Monday, May 29, 2006
Happy Memorial Day
To those who serve, who have served, and who will serve, we offer our gratitude and remembrance.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
May I Help You?
Another shot of Lomax's corner office:
I suggested he decorate the walls with flowcharts and statistics and pictures of me, but he insists on maintaining his minimalism.
I suggested he decorate the walls with flowcharts and statistics and pictures of me, but he insists on maintaining his minimalism.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Efficiency and Ergonomics...
...or mere laziness?
Lomax has discovered that while he's "at work" underneath my desk at the office, he can lie down on his bed in such a manner that all he has to do is stretch his neck a bit in order to reach the water bowl. Doesn't even have to get up.
Lomax has discovered that while he's "at work" underneath my desk at the office, he can lie down on his bed in such a manner that all he has to do is stretch his neck a bit in order to reach the water bowl. Doesn't even have to get up.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
He'd Make a Lousy Dalmatian
Unless he's exhausted from a weekend at the kennel, or physically in another geographic location, Lomax is at my heels every waking moment. Whether he's walking, running, pacing, circling, playing, sitting, lying down, wiggling, wagging, rolling, leaning, snorting, whatever -- I look down, he's right there. Rarely, if ever, more than a couple of feet away.
Until I turn on the stove and get out the pots and pans, that is. See, he's got this thing about smoke. And it doesn't matter what I'm cooking (you'd think bacon might convince him, right?), he deems the immediate area too dangerous and finds his new "happy place" in the hallway.
Notice he still wants to know where I am, and what I'm doing. He's ever-vigilant in that way. And I'm convinced that if an actual fire were to start right there in the kitchen, effectively preventing me from making an unassisted escape, Lomax would be the first one to call 9-1-1 from a neighbor's house.
Until I turn on the stove and get out the pots and pans, that is. See, he's got this thing about smoke. And it doesn't matter what I'm cooking (you'd think bacon might convince him, right?), he deems the immediate area too dangerous and finds his new "happy place" in the hallway.
Notice he still wants to know where I am, and what I'm doing. He's ever-vigilant in that way. And I'm convinced that if an actual fire were to start right there in the kitchen, effectively preventing me from making an unassisted escape, Lomax would be the first one to call 9-1-1 from a neighbor's house.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Everybody Sing James Brown
Puppy's got a brand new bone. HAH!
I bought him a new Nylabone because the old one -- which has lasted a year and a half, even having been subjected to the enthusiastic jaws of many a Labrador puppy -- has become too disgusting to take to the office with me. For a while, it simply looked phallic and wrong (no photos, to spare you)...but now, Lomax has chewed the smaller end down to a sharpened nub. Our theory is that he's making a shiv, and he's gonna bust outta this joint and run off to Mexico with the cute little Jack Russell/chihuahua mix who lives in cell block two.
I bought him a new Nylabone because the old one -- which has lasted a year and a half, even having been subjected to the enthusiastic jaws of many a Labrador puppy -- has become too disgusting to take to the office with me. For a while, it simply looked phallic and wrong (no photos, to spare you)...but now, Lomax has chewed the smaller end down to a sharpened nub. Our theory is that he's making a shiv, and he's gonna bust outta this joint and run off to Mexico with the cute little Jack Russell/chihuahua mix who lives in cell block two.
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