I do, indeed, have a Golden. He's a little over two years, his head comes almost to my hip, and he believes his eighty-pound frame is perfectly suited for lap sitting. My mom - who did not want another dog after our last crop passed away (of age), no sir, no way - made the mistake of putting a certain yellow ball of fluff in my arms for five minutes, and the rest was history. If I can figure out how to dump the memory from my sister's crap digital camera, I'll have a picspam of the assorted menagerie soon.
ok so he is 13 and hardly a pup, but he forgets!
Hee. I'm pretty sure these guys don't ever really grow out of it. Older and wiser, maybe, but still playful; like ninety-year-old men with go carts. *g*
I'll second the 'insane but sweet' vote, too. The little bugger has no fear. Able to leap tall building in a single bound, is that one. Except, his ears flap up and his legs sprawl out, so really I guess he's more like Batman. (And now I want to get him a tiny cape. Possibly a helmet, too.)
You call Harvard stupid, and I grin. Thank you. *hug*
As far as the SG:A story goes, I think I'm going to try to get it mostly coherent before I ship it over. It's like... Well, at the moment there are a bunch of different bits, and as separate things they all work fairly well, but I wonder at their ability to play nice together. Also, the connecting section may need to take the season premier into account, so I'm going to watch that before it's done. So, if I'm lucky and well-behaved, your inbox may have visitation early in the week. The Supernatural fic might even beat it to print, though. That one, at least, has the excuse of being intentionally trippy.
Of course, the one story that needs to get done absolutely refuses to. Grr. Why must you be so stubborn, little Basic story? Why?
And as to you: feeling any better? I know the docs are still off being befuddled, but how's the patient in the meantime?
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ok so he is 13 and hardly a pup, but he forgets!
Hee. I'm pretty sure these guys don't ever really grow out of it. Older and wiser, maybe, but still playful; like ninety-year-old men with go carts. *g*
I'll second the 'insane but sweet' vote, too. The little bugger has no fear. Able to leap tall building in a single bound, is that one. Except, his ears flap up and his legs sprawl out, so really I guess he's more like Batman. (And now I want to get him a tiny cape. Possibly a helmet, too.)
You call Harvard stupid, and I grin. Thank you. *hug*
As far as the SG:A story goes, I think I'm going to try to get it mostly coherent before I ship it over. It's like... Well, at the moment there are a bunch of different bits, and as separate things they all work fairly well, but I wonder at their ability to play nice together. Also, the connecting section may need to take the season premier into account, so I'm going to watch that before it's done. So, if I'm lucky and well-behaved, your inbox may have visitation early in the week. The Supernatural fic might even beat it to print, though. That one, at least, has the excuse of being intentionally trippy.
Of course, the one story that needs to get done absolutely refuses to. Grr. Why must you be so stubborn, little Basic story? Why?
And as to you: feeling any better? I know the docs are still off being befuddled, but how's the patient in the meantime?