This kitty was backstage at the Macy’s adoption event on New Year’s Eve, just patiently waiting for someone to come and carry her away, and take good care of her.
Sometimes I feel a lot like her. Except I think she has a better chance of having it happen.
Yes, I can take care of myself. But it’d be nice, once in a while, to have someone to do it for me.
This kitty was already among the lucky ones.
Someone was coming by to pick her up about an hour after I left.
Poor Bina! Someone ran over her paw in a car. She must be pretty darn tough, though, since she wasn’t even limping.
Magnificent ears. What else do you suppose is in there besides my guess of German shepherd?
There’s nothing like a dog who knows what she likes.
Alas, poor Tidus. He passed away last Sunday, at the ripe old age of nearly-fifteen. He had a pretty amazing run, especially considering how badly he injured his spine. Even up until a few weeks ago, he was doing amazingly… when I took him for a walk, he was no different than he had been three years ago. Which is to say, incredibly reluctant and ridiculously stubborn for the first two blocks, and delighted and chipper for the rest of a good mile or so, round-trip.
I’ve been thinking about why Tidus’s death has affected me so deeply, and I’ve come to the realization that he really is the dog that I’ve really known for the longest in my entire life. I first met him through his front gate, where I for a while said hello to him every morning when I walked or jogged to work. When I met Anh, I got to visit with him more often, and when Autumn started pet-sitting, Tidus was one of our first customers, and I got dog-sitting duty quite early on.
I guess what I’m saying is that I’m going to miss the heck out of that obstinate, adorable little fuzzball.
Goodbye, Tidus. I’ll miss you so much.
I still need a little time to mourn Tidus. I’ll post my eulogy to him tomorrow or the next day. But I think we all need a little hope for the new year, too, so I’m going to post an adoption story for you that I collected on New Year’s Eve.
So meet Blitzen (shelter name, so probably going to change). She’s a 2-month-old mutt of some sort. I’d guess there’s either golden retriever or Great Pyrenees in there, and if I were forced to choose I’d have to go with the Pyrenees, given her size at this age/gender combination, plus the size of her ‘dainty’ feets. The spotty muzzle is a much less straightforward thing, but I’m guessing Australian shepherd or Australian cattle dog, and if you twist my arm I’ll lean a little towards shepherd.
And she is SO. DAMN. FLUFFY.
Showing off her best feature… HER FUZZY BUTT!
So here’s the story: the family had just lost a cat and a dog, one right after the other.
The woman you see in the picture was therefore on a ‘quest’ for a new canine friend.
(I love this expression.) So they got back from a trip, and she had to be dissuaded from going straight from the airport to Macy’s without even stopping at home.
Instead she ran home and dropped off her bags, took a quick look at the Macy’s live-cam of the puppy windows, and, I am told, pretty much sprinted out the door.
And… she made it in time! The ridiculously adorable fluffball was still available for adoption.
And they all lived happily ever after, the end! (And yes, the hovertext is from ‘Mame’. I will admit to having played the Lithuanian Bishop.)
I just heard that one of my favorite dogs in the whole wide world, Tidus the Famous Corgi, has passed away. Admittedly, he did live until he was almost fifteen years old, which is pretty darn good for a corgi, but he will still be sorely missed, not only by Autumn and myself, but by his thousands of Instagram followers.
I’ll post a little eulogy when I’m a little less sad.
Uncle Baxter is 2, and apparently has a Facebook page, but I’m unable to find it. Possibly it is not shared with the world, which would be terrible because Uncle Baxter should be seen by everybody.
Giant scary muppet mouth!
And such a huge schnozzle!
Been busy traveling, but I’m still around.
Here, have a dog of Indiana! (Vicious, utterly vicious.)
Merry Christmas, everyone! You may have noticed, if you were watching carefully, that Zoey (1.5 years old) was substituting for Prancer this year, due to a conflicting dance recital.
Zoey has that classic husky sense of humor.
Nobody can be snootier than someone with a long snoot.
Look at the line on the top of her head. So neat.
Zoey likes to dance.
One of my coworkers adopted a Macy’s window kitten this year and OMG CUTE. (He is named after the Olympic runner.)
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good dog (and/or cat).
Growing by leaps and bounds, apparently. (More or less literally, in the case of a kitten.)
I can’t help but feel that this should be rated PG-13 or something. PC-13? (Pretty Cute).
He has an older brother. They get along great, thank goodness.
No explanation offered.
Don’t you just want to boop that nose through the bars?
Elly (5) belongs to a coworker of mine, and after seeing her last week I am distraught that I have never before been able to meet her. A pit bull corgi mix? How could you wrap more awesome in one skin than that? I mean you’d have to go right to the Bernese mountain dog corgi mix for that!
In this picture she’s standing up.
In this one she’s sitting down. Do you know how to tell the difference from the front, with a corgi mix?
Neither do I. Unless they’re splayed like this, those stub-tacular legs make it next to impossible to tell.