Lambiedog

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Contemplating the sunset with Thomas

It's great to have him home.

Attachment theory

       [Note to followers of my weight travails:  The dog pictured above is not me!] 

It is well known that I like to be carried and can become quite relaxed in this state.

    But I am not that unusual, at least within a select population.  Here's a little gallery of other fluffy white dogs who appreciate a close human connection:

       

There's just something very relaxing about close proximity to your owner.

Not everyone gets that. Sometimes people seeing me at ease with my head hanging down think that I am feeling ill.

But I'm not.  Just at ease.

 

Happy Mother's Day

Letter from a loved one

Thomas sent the following response to my most recent post:

lambie! i think about you all the time, i can't wait to play with you when i get back to la on dec 22! by the way, i found this photo of you, lookin pretty cool...

love,
thomas

Faraway thoughts

    Here I am thinking about Thomas, who lives in New York at present.

 He's a great one for playing with me.

 

  

When he's here, that is.

    

College prep

    Senior year has not been easy for us.  Between homework, cross-country practice, and college applications, Charlie is really overloaded.

Naturally, that puts a lot of pressure on me. As a co-dependent dog, I feel that I am the one keeping it all together.

   

So I stay vigilant, but subtly so.

 Subtly, because I need to prepare Charlie to handle college without me.

         

With Sam and Grandpa

 

 I hung out with my brother Sam and my grandfather who was visiting.

They discussed computers, which to tell the truth I find deadly boring, although I feigned interest.

For a conversation to keep my attention, there should be a lot of "Lambie"s sprinkled into it.  I'd say the proper ratio would be about 25 "Lambie"s per minute of conversation.

Anthropomorphized

    This guy Pepe or Paco always arrives at the bluffs in a carriage.  His owner pushes the stroller up to the curb, and then Pepe/Paco steps out like a pasha.  

    We get along fine but I secretly look down on the way he is pampered and infantilized by his owner.

    I would never put up with that.

Elf to his shoemaker

    After his day at school and his track meet, Charlie fell asleep on the sofa without getting his essay done. 

    Looking at his computer, I wondered if perhaps I should write his essay for him, like the elves who helped out the shoemaker.  Unfortunately, that would be a violation of his school's honor code.

    So instead I concentrated, silently yet intensely, on transmitting to Charlie via the ether my reserves of strength, brilliance, and analytical acuity, so that he would awaken feeling inspired and refreshed.

They've got my back

My brothers might strike you as tough.

 

But they're putty in my paws.         

 

Wisdom of the elders

 

My grandpa's been visiting.  

I took him out for a walk on the bluffs.

 

 

 

Later on, we sat together in companionable silence while he read his newspaper and I chewed on my bone.

 

 

Window seat with Charlie and mallard

The wind beneath my wings

Now and then I question my decisions.  

Have I made a mistake focusing on squirrels as my life's work?

At such times, my family is a great source of unjudgmental support.

K's lap