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I’ve already shared this news on Facebook and Twitter, but couldn’t bring myself to blog it until now.



Our little Max died Thursday morning, July 14, 2016 at the age of 14-15ish. I was his for one month short of thirteen years. He chose me on August 11, 2003 and I brought him home a little less than a week later.

Let’s just say that Max wasn’t the most obedient dog in the world. He was super-smart and had a mouth crammed full of giant teeth – two factors which sometimes lead to trouble. After a very bumpy first year, he finally trusted that he had a forever family, and settled down. He fiercely loved WM, Ollie, and me and we loved him back.

I miss his grumpy growls. I miss his fangy smile. I miss his expressive ears. We three are gutted.

Max was diagnosed with Diabetes almost 2 years ago, and went blind shortly after that.

We took a trip to Seattle a week ago. It was the first trip WM and I took together since Max lost his vision in late 2014. He and Ollie were taken care of by an ace team of petsitters and pet snugglers. When we came home Wednesday night Max was happy and waggy. The next morning, he was gone by 10:30am. This only means to me that he waited for us, and I am grateful for that.

“You gave him many more years,” the veterinarian said to us Thursday morning as she glanced over his very thick medical file and I shakily signed the last paper. “You did good.”



No, Max was the one who did good. Max was with me through some of my lowest lows in those early/mid 2000s and snuggled with me as I rebuilt my shattered life. He welcomed WM without reservation and later became a fantastic big brother to Ollie. After his bumpy start, he warmed up to being pet by strangers, and was his most gentle with children — many of whom called him Toto on our walks.

Max moved house 5 times. He took road trips to Michigan. He jumped into the lake at Knight Park. He always had to pee. He liked mustard.

In a hotel room in Michigan. Smaller than my overnight bag. The chair was to help him get on the bed with me.

In a hotel room in Michigan. Smaller than my overnight bag. The chair was to help him get on the bed with me.

A few months after we moved into the house, WM and I were working in the garage and the backyard. We inadvertently left both the door to the garage AND the garage door itself open.

We were looking at our ravaged yard when we glanced toward the street and saw a brown terrier walking in the middle of it. “That poor dog looks a lot like Max!” I remarked.


Max managed to navigate to the garage, through the garage, down the driveway and across the street. Dog owners of the year, right here. We were outsmarted by a blind, diabetic, geriatric dog who by then spent about 20 hours a day asleep.

And that, right there, was Max in a nutshell.

Maximus Decimus Meridius, Commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, my loyal mini-direwolf and tiny fangy beast: you will be missed by all who knew you.

Max - May 07

Evolution of feeding dogs.

2006: Yeah, I just dump out a bunch of cat food in this dish, and Max eats alongside them. It works out well for everyone.



(time passes, acquires a puppy)

You dogs will eat the dry food we buy you. That is the rule. No-drama mealtime.

(time passes)

Okay, let’s try this dry food. It’s supposed to be grain-free and that’s better for you.

(time passes)

A little bit of green beans to supplement the food is good for weight loss.

(time passes)


Okay, let’s put a little dollop of wet food in with the dry food. But just until you feel better.

(time passes)

*wet food becomes a recurring order on*

(time passes)

2016: They each get a certain amount of dry food, plus a spoonful of the wet food stirred around in the dry food. Make sure you sing “who’s hungries?” while you stir. Don’t forget to say “BONE Appetit!” as you put the food bowls down in front of them – it’s a cute pun and they like it. And give Max’s bowl a little shake as you put it down so he can find it.

Currently (suspicious Sunday edition)

Has anyone noticed that reCAPTCHA now shows home address numbers? It used to be squiggly passages from books and that was the original goal — to digitize books. Now Google is getting us to help with Street View and it’s just a bit creepy.

Jeez. Can this be any more evil?

Jeez. Can this be any more evil?

Polished: This week is Essie Bikini So Teeny. It’s a lovely light blue with a beachy name. I cannot wait until beach season.

Watching: NOT SLEEPY HOLLOW. I had the whole season on DVR, waiting devour it all at once and then I read that … SOMEONE DIED and I am not pleased so FWOOM! It’s deleted. I’ll always have Season One and it’s amazing magic.

Max: Still alive. He puked yesterday after breakfast and I was a little nervous, but he bounced back.

Searching: For a new hair salon. AGAIN. And when I find it, I will bring the same picture of Drew Barrymore that I bring to every salon, and then get my hopes dashed. AGAIN.

Focusing: From time to time I get niggling little doubts that I am in over my head at TNP. I’m not. I know I’m not. I know exactly what I’m doing, and if there is something I don’t know how to do I make it a point to learn. This week (tomorrow especially) I have to double-down and knock some tasks off of my list.

Losing: 22.5 lbs and counting. That half-pound was hard won this week.

Reading: I FINALLY finished Hamilton, then devoured Caitlin Moran’s How to be a Woman, and now I’ve moved on to N.K. Jemisin’s The Kingdom of Gods. That’s the third book in her Inheritance Trilogy, and I slurp her writing up like chicken noodle soup.

Currently.. (Wrestlemania Sunday)

Watching: WRESTLEMANIA! We have the WWE network and stream it via the Playstation. I’ll be honest, other than New Day there wasn’t a storyline compelling enough that I would have spent the $60 for it this year. Luckily, $9.99 gives me all of the PPVs.

Polished: This week it’s Essie Master Plan. It’s been 4 weeks since I’ve stopped biting 90% of my nails (that pinky…) and it’s nice having a Sunday nail-polish routine. Maybe next month I’ll get a real manicure.

Max: Still alive, and after 9 months here in the house he has discovered that there are stairs that lead to the rest of the house. Because he’s mostly blind, we’ve duped him into thinking that the downstairs is it, because we don’t want him tumbling down the stairs. Luckily, he has a younger brother who sits atop the stairs and all Max has to do is follow his nose. Time to get the gate out.

This is Max, slowly figuring out that we've been deceiving him into thinking we only have one floor in the house.

This is Max, slowly figuring out that we’ve been deceiving him into thinking we only have one floor in the house.

Webkeeping: I made a new header! I know, right? It’s been ages! My next trick is to get some social media icons up there with the navigation. This is the blog that will not die. Mostly because there aren’t many blogs out there from women around my age anymore and eventually it’ll be left to me to carry the flag for the GenX ladies.

Reading: STILL READING HAMILTON. I think I’m about 100 pages from the end. I made a Goodreads goal to read 45 books this year and thanks to this behemoth, I’m behind.

Losing: 22 lbs and still counting! Wooooo! I’m not buying new duds until the current ones literally fall off. Saggy pants FTW!

Fading: The rosacea redness is definitely fading and I’m cautiously excited!

Eating: I’m loving Planters Nut-rition Blueberry Nut Protein Mix. I could eat the whole can in one sitting, but I’ll just stick to 1/4 cup at a time. 🙂

Freezing: It’s windy and cold here, and after a week of delightfully springy weather, I’m chilled.

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