ode to dixie

not an ode at all, but just recalling some dixie-related thoughts on the eve of her departure. long story short, we have to give her up b/c her growling pattern with oskar is too scary and too persistent. she's over seven years old and while that is not "old" for a dog, her responses to a baby who is becoming more and more mobile are quite unnerving and won't get much better with age. so we're offering her up to be rehomed before she bites, b/c biting will remove any rehoming chance she has.

i'm sad. i'm sad thinking about the night i brought her home. how she and i regarded each other in the "get to know each other" room at the humane society. how she stayed by my side and seemed to look after me during the whole wedding fiasco a few years back. how she never left my side the week i was on the couch, crying over bram's death.

so i have a sob in my throat that i don't want to let out, because then i'll cry not be able to stop.

she's not the last dog we'll ever own, i'm sure, but overall she's been a great pet and i'll miss her more than you know.

breaking news on cnn....

"Barack Obama plans to act as early as his first week in office to shut the prison at Guantanamo Bay, two officials say."


RIGHT FUCKING ON! GO-BAMA!

eight months in eight minutes

still such an amazing video.

i haven't watched this video in a long time, but june's expression as she watches johnny still destroys me.