Monday, December 31, 2007
For me, it was an irritating year. There was Social Security chasing me, the ulcerative colitis, and losing my job. But these are receding, as I think I am at a satisfactory conclusion with the government, the medicine has corrected the UC, and I did not care for the company that employed me at any rate. These things aren't terrible, merely annoying.
Tougher things happen to others. Take Patti's mom: the fire and now her fractured hip. Those things are bad. yet her mom has remained positive, slightly tempered now by her very sore hip. Yet all things have to be placed in the correct perspective.
We are here, and I am surrounded by a great family in good health. With this, everything else is managable. We have the opportunity to fight the fight each day, and not feel alone. Life has been and continues to be very good for me. And it's not just the family, the bloggosphere has given me many more friends and acquaintances this past year. I didn't blog until 2007, so this has been a nice year for me for that alone.
New Year's is somewhat of an artificial holiday. I mean, why wait until the new year to make changes you feel are needed? That can be done at any time. And really, many times New Year's Day feels pretty much like December 32nd. For us, I made a large pot of turkey chili, which will be used in part to make delicious nachos with lots of gooey cheese and sour cream (regular strength, not low-fat). It will be the four of us at home...who needs a holiday to enjoy chili nachos? Happy New Year to my blogging friends!
Thursday, December 27, 2007
It is nice that they share the same birthday, December 29. Kid1, who a few years ago had the ready response "in a minute" was true to form, and arrived a week late at 6:52 AM. She was the best birthday gift a mom could receive.
And to Patti, happy birthday to a lovely person and mom extraordinaire.
Celebrations for another birthday are in order. I haven't figured where we're going, but wherever, we celebrate the birth of two fine ladies.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
I understand "it's the thought that counts", but merely wishing for a more artistic style in my gift wrapping finesse won't make the corners neat.
This is the first attempt at the wrap of the lovely Patti's Joyeux Noel. The corners, and general flatness, are lacking. It's probably too late to do so, but I should thank the person who invented the ever useful package mending item also known as 3M Scotch Tape®. I used to think that only duct tape was the most wonderful fix-it stuff, but that would be overkill for Christmas presents.
The second try was not stylish, either. I guess the second wasn't the charm. Or is that supposed to be the third time? I wouldn't want anyone else to do this for me. Substance over style I say...
I always enjoy this time of the year. Christmas and the entire holiday season is the best. I know that when you're a kid you like to receive, but I always enjoyed the giving part. I enjoyed it even more starting with Patti during our first together in 1985. And it got better with our kid's first Christmases in 1989 and 1990. The kids love to receive, and we have joy in our hearts in giving to them. In fact, both kids do not mind being in the Christmas card even at their ages. We all love the time. I submit to our readers our 2006 card, taken in Hyannis that summer. I so enjoy the blogosphere, and enjoy the friends and acquaintances I've made. The following wish I send is for all (no PC here, not everybody celebrates Christmas), is for you all to have a wonderful holiday. Of course, there is no correct season for blogging...all year will do!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
- Family & Friends
- Loyalty (again)
- Let’s get a cat or two.
- What do you want for dinner?
- Can I use the computer?
- Did I get any comments?
- Wall Street Journal
- Road & Track
- Business Week
- Hemmings Classic Car
- Travel to Paris in my wheelchair
- Find a real career that I will enjoy
- Read more books
- Convince the naysayers that my mind isn’t affected by my physical disability
This is a tough one as there are plenty, but as of now…
- Satin Doll by Duke Ellington
- New York State of Mind by Billy Joel
- I Second That Emotion by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles
- The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra
- Accepting of me as I am
- A sense of humor
- Ability to respect my views as I do yours
(or a reaffirmation of what I have already learned):
- How to blog
- Letting your college age kids grow even though you miss them
- Jobs that you lose weren’t necessarily good anyhow
- I do like cats
Sunday, December 16, 2007
We have a flatbed scanner from about 1999, and it is handy to have for remembrances of Christmas past. This is 1965, when I was in fifth grade. This is all seven of us (sorry Michele, whoever took the picture just cut you out). When we were small, mom always made certain that the girls would have matching nightgowns and the boys would be color coordinated as well! I remember that one because I was awakened when I heard a common expletive from both Santa Ralph's (dad & grandpa)...Santa had problems assembling the gift, which was a slot car racing set fully assembled. The best gift!
This is Christmas Eve 1975, when I was home from college in that magical burg known as Steubenville (well, not that magical). All seven kids are here, along with an in-law and a niece and nephew. In fact, the blondie wearing the white hat is the mom of the preemie Adam, aka Chunkino, who is doing very well now. A joyous holiday this year.
Finally, I offer the man who liked a very shiny tree, and you have heard of this gentleman, of course Mr. PO Box 1, Grandpa. He liked a big tree and he liked a lot of tinsel. In fact, when he visited us he reserved the right to add the tinsel to the tree. That was his prerogative as the grand patriarch. The picture to the right includes Grandpa, Grandma and Aunt Terry, and I would guess was taken in 1959 or 1960. The live tree nudges the ceiling, is broad and has lots of lights and copious amounts of tinsel. Nice memories.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Or maybe it is the use of the wheelchair that limits how far I can travel in the snow in my wheelchair, not more than 1". The most fun times in the winter is for the kids.
It is good for play, as we have a hill in the back yard which is good for sledding -------->
<-----Of course, all play and no work can make for a dull day, so time for Kid2 to pull out the Toro and clear a path to the road. No gain, no pain.
So, somebody has to have fun during this season, so we'll leave to the children to have the real winter fun, and leave us adults to the less pleasurable winter items such as skidding on the road and paying the higher winter utilities...
We did purchase a new Christmas Tree (not 'holiday tree', no sir) at Target on Sunday, but have not unfolded it yet, but did purchase LED tree lights, which are supposed to offset their much higher purchase costs with 82% lower electricity costs - our only contribution to the very secular 'Green Christmas'. Sigh, I used to consider the only green at
this time of the year the tree...but these LED lights are much brighter!
And so amidst the frozen moisture outside now (back to normal snow), I offer a glimpse into the summer of '92 or '93 and our blonde young'ins, Kid1 and Kid2. It looks warmer than today. Kid1 will be back for the college break next Wednesday. Santa had better get busy, I think...
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Well, guess who acted as a substitute teacher today? That of course is a rhetorical question...you knew the answer just by the way the question was asked. Well, being unemployed I can use the money, and this was a different assignment in a HS in a neighboring upscale town today. And as such, the assignment went fine. So, I'll keep in touch with the agency, and will take sub assignments again. High School is far superior to middle School as far as overall behavior goes. I suppose that I have learned to never say never automatically...
Patti's mom finally was able to move into her temporary leased housing today, so that is a real step up for her. I expect Patti to blog about this later. But it is great news...
Finally, as I guy I should never fully understand this cartoon, but I like it anyway!
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Kid2 was playing in the band for the CIAC (CT Interscholastic Athletic Conference) football playoffs, Class ‘S’ Ansonia HS Chargers vs. New London HS Whalers. As noted previously, Kid2 is a geek, not an athlete. Yet, the football team is so into having the band at the games. You should know that after a fire in 1978 that destroyed the band’s equipment, the band did not exist from that point until 1999, when the HS hired their new musical director Miss. T. She has been instrumental (bad pun?) in reviving the band to its current glory. It is a small band, but we are very happy to have Miss T. running things. She is not a drill instructor, but is results oriented, but yet so motivating in allowing each member to shine. Our two kids have rated the band/music class their favorite in AHS. Yay to Miss T! And why not a yay for the AHS Chargers with their Class S win over the Whalers, 35-0? Why not enjoy a bit of civic pride in this?
We are happy that Kid2 was involved with the championship. We are so proud of him, and Kid1 when she was in the AHS band also. Champions are not just on the field, but playing music in the stands as well. Of course in the interest of full disclosure, I suspect that we may have an obvious bias here :>)
Patti’s mom bought us a ‘thank you’ after the fire of some Omaha Steaks, which we had for dinner tonight (they arrived yesterday via UPS). Kid2 and myself (of course it is a ‘guy’ thing to burn meat in a controlled manner). We coated the two fillets and two strip steaks with a garlic-peppercorn coating, and broiled away. These were delicious, and it was a nice meal, Patti, Marion, Kid2 and myself. We thank Marion for this nice treat. Not just for the food, but we really enjoyed the camaraderie, the conversation, the togetherness of this meal.
Steaks this nice will be great over charcoal next summer...
Steaks this nice will be great over charcoal next summer...
We may have freezing rain tomorrow might, but of course it is December in the northeast. It has been a good day, so who cares about the weather tomorrow night???
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
I have been working the Social Security (SSA) issues, and have just about wrapped it up regarding documentation, compiling the data in appropriate Excel spreadsheets, my blistering letter to accompany the data, etc. I will have my complete writeup ETA at the local SSA office by Friday morning. Yay! However, while I was looking through my records for more zingers to apply against SSA, I found this gem. It is the score card for our family foray to miniature golf on the Cape one summer. I love this place because it old and in great shape, and I am able to get on the 'greens' and am able to play a round while in the wheelchair. In order on the card is Kid1, Kid2, myself and Patti. Did you notice my hole-in-one on the scorecard? Of course, Kid1 had two of these, but hey, who's paying attention to her game???
Patti looks like she lining up for her putt. I think that you are supposed to line up your toes in line with the hole? I shouldn't be giving golf tips because my toes and wheels aren't lined up with the hole either. I don't know what constitutes the ultimate miniature golf game...Does the one in the foursome with the biggest score win the match?
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
As everyone knows, there is much to give thanks for this year. Patti's mom is being released from the New Haven hospital today (the catheterization showed no blockage) , and will be here later. So far so good. The stuffing and potatoes were made yesterday, the turkey is in the oven now, so we'll have our dinner about 3:00-3:30. And it will be time to raise our glasses and toast to all the good things we have.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Marion is staying in the hospital for another night. Patti was with her for the afternoon. We are happy that she is there, as the specialists can better monitor her vitals. Other medical personnel will take a look at things tomorrow, and we hope that she will be released soon. We all will be together for our traditional Thanksgiving feast, including Kid1 home from college on Tuesday. Kid2 and myself did the shopping earlier today, including a twelve lb. turkey, ten pounds of potatoes, cranberries, bread stuffing, apple cider and so on. We have plenty of thanks to give...
Saturday, November 17, 2007
We are thankful to her next door neighbor was pulling into his driveway and was able to call for assistance. You appreciate it that people pay attention to their neighborhood. For that, we are grateful.
Patti took 51 pictures inside the house. The overall structure is sound, but uninhabitable, for sure. There is substantial fire and smoke damage. No one will be living there for many months. Because of all the steps, I and the wheelchair haven't been in the house since 1995. In the picture, you are looking at the remnants of the sleeper sofa in the living room. Not good.
We are figuring that she will stay here for awhile as the wonderful insurance company and adjusters sort this all out. Patti called and said that the house has been secured, the broken windows have plywood over them. In this Thanksgiving week, we are very thankful that the events did not lead to a final calamity, and we will all be together to give thanks...
Friday, November 16, 2007
- Go to the Advanced book search on Amazon
- Type your first name into the Title field
- Post the most interesting/amusing cover that shows up
I had not anticipated my namesake to be in any book’s title, but was surprised. Here is a choice that has my name in its title, but does not necessarily describe me accurately, or at least not perfectly. Here it goes:
In this 1980 tale, Ralph is described as "a very bad kitty, as is generally what cats thrive on being. He is often rude, knocks things over, disrupts social occasions, makes sport of preying on pet birds, fish or rodents, and purposely exacerbates the one annoying, albeit universally inherent, trait in dogs: obnoxiousness...Ralph's consequential homeless journey thus necessitates him a good look inwardly, seeking the key to whatever could possibly save him from being lost forever to his comfortable home and family..."
What can I say? I am obviously not a cat, and I am not rotten nor rude (right Miss Patti?). I do not disrupt social occasions, and I never prey on unsuspecting rodents. and I love cats. 'Rotten' can be an apt description for many a cat, but when they provide extra warmth in the winter and purr contentedly when you provide a quality belly skritch, well...
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
To go along with Patti's lovely foliage photos in her post on Monday, I am happy to repost a favorite photo, which is timely to the season we are in. I like our profile and the lovely Patti looks great. I really like how the red highlights in her hair really come alive in the natural light. Autumn in southern New England is a favorite season of mine.
Under the heading 'Boys will be boys' I offer this. I can't speak for all guys, but there are those who will make or take any excuse to party with the guys. I guess that dogs do not need an excuse to leave their 'business' calling card whenever and/or wherever they want. I suppose the husband here is the coolest when with his buddies, but at home I am sure that it's "Yes Ma'am, no Ma'am", the way it should be!
Friday, November 9, 2007
I offer no alibi, no excuses, and no details. In fact, after six classes to try to manage an unmanageable bunch, I was going to end it at the end of this school day, anyway. Naturally it would have been more satisfying to say ‘no mas’ and leave in a huff, never to return. Hey, I tried against all odds and I am satisfied with the outcome. Strange, but these situations sometimes have to end in the worst possible way to be certain that it has ended for sure, slay the dragon for real. No alibis, no kidding!
The only reason for my being there that day was that the Principal, heretofore known as L, had asked me if I’d be on the committee that was interviewing for this teaching position (the job was posted at the end of last week), so I took the music room sub assignment yet again. I spoke with L for about ten minutes before I left this brick playpen for good. She is a genuinely nice person, and I like her. I didn’t stick around for the interview.
No grown-ups have said, but I think that the reason for the music position is available is that the school is taking great pains to oust the teacher, to avoid discrimination and/or a union grievance. Yet while these things go on, there is no music being taught nor band practice at the end of the day, which was a continuing disappointment to the band students.
I had no desire to be a teacher; it was never a career choice. After college, I wanted to be involved with manufacturing, where something finite is built. Therefore, it seems odd that I would ever attempt to sub at a middle school. As a wheelchair user in a society that tends to devalue your abilities. I want to disprove this by trying even harder to prove them wrong.
Except this guy in the wheelchair at the most is still no taller than 5 feet, with nary the physical presence required to deal with a generally disruptive bunch of students. ‘Disruptive’ is the kindest adjective to use here. I will quibble with anyone who wants to blame today’s disruptive students as just mirroring today’s social ills. This of course is total BS. Parents don't do their job anyway, but our kids were well behaved, and many are.Perhaps the authorities should enforce a serious code of discipline in the schools with no exceptions. You hope the authorities will agree, and forget about the lawyers. Do what you have to do. Or choose another line of work!
As much as I hold myself at fault for losing my cool the other day (remember the ‘No alibis’ line earlier), I find that some of the moves by the administration in obtaining my services in that awful music classroom (see here) were a bit surreptitious and somewhat suspicious. On Oct. 23, the call came in for seventh grade math, Oct. 24 for seventh grade social studies and this past Monday, for sixth grade math. On each of these three occasions, I was directed to be the sub in the music classes. I had come to loathe this room, yet I complied. Other subs would deal with this once, and never accept this assignment again. But not me!
I generally had more respect for the Asst. Principal J before now, and for the reason that being in the wheelchair I never should have been placed in that room, certainly not alone, I needed to have backup. Not trying to deflect any blame here, but I was never the right person for this, only the most compliant. Silly me. Being a good guy meant that I was to hold down the fort until the school had hired a new music teacher. Although the assignment was necessary, why did I not just call the agency and say I never wanted to go to this school again. Perfect 20-20 hindsight, as they say.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Who doesn't want this? Thanks to the tireless and magnificent efforts of Mimi, we can continue the dream of peace. Can it happen? You can never give up a dream, never..ever!
What is more helpless and peaceful than these waterfowl babes? The world is a tough place, but if all can hope, pray and believe, any and all things are possible.
Many thanks to the Pencil Skirt and the wonder and hopeful things that we can affect.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
What can you say about that formerly star-crossed American League baseball team? I love 'em, and winning the Series twice in four years is enough to forget about 1975 and 1986. It is being said that the Red Sox may become the New Yankees, constant winners that may become a most polarizing team, engendering either love or hate from everyone. I hope that they continue to win but still be lovable and not become some sort of evil empire. My two points: Don't sign A-Rod and offer enough to Mike Lowell to keep him around. Although I don't know if it's in the water in eastern MA, but I never blamed Bill Buckner for that infamous 1986 game six loss. It wasn't his fault, the relief pitching was always suspect. Once the Mets tied that game, all bets were off. It's just a shame that he was forced out of the Hub because of that (believe he lives in Idaho now). Buckner is a good man. Still, let's hope that the modern version of the Sawx avoid those ignominious losses, and quit being down 3-1 in playoffs having to win three in a row to keep on playing in October. Still, 4-0 sweeps in the World Series can be very satisfying!
This was the Far Side on today's desk calendar. My interest is that when we were little in East Hartford, we actually had a tetherball in our back yard. The ball was the size of a volleyball and it was a riot at age 10. Now we never did what is illustrated here. It takes a warped mind to even think up stuff like this, perhaps an equally warped blogger to post such...
Finally, I think that there is light at the end of the tunnel of the Social Security fight I've had with them since the year 2000. I don't want to jinx anything, so I can't be more specific. However, I have this sense that things are turning more in my favor than has been the case in over a year. I shall keep you apprised as things develop, but if I could walk, there would be a pronounced bounce in my step...
Time to peel potatoes as I continue the quest to make a smooth gravy. Nothing like the perfect blend of fat and flour, I say...
Friday, November 2, 2007
French is a lovely language, as Patti can attest, and what is more quaint than the little red school house? I have been this week in a couple of big (grande) red brick
penitentiaries playpens schools. Of course I have been introduced to the charms of middle school, and have had three days of educational bliss there. Yesterdays class was 8th grade math, one good advanced Algebra class interspersed with four Pre-Algebra classes. You can guess which one had the far better behaved students. Today it was 7th grade math, with the same breakdown of one more serious group and four more.
I am starting to recognize students from previous assignments. Of course I remember them by their
captivating personalities charisma issues. Yep, it’s issues. Class one today is a small one (19), but had no scarcity of passive aggressive can’t sit still students, loosely speaking. Happily there, I had an assistant. In class two I was assisted by a 7th grade special ed teacher, as there were several special ed students. It had its charms, as you have probably guessed by now.
And so it went. I’ll probably never really be an official teacher in a school system. Yet I expect to take more assignments there, because I have met many fine teachers, paraprofessionals and assistants who are dedicated and nice as well. I wouldn’t pick middle school per se, but the grown-ups are okay there, and I like them. I wonder what went through the school officials minds when the sub in a wheelchair arrived…
I tried a new approach this morning at classes, bellowing this as my greeting: “I am representing the middle school, and as such I AM THE LAW!”. I was probably greeted with more than a few “Yeah, right” comments. I deputized myself. But what kind of a lawman was I? Wyatt Earp or Quick Draw McGraw, minus his lovable sidekick Baba Looey. (Have you ever noticed that the sidekick is usually the smarter of the two)?
I was one day at a local urban High School. This is in a nice town, but the town has a massive change from the urban area next to the core city to a semi-rural area on the other side. Urban is the predominant word for this huge school of 2,400. The security was very evident as all three floors have security personnel with walkie-talkies. All students in the hall must wear their picture IDs. In the hall without signed ‘passports’ can get you kicked out of school that day. Yet, there are students there to learn as well as those who don’t. The Civics students didn’t bother with the sub assignments, but the AP History students did. More of the same, but success can be had by any student willing to work a little bit…
The teachers and security personnel at this HS were very nice, but I wonder what they thought when the sub in a wheelchair arrived…
Monday, October 29, 2007
I always liked that part said by the pledges of the other fraternity in the movie Animal House as they were getting paddled. Notice that I took the assignment (hence 'Thank you sir, may I have...", etc. Now I'm not suggesting that the title of the movie is apropos, but I'm not refuting it, either.
Yeah, it was music. I met the teacher, and was impressed. He is a graduate of the Hartt School of Music at the University of Hartford (see Kid1). This is one of the pre-eminent performing arts colleges in the country. I have a pretty good idea of how the school is easing him out, but do not have any official word. At any rate, I am thankful that the teacher will be there tomorrow. I have truly had it with obnoxious and disdainful students with no respect for authority...However, I do need some income so we can pay our mortgage to Countrywide every month.
I did get a wise-guy remark of 'Racist' from one student of color. I exploded with somewhat righteous indignation, like this, near to a shout, but not quite: "Don't you ever tell me about discrimination. I am discriminated against everywhere because of my wheelchair. People won't hire me because of my wheelchair. Don't you ever accuse me of discrimination. Got it!". The kid never said anything to me again.
And it was cathartic! I felt like that old Clint Eastwood movie where he said "A man's gotta know his limits".
However, I was subbing at the High School two days last week, and that experience was better. I had a science teacher's class, and it was far better. Of course, the ninth grade General Science was only a bit better than the eighth grade, but the tenth graders College Biology students were really good, and the Intro to Forensic senior students were really good. And of course, the teacher had a really good sub packet of assignments, so it was pretty agreeable.
What to do? Keep looking for a 'real' job and continue as is. Despite the previous rant to Mr. Obnoxious, every employer doesn't discriminate. I just have to look a little deeper, I have said that I do enjoy a challenge!
Friday, October 26, 2007
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007
This is just not a Pink Floyd reference. Aptly, The Wall fits this student teaching thing, because if all parents knew what goes on behind that wall...
I really do not know if irony is the best word that applies here. However, consider just the facts:
- I cannot read music
- I cannot write music
- I cannot play an instrument
- I cannot sing (certainly not with style or grace)
Yet, I seem to be in danger of becoming a semi-permanent sub in Music. This strikes me as bizarre, but the music teacher is not there, it seems, anymore. I think. I have not had any grown-up in a position of authority tell me for sure. Therefore, tomorrow I expect a computer generated phone call at 06:00 from Kelly Educational. Oh, yesterday the call said for a math teacher, but I was asked to do music. Today it was social studies, but I ended up in you know where. Therefore, I am ready to launch the assault again tomorrow.
I do like the floating aides, and the administration has backed me up. The first eighth grade class was so rowdy that I asked one student to go to the office for me. A couple of minute’s later assistant principal whom I refer to as J came in to restore order. You have to know that J was a former Marine, a serious jarhead. Well, he fit the profile of a Marine drill sergeant, the kind like Jack Webb in the movie The DI. Order was restored, IMMEDIATELY. The assistant principal even used the time-honored Marine term knucklehead in his well-versed tirade. Bravo, a great performance!
One question, one comment for the blogging public out there:
- Why do many kids become issues in seventh grade? I notice some of the sixth graders who look like they just may become seventh grade jerks. Yeah, I know that puberty plays some role, but why the very sudden change by many (but certainly not all) into obnoxiosity?
- In my opinion, I think the behavior issues you see with teens and older adolescents began two generations ago, when society seemed to encourage more individualistic behavior, you know, don't worry about authority. The results are obviously glaring. I really cannot care about societal issues any more as to why kids (repeat: many but not all) act up and tend to ignore authority.
When I was in grades 6-7-8 I went to St. Christopher School in East Hartford. You never ever challenged authority. You were not to speak unless you were addressed by the teacher. When your class was changing classes, you were in a straight line. Little things you do not see any more. At St Christopher, you never ever wanted to be sent to the principal, Father Murphy. He was extremely gruff, but with a real heart of gold. I would guess that he would put it into words something akin to this: "You know the rules, what's the problem?” ...I do not ask for perfection, just a modicum of respect. A little bit...
Sunday, October 21, 2007
I did have a floating aide for a while, but she was called away. I did remember what other teachers said: put the troublemakers in the hall, and remember that the principal's number is 6-0-0-1. I'll remember that.
As I noted before, the sad aspect is that so many of these kids are craving attention because they don't get any at home. Unfortunately, there really is not a parental figure advising them about proper behavior, about working hard to succeed, about paying attention to authority. The problem kids now are probably going to have problems as adults. However, I cannot worry about that. I hate to see anyone fail in life, but there is nothing I can do. With the tiny bit of authority a sub has, if a student is going to be a problem, out in the hall. You will not be allowed to be a problem for me this period. Amen...
Thursday, October 18, 2007
A Drunk Pumpkin Face
You would make a good pumpkin martini.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007
I wouldn't mind a dog, but am not certain that it would work as easily as a cat given the wheelchair. So a cat it is. I grew up with a couple of canines: Boris, a gregarious, nice collie-shepherd mix, and Maggie, a lab-something mutt, aloof and liked to sleep a lot (a very cat like dog). So I'd prefer to not get into the dumb argument some get into, which is better. Both are adept at becoming furry family mates.
I have noted that if we got a gray cat, we could keep the existing pictures in frames, and who would know? Sir Hump was a fine fellow, although he liked doing things his way, which did not include his annual vet trip (see picture). You needed to use guile and trickery, of course, to get him into his travel cage. We referred to it as our patented Snag-n-Stuff Method®. It took three people to perform that trick (I could only offer encouragement). He doesn't look sad here, but resigned to his fate, booster shots in his hindquarters and a bath. His look here suggests that "they tricked me again"...Once my employment and SSA situations settle, we'll be on the prowl for a bunch more fur...
Sunday, October 14, 2007