Run Free My Good Boy

I know I should have done better keeping up our blog and keeping in touch with our furiends in blogville...but life happened and I have no excuse.

Anyway, my beloved Edgar Dog has left this world. I can’t even describe the hole in my heart left in his place. I’m working hard to go through the motions and find joy in little things but at the end of the day, when it’s  deafeningly quiet without his sighs and snuffles and the tippity tap of his nails on the floor, I just feel sad. As I look for him so we can go to bed, and then realize that there is no “we” anymore...just me. Joey works restaurant hours and is gone most nights. It’s just me and little Memphis and after I put him to bed, and sit with my thoughts, I remember that I’m actually afraid of the dark...I’d forgotten for the last 12 years because I was never scared with Edgar. When I think that I’ll never hear him impatiently ring the bells to go outside, that Memphis will not remember him, that the black sweater wadded on the bed is not him, I can hardly bear it. I know one day my heart will heal and there will be more dogs to mourn, but today I just miss my Edgar.

Run Free My Good Boy

Edgar Osmond MacGregor

June 17, 2007 - November 14, 2019

Big Changes are a-Comin!

See that picture up there?  I was just a little puppy when it was taken.  Mum tells me that we are going to be having a new puppy in the house - a human puppy - and that I have a big job of being a big brother and protector.  I'm a little nervous, you guys...I hope I'm up for this task!  And still get lots of treats and tummyrubs.  Mum says some things will change, like I can't bark like crazy when dogs walk by the house, because the human puppy might be sleeping (we are working on this and I am doing good so far).  But mum reassured me and also says that I was her first love and so shall I remain...

Itchies.

A repeat of last fall. Mum thought my allergies were acting up. She gave me a bath with my special shampoo for the itchies. Then. She. Found. A. Flea!!!!!  Nooooo!!!! 

Now there is a frenzy of laundry going on before bedtime. The vet is closed, so Frontline or anything like that till tomorrow. DARNIT!

Wedding Day

We don't have the professional photos back to share yet, but here are a few snaps of Mum and the Fella's wedding...

Bells Will Be Ringing

I have some news for y'all!  

It's very joyful news!

One week from today...

Mum and the Fella are gettin hitched!  A Husker and an Aggie shall come together as friends.  I will have two peeps instead of one!  

Some of you may know that my Grampy's health has been very poor.  Mum gave up hope that he would be able to walk her down the aisle.  Then she started to question whether he would even be able to come at all.  Well, I am happy to report that after 6 months of being in the hospital or in skilled nursing he was able to go home last week.  He had a small health crisis yesterday, but is back on track and told all of his nurses that he need to get better and go home so he could walk his little girl down the aisle...and he's home now and resting so he will be ready!  

Dress Up For Whitley

For our furiend Whitley, who is at the bridge, Blogville is dressing up her honor. 

Happy Valentine's Day

From me to you: 

Awaiting a Blizzard

We don't mean the Dairy Queen kind either. We are in a Blizzard Warning here in Nebraska. Nothing has started yet & mum, being a lifelong Nebraskan says she will believe it when she sees it. Me and Charlie are just hanging watching for the first snowflake. 

StuART to Inspire Your Heart

In honor & memory of our friend Stuart, we are participating in the StuART Bloghop today. (We've never done a Bloghop before, so I hope my assistant doesn't mess it up!). Here's a StuARTSY selfie of me, hope you enjoy it!

Update from the Dogtor

First, the new Dogtor said she has always wanted a Scottie...so she's aces in our book already. Second, she said that my bump just looked like a cyst & she is not worried about. Since it's so close to my eye she just wants mum to watch it & if it changes in size or shape to bring me back. Or if it starts to bother me she can sedate me and take it off, but as long as it's no bother it's alright. Phew...mums heart started beating and she said she can breathe again. 

POTP

Hey y'all - my mum would appreciate it if you could send some Power of the Paw to me... See she found this ugly red bump and now she's scared. I go to the vet tomorrow to get it checked out, and listen to this...Dr. Tina RETIRED! We didn't even know till mum called and was told yesterday was her last day. Mum is very sad about that and doesn't know what she thinks of seeing a new Dogtor. She really trusted Dr. Tina. Here's a picture of my bump...

Please excuse my eye boogies. Mum found dried blood in my beard which is what caused her to notice them bump. She's hoping and praying it's nothing serious, but she tends to jump to the worst case scenario. 

Merry Christmas

From me, Mum & the Fella, and little Charlie Cat too, Merry Christmas & a Blessed New Year

Merry Christmas

From me, Mum & the Fella, and little Charlie Cat too, Merry Christmas & a Blessed New Year

Run Free, Stuart

We have no words today for our sadness at the loss of our dear furiend, Stuart.  He was our first furiend here, mum followed him before she even brought me, Edgar, home.  Please say a prayer for Stuart's peeps, for as much as we shall miss him, we know they will a thousandfold.

The Water is Hot...

So, ummm...I got into some hot water, and I think it's totally mum & the fella's fault. See, I have a habit of getting into the garbage. Mum has combatted this by shoving the garbage can into a corner and using a baby gate to keep me away. Well...after Thanksgiving, she moved it all to load the dishwasher. And the fella had not taken out the trash with all the turkey guts and gore in it. Well...what do you think happened?! 

This happened. And then This:

Yep...that's the remains of a turkey carcass...on the big bed. Mum and the fella also discovered hidden bits all night long...a drumstick buried in the couch cushion. Turkey skin buried in the Christmas tree skirt. And when they went to bed...turkey. In the bed. Under the covers. Buried. Yep - I'm in pretty hot water. Add all of that to mum's freak out about me not supposing to have cooked bones for splintering and such...I'm not sure how to get back in their good graces, because mum also took me with her to pop into work today to meet her new friends there...and I, uh...I pooped on the floor. Any ideas, furiends? I'm in the dog house. 

HUGS to our PUGS!

This is for Stella-Rose, Maggie-Mae, Gussie, Deb and Butch.  Butch was hurt real bad in a work accident and has been in the hospital for 87 days and Deb and the pups have been real scared and missed him being home.  So we are joining in Hugs From Around the World sending them big hugs and POTP.  

You can go visit them here.  They have some real GOOD news to share today!!

Ready For My Close Up

Mum and the fella are getting their engagement pictures taken (finally). Mum says I have to have a bath and my furs combed because I get to be in them too!!!! I think I will even be okay with all that because I have an important role to play showing off my peeps in their pictures. 

Do you think this is close enough?

Maybe I Rolled in the Wrong Yard...

I went to see Dogtor Tina today. The Fella took me while Mum was at work. It was not exactly the news Mum was expecting. Yes, Dogtor Tina suspected allergies. But she said it was an allergy to... FLEAS!!!!!  I. Have. Fleas. My furiend Bentley was right-y-o. Fleas. Dogtor Tina gave the Fella stuff to put on me and some pills to take, and another batch of everything, but in cat form, for Charlie, just in case she got them too. Mum is washing all of our bedding and her & the Fella's bedding too. I can't believe I got fleas!  Hope y'all will still be my furiends - I don't think fleas can travel over the interwebs...

Miserable Monday

I will spare you the gruesome photos.  There is something in the air making me itch and scratch and chew and itch.  When mum got home (from her fabulous first day at her new job) she noticed that I had chewed myself bloody down near my tail. Before I could hightail it outta the room she was on the phone with dogtor Tina. Now I have an appointment tomorrow. The Fella is taking me. I'll likely get steroids and perhaps in antibiotic to fix me up. Drat!!!  And after she got off the phone she threw me in the tub for a "soothing" shampoo...soothing my foot!

Remembering 9/11

I know I told y'all that Mum was on a trip.  Well, she went to New York City.  On her last day there, her friend took her to the 9/11 Memorial Site.  She said that she instantly got chills, that it was as if the place itself held residual energy of the event and all of the emotions of everyone in that place - just radiating in the air.  She was also struck by the sheer number of people there paying tribute - people who spoke different languages, old people, young people, people of color, Christians, Muslims - everyone - all Americans, together.  Paying tribute and mourning together. These are some of the pictures she took.

This is one of the two reflecting pools that exist in the foot print of each of the Twin Towers.  There is water that flows down the sides to the middle and then flows down deeper inside down the middle of the pool.  Mum read that the water falls 30 feet down, and that the pools qualify as the largest water falls of their kind in the US.

Around the edge of each reflecting pool are the names of all of the victims of the attack.  The planners of the Memorial took great care in honoring families' requests of grouping people together, etc.  Mum began to cry when she saw a woman's name followed by "and her unborn child".  When it is a person's birthday, a white rose is placed in their name to honor them.  It broke Mum's heart that there were some victims that never even got to have a birthday.

This is the new One World Tower.  It stands 1,776 feet tall (not by accident).  Mum and her friend went up to the observation deck and it was very amazing.

Engine House 10 stands catty-corner from the Memorial site.  This was the fire station that was home to some of the First Responders on the scene.  This poster is on the side of Engine House 10 and is a picture of all of the First Responders that lost their lives on September 11th, 2001.

This plaque is next to the above picture on the side of Engine House 10 and is a tribute to those who died.  You can see in the pictures some of the small memorials and tokens that were left.  Mum wonders what it looks like today, and imagines that there are many more tributes left on that ledge.

When Mum found out she was going to NYC she was most excited to see the towers of light from the Memorial in the night sky.  However, her friend told her that the towers of light are only lit on the night of September 11th, that they are not on year-round.  BUT, when Mum and her friend rode the Staten Island Ferry, they looked up and the towers were lit!  Her friend later read that they were on as a test to make sure they worked properly for the Anniversary.  She was delighted, and knew she was meant to be there in that moment.