Pictures taken February 2, 2004
Pictures taken January 2004
Tucker (on the right, of course) at the dog park in Clairemont Mesa with his friend Hamish the Biggest Vizsla Ever.
Charlee: “So what happens when we get to the top?”
Mr. Nibbles: “We stand on some boards and slide back to the bottom.”
Chaplin: “But highest cat wins. So once we get to the top, why wouldn’t we stay there?”
Vermin: “HISS! You’re all going the wrong way!”
Spicoli: “You saw Santa back there too, right, dude?”
Lulu: “Of course.”
Spicoli: “Okay, just checking.”
Producer Smurf: “Have you smurfed any dogs or cats or field mice or guinea pigs or opossums around here today?”
As has become a holiday tradition around here, this Christmas I am re-running one of Dennis’s classic adventures, when he, Tucker, and Trouble resorted to extreme measures in an attempt to get off the “Naughty” list. As usual, nothing went as planned … Continue reading “Classic Dennis: The War on Santa”
This week, we present a repeat showing of a classic adventure starring Dennis, Tucker, Trixie, and Trouble. This series originally appeared back in 2009. Happy Thanksgiving!
So if you’ve been online lately in a venue that uses hashtags, you may have seen the #DogNameChallenge hashtag floating around. This is, basically, where you post a picture of your dog and a picture that is or represents your dog’s name. To which I thought, why should the dogs have all the fun?Continue reading “The
So this year, we have a Halloween that’s, to put it mildly, not going to be like any Halloween that any of us can recall. (If you remember the Halloween that occurred during the 1918 flu pandemic, then you may be some manner of cyborg. And you’re almost certainly not reading this blog.) Around here, during Dennis’s tenure, we stopped greeting trick-or-treaters at the door, because all the doorbell-ringing and apparitions loudly shouting “Trick or treat!” really freaked the poor boy out, even when he was in the back bedroom; instead, we would put out a box of candy on the front windowsill, and operate on the honor system, whereby nobody took the box and just dumped the entire thing into their bag. Most years that worked out fine. I have no idea what to expect in the way of trick-or-treaters this year, but we’ll be putting the box out again, and probably leaving it there until the sun has a chance to disinfect it the next day.
For us, though, Halloween is mainly associated with two things: Tucker’s birthday in 1998, and the day Dennis had to go to the Rainbow Bridge in 2018: Two events, exactly 20 years apart, that, for now at least, mark the bookends of our experience as vizsla owners. So this year I thought it would be nice to have a couple of little retrospectives of Tucker and Dennis to mark these two very different sorts of anniversaries.Continue reading “Happy Halloweens, Sad Halloweens”