Saturday, September 19, 2015

Au revior mon ami



Jackson and I always got mistaken for each other, even by our peeps. And from the this picture (the last one taken of him) you can totally see why.

Obviously, we had our differences. He was a poodle, I'm a French Water Dog. He ate when the food was there. I eat when I feel like eating. He ran like a little lamb skipping through the meadow. I run like a....well,  I don't run enough anymore to complete this simile, but you get the idea.

We had regular visits, Jackson and me, mostly centred around dinner parties. He'd host Thanksgiving, Valentine's Day and Spring Fling. I'd host Mmmarch, Cinco De Milo and, of course, the Yurkenbaum bashes. The show'll still go on at his house, but now Tiia and Dan will have to remember to bring my food, which is too bad because I liked Jackson's kibble. A lot.

Jackson, as you get settled on the farm, please save a spot for me so we can confuse the man upstairs as well. Fun for eternity.


Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Playa To Be Named Layta

This is my new little brother. He doesn't have a name yet, which is very un-Yurkenbaum. Both mine and Milo's names were picked before we were each adopted. Milo's was a joint effort between Dan, Tiia and Milo's birth mom. I can only assume mine came from a different kind of joint effort. I think I suit my name very well — sometimes I even suit up to suit my name.

Milo was notably unimpressed when this playa came home today. I get it — and I don't begrudge. It was the same for me when Milo got here. One day, you're top banana, and the next you're in the caboose with nothing but memories of the way it used to be when there was no screaming, crying baby diverting attention away from the two people most likely to give you cheese.

But then I taught Milo how to give me cheese on his own. It's still a work in progress, but I'm following the steps and seeing results. Next up: teaching Milo how I like to drink water in the park.






Saturday, September 5, 2015

Lebensraum



My daily needs are few. Seriously. Give me a walk twice a day, room temperature water, the occasional chin scratch and marble cheese (No Name is fine) and I'm happy.

But at night, I demand...no, check that...I require ample space to stretch out. If that means Dan or Tiia has to hug the edge, then so be it.

I've heard rumblings that my time as king of the king-size are numbered — something about another Yurkenbaum en route. If it's true, I'm excited to have Milo for commiseration —  he'll know what it feels like to get knocked down a peg like and we can game-plan a strategy for relevancy.

It was hard doing it on my own the first time. I need a sounding board. I tried with Kai, and even with Kaitoo, but their advice was for the fishes. Kaitrey's showing promise so far.

Definitely something to meditate upon from bed central...tomorrow morning.

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Well, that was unexpected


Yes....that's grey hair.
Not what I was expecting to find after my latest groom. All the more reason to never get groomed again.

No, seriously. I hate that place. Okay, hate's a strong word. I love the people there but I really hate the grooming. Especially the nail clipping. Although Milo appears to hate that too so at least I don't suffer this issue alone.

What was I talking about? Grey hair, right. Maybe I'll be too old one day to remember I have grey hair at all. Silver linings I guess.

And...bed.