Better news next time...

I continue in the slacker vein when it comes to posting on this blog, but here's a heart-wrenching update:

S2's precious mom died last Thursday. Her death was rather sudden and unexpected in the scheme of things. She got an infection in her leg the week before, and various complications resulted in a hospitalization on Christmas morning that was followed two days later by her death.

She was 69, and in my few encounters with her, I thought S2's mom was the salt of the earth. I imagine S2 will be trying to grasp this loss for a long time to come. I feel for her something fierce.

I would get into more of this but I feel like I would be stepping on S2's sense of privacy. All I want to say at this point is that the experience I've had with S2 in the past week or so has yet again dramatically altered my thoughts on the spiritual landscape. Sometimes we end up being teachers to each other in the most unexpected ways. This was one of those.

S2, if you read this, I just want to say publicly that your mom seemed to me like the kind of mom who should've gotten to stick around a lot longer. I'm sorry that didn't happen.

How lovely of your mother, though, to have left behind a daughter (a mom) like you. That's the true meaning of legacy.

Dear Santa Paws

Thank you for the lovely calendar, which arrived in the mail today. My master (she's actually my mistress, to be technical) was kind enough to place your thoughtful gift where I can have easy access to it.

Even though the humans believe we don't have a sense of time, I'm glad to see you support the cause. Every dog deserves a schedule of vaccinations and groomer visits at eye level. Our right to personal time management is long overdue. Viva la revolucion!

Enclosed, you will find a photo of me with the calendar, which has been posted in my dining room so I can review the roll call of days at breakfast each morning.


One question, though: Cats? You gave me a calendar of cats? That's *not* what I meant when I said I was hoping to get some pussy this Christmas. However, I can understand how that request might have easily been misunderstood. I'll try again on New Year's Eve.

May your holidays be filled with the finest of butt scents and the brightest holiday cheer.

Warmest regards,
Brogan Brogan-Dash