Notzmo Simon Sez "Simon"
7/14/08 - 10/28/23
There's all these things I want to write.
I'm struggling. I'm a better writer than a speaker, but I'm going to ramble. Lots of words, and somehow, it's not even close to being enough.
Notzmo Simon Sez "Simon"
7/14/08 - 10/28/23
There's all these things I want to write.
I'm struggling. I'm a better writer than a speaker, but I'm going to ramble. Lots of words, and somehow, it's not even close to being enough.
How old are the dogs now?
I have no idea how old this ask was, Tumblr isn’t as user friendly as it used to be, but-- I’ll answer it today!
Simon just turned 15 in July. Caleb is 14.5, Tess is 10, and the odd dog out (Phoebe the Pembroke terror) is a little over a year. The old men had bloodwork recently and they were still good as can be!
The ol’ man still loves himself a camera session. <3 (And a ball session but we had that after he did all the hard work of sitting and posing for a few shots.)
We sort of had a little bit of snow a few weeks back. The dogs all assumed it was a LOT of snow, and a good time was had by all. (The Beep (the puppy) ate a whole lot of snow. Pembrokes. They eat everything. ;) The Cardigans just played in it, because that’s what you do with snow. <3 )
Simon and I are working on teaching the new kid how to pose for a camera. She’s getting it pretty quick!
The Beep is asleep and the Cardi Crew is now rejoicing. ;)
Say hi to Pheobe, the unexpected Pembroke.
Synchronized napping is the new old dog sport. ;)
A herd of old borky doggos enjoying a beach day a few weeks ago. Best dogs ever. (I'm biased) I hope I'm aging this gracefully but I'm thinking the dogs win hands down. ;)
A wee bit late, but it’s the thought that counts, right? Happy holidays to everyone out there.
Lots of things happened this year, the pets and I are gathering ourselves up and looking forward for a new one. <3 Simon sends his love to all!
Still have all of the previously feral litter here at the house, still working on some polishing some manners (I’m looking at you, Mako, gotta stop biting to say you love people! Or the taste of human flesh. Mostly love!)
I’m so happy, all of them have turned out to be very friendly, sweet little cats that will be able to be wonderful pets for someone. They’ve come so far since they were brought here. I love watching scared feral kittens realize that they love petting, they love treats and snacks and that people are awesome.
Someday you’ll float like the Ferryboat, Simon. Keep swimmin!
Simon’s old kiddy pool finally cracked on the bottom, so I ordered a new one for the crew this week. So far, it’s a hit... and then they all run in and flop in front of the AC and now my house smells like wet dog. ;)
Fostering a litter of unsocialized kittens for the local rescue group. Figured this was a good way to do a little mental mending and also give some babies a chance at a long, happy kitty life. I love watching them turn from frightened, biting, scratching babies into a fun group of cats with a ton of neat personalities. My hand is finally healing up. (I call the little one Bitey, owch!)
Since they came to me unnamed, I got to give them the temporary names for their paperwork. They’re all named after Samurai Jack characters. ;) Although I do want to someday name a dog Optimus Prime. Just so I can say “Transform and Corgi Out!” ;)
Well... I know it’s been a lot of radio silence here, and I’m so sorry folks. The dogs and I are fine, I don’t want anyone to worry. There’s a lot of major changes going on in my life, and unfortunately, my camera has some major issues. Right now, I’m not in a great position to fix it just yet. So many rough moments that I sort of have been just taking things day by day...
I can’t write much without sort of breaking down a bit on this post, so please forgive me a little bit.
We all have those pets that become our hearts. This was my heart, my beautiful, wonderful, amazing Dusty. He was my bottle baby, a rescue kitty that toughed it out through a whole lot of illnesses and issues. He was both the toughest and the kindest cat I have ever had the pleasure of sharing my life with. He was wonderful, incredibly intelligent. Sweet and friendly to all the dogs and puppies and kittens and people he was around. He never had a bad day, and he never missed a night sleeping next to me on his pillow, while the dogs carefully piled around him. I lost him this month to complications from intestinal cancer, and I admit - losing any pet, any time is hard. Losing this one sort has left an awfully big hole here, and I don’t think it will ever be filled. I miss him so, so much, especially right now.
Corgis send their love to all my followers though. <3 They say hi, and Simon is really doing his best to keep me on track by bringing me his Jolly Ball to keep throwing for him. (Well he says it’s to keep me on track anyway, I think he’s a big ol’ merle liar.) <3
Simon Sez -"It’s snowing. Time for playing, NOT photos, thanks! Pbbbbthhh.”
The elusive Dusty “No” Leopard, in the wilds of the safety of the fenced back yard. ;)