Actually, somewhere along the way, Wyatt developed his own little system of speech. Along with the usual grunts and whines and occasional bark, he's figured out how to belch at will (generally to express displeasure). For this very reason his full name is Wyatt Burp. (Oh, how I wish I were making this up. It is a neat conversation starter with visitors, though. "Yes, you heard what you thought you heard. Don't mind him. He's just unhappy that he can't come say hello.") We originally called him Wyatt out of sheer liking of the name, and it's a little weird to have the rest of it slot into place. Strange, strange dog.
(Then again, we often say that his doggy ancestors are rolling in their graves somewhere. He's freaked out at the very sight of water, and best buddies with the local wild things; my bunnies think he's the coolest thing ever. Not that we mind either of those traits, since they keep him out of trouble.)
And yes, Dad at work! The whole doctor-ish crew is still a bit amazed by how fast he's recovered. Aside from restrictions on how much he may lift, he's pretty much back to normal. For altruistic reasons, I'm thrilled for him. For less noble ones, I'm happy for me, too. Free time is nice. *g*
I looked in on your latest, by the way. I think I'm going to need to investigate the source more before I get it all, but what I caught was lovely and lyrical. I'll come back with intelligent things to say eventually. *g*
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Actually, somewhere along the way, Wyatt developed his own little system of speech. Along with the usual grunts and whines and occasional bark, he's figured out how to belch at will (generally to express displeasure). For this very reason his full name is Wyatt Burp. (Oh, how I wish I were making this up. It is a neat conversation starter with visitors, though. "Yes, you heard what you thought you heard. Don't mind him. He's just unhappy that he can't come say hello.") We originally called him Wyatt out of sheer liking of the name, and it's a little weird to have the rest of it slot into place. Strange, strange dog.
(Then again, we often say that his doggy ancestors are rolling in their graves somewhere. He's freaked out at the very sight of water, and best buddies with the local wild things; my bunnies think he's the coolest thing ever. Not that we mind either of those traits, since they keep him out of trouble.)
And yes, Dad at work! The whole doctor-ish crew is still a bit amazed by how fast he's recovered. Aside from restrictions on how much he may lift, he's pretty much back to normal. For altruistic reasons, I'm thrilled for him. For less noble ones, I'm happy for me, too. Free time is nice. *g*
I looked in on your latest, by the way. I think I'm going to need to investigate the source more before I get it all, but what I caught was lovely and lyrical. I'll come back with intelligent things to say eventually. *g*