What do you know? I ran into another birthday pup today. She’s turning 7 on the 21st, and I figured I’d post it today, both so that she’s on the page for her birthday, and so that I wouldn’t forget it, because I’m damn good at that.
![Dad and me have GREAT PLANS for my birthday! Redtick Coonhound Smiling Into The Camera](https://dogsofsf.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/coonhound1-589x800.jpg)
![We're going to the PARK! Just like we did YESTERDAY! Man With His Redtick Coonhound](https://dogsofsf.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/coonhound2-600x790.jpg)
What do you know? I ran into another birthday pup today. She’s turning 7 on the 21st, and I figured I’d post it today, both so that she’s on the page for her birthday, and so that I wouldn’t forget it, because I’m damn good at that.
Dammit. I took a picture of the black pup in this picture on Tuesday and it was her birthday and I forgot to post it! Well, happy belated ELEVENTH birthday, Naia! I would have pegged you at two or three, both from looks and from demeanor. You look young in every possible way, and color me envious!
Olive! Four months old in these pictures, and cute as a bug in a whole pile of rugs!
Olive is another pup from late last summer, because I just discovered that the photos I’ve taken since then are too big for me to load onto my laptop. Argh. Going to need to set up some alternative storage…
As a postscript to my little rant last night, I went to bed, finally fell asleep at midnight, woke up at 4 AM, picked up a water bottle that I had filled with lemonade to take a drink, fell back asleep, and spilled more than a pint of lemonade in my bed. And my underwear. And the floor. And what would have been my hair if I had any hair. Which, I guess, means that it’s a good thing I didn’t.
I cleaned up as best I could, and moved to the other bed. And woke up, oddly, feeling a lot more positive, an attitude helped by the fact that when I went to look, my reset computer was working perfectly again. I didn’t get a whole lot done today, but at least I feel like I have the option to!
What I am going to get done is to post a picture of Amelio, a 6 year old Pembroke that I ran into late last summer, just before I folded up this laptop and went off on my little adventure. I think his portrait came out pretty much perfect, don’t you?
I have now broken the 20 hour mark trying to get my newish Mac to do internet sharing, so that I can use the internet from my apartment. It is going to take at least another 25 or so, because I am now having to reformat it and reinstall from scratch and then rebuild everything on it instead of transferring stuff from my 10-year-old machine, which still works fine but which is no longer supported so is a security risk. And that is assuming that internet sharing works even after I completely wipe and reinstall, which is by no means guaranteed.
I got so desperate I tried setting it up on my Windows machine. That went about as well as I expected, which is to say that it disconnected from my uplink every time I tried to share the internet on the downlink.
And now the macOS install has been sitting on “2 hours and 58 minutes remaining” for a little over 20 minutes, and I have the feeling that if I go to bed, I know what I am going to see on the screen when I get up in the morning.
Is it just me, or does everything actually work less well now than it did ten years ago?
I saw Raine (3, girl) the other day, and said, “My god, she’s huge!” She’s a full-sized dachshund, in a day where at least 95% of the ones I see are minis, plus she’s a long-hair (aka a foofly wiener!) Her dad said, “Yeah, I get lots of people asking if she’s a miniature golden retriever,” and I said, “Oh man, if she is, someone stole her legs!”
(I also think she looks a bit like an eight year old wearing her mom’s fur coat.)
Ellie is 9 months old, and will steal your heart, but very gently. Her mom says that she is a perfect angel who doesn’t even jump up on people, so I don’t know what she is but I’m pretty sure she can’t be a golden retriever.