From the category archives:
I have no idea what the average life expectancy of a blog is, and I don’t have time to find out. Why? Because a much more exciting project has taken over my life. So it’s time to retire this baby. (No, it’s not a baby). Also, I’m 40 now, and I really don’t feel like coming [...]
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Just in time for Halloween, Keeper unfurled some fang upon the world. There are fewer functional fangs available these days, as evidenced by this rare close-up, but he still gets his point across pretty well.
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Our newly adopted Hannah has been successfully reintroduced to indoor living, that is, artificial lighting, climate-controlled temperatures, stain-resistent carpeting, and occasional encounters with the indoor wildebeest known as Keeper. After an initial battle for dominance, both parties decided they were too damn old to fight, retired to their assigned corners, and promptly fell asleep.
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Seven months in Florida have been full of twists, turns, and false starts, but it looks like I’ve found a place to settle in (see: “settle in” above). How do I know? Signs. Signs! The first giveaway that Jacksonville would fit: Dance Trance is within walking distance of my house. Duh. If I drove 10 [...]
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The golden years are affording Keeper the time to take on several new hobbies. A favorite is removing bath mats in order to nap on a nicely chilled floor.
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Florida’s for taking it easy, and Keeper has decided to comply. He’s quit stalking and dismembering stuffed animals, sprinting around town, terrorizing the weak, and most importantly, biting. Like most 119-year-olds, he is singularly focused on eating and pooping. Most days, mission accomplished. I like the new old Keep. Surprisingly predictable, virtually harmless. Best-friend material, you might even say.
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Although it would be handy with all of the pools, creeks, and puddles around central Florida.
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Keeper doesn’t get much coverage on the website he helped launch because, naturally, just as I started documenting his ankle-biting escapades, he mellowed. Finally stopped trying to take me down over the tiniest indiscretion, stopped guarding his belongings like a starving wolf. But he’s still with me, now 17, and currently stationed in the Sunshine State as we hatch a [...]
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It all started Saturday morning when I was lured into the car by the scent of freshly purchased PetsMart items. Before I knew what hit me we were on 95 North without a potty break for miles. I’m 17, remember?? I like routine now. Dog parks, neighborhood strolls, shunning Sherry and stealing her toys. After [...]
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