that's how he says it. He said that his kids are going to call his mother Nuh-nuh.
He said that his kids are going to call his mother Nuh-nuh.
I like, Nuh-uh. As in, "No."
Now that I think about it, calling your grandfather "Himself" is actually a little odd. We didn't really call him that to his face, though. I think my grandmother was "Herself", but since she died early I don't really remember. I do know that she was never, ever "bubbeh", unlike most of my other Jewish friends' grandmothers.
Hey, do you know how many [Jewish][Catholic][any other signifier] grandmothers it takes to screw in a lightbulb?
No, it's ok. I'll just sit here in the dark.
One of my friends had "grandma" and "fat grandma". Not to her face, though.
We just called them "Grandpa LastName" and "Grandma LastName".
My family does the grandma/grandpa and nan/pop pop thing, that latter of which I hate deeply, because of lame, but speak not against, because of don't want to appear crazy. It just irks me. Probably because the people who would have been my nana/pop pop died during Nixon's first term, and I didn't become self-aware until Watergate.
We've got a Grandma, Grandpa, Maw Maw, two Paw Paws, two Nanas and a Nonnie.
I like Nana best, but that's probably because both the Nanas are on my side of the family.
We just called them "Grandpa LastName" and "Grandma LastName".
I like this because it is what I grew up with and seems the most efficient. That way you don't have to invent new words like Nanunanu or whatever. That being said, my kids call my parents Grandma and Grandpa, and my wifes parents Nanny and Grampy. Both sets of the kids great-grandparents on my wifes side are still living, so there's some confusion there, but somehow we work it out.
We just called them "Grandpa LastName" and "Grandma LastName".
My mom called hers this. Dad had G'mother and G'daddy and Granny and (Granny's husband's name.) Dad's granddaddy was called Grandaddy, though. Only 3 Ds, not 4.
My understanding was always that the standard practice among people who weren't a million years old was to call their grandparents "Grandpa [Firstname]" and "Grandma [Firstname]", and my family was weird because we called our grandfather "Pops" or "Pop". I guess I was wrong.
So why don't you go sit in the wrong-chair and just simmer in your wrongness and ponder how wrong you are.