A Week

A week passes so quickly. Time in general passes quickly. Tomorrow is 2 weeks from when I got dear Kusy. I have gotten so many comments from people about my dog when I go for walks- usually from elderly (not hobbly elderly that can barely walk, the elderly that have gray hair but are more physically capable and are no older than 65 or 70) women. Usually from elderly/older than middle aged people in general.
I haven't even had Kusy for two weeks, and already it's hard to imagine life without him. I love the way his ears flop in the wind and they way he rolls around in the grass. The way he twitches in his sleep and snores and grunts. The way he coughs- although his kennel cough has gotten much better. The way he freaks out when he sees a rabbit and the way he goes insane and runs in circles like a little puppy. And so much more about him. That's not to say he's the perfect dog- far from it. He's afraid of men and has horrible seperation anxiety- if we leave him alone for even ten minutes he slides the bottom out from his crate, shreds the towel underneath, barks and howls and whines, and pees. He's stubborn as a mule and he goes crazy- too crazy- about food. Much as I love him, he's not my dream dog. My dream dog would be a tad larger, less stubborn and more open to learning (despite his low rating of intelligence, the Beagle is quite quite smart, I assure you, it's just that he's a little reluctant to learn commands). I feel a little guilty saying that- but it's true. I love Kusy so much, but despite his charm and loyalty and love and everything else, he's not my dream dog. I'm not saying I'd rather have a different dog than Kusy- I'm not. I don't want to be. I love Kusy and the way he runs and jumps after food, the way you can trick him into sitting without a treat, and the way he slobbers all over you when he puts his head on your knee. I love Kusy in general. And I can't wait to see what else dogdom has in store for me.

My novel

I have started writing again. Does anyone recall a novel-in-progress I dubbed "Twenty Four?" I have decided to rewrite it- it is only four chapters, fyi. I am reading over it while I write this post and it isn't too bad. Some places would need some touching up to make them better, but I'm restarting. I just have to rephrase it, in a way, for my rewrite, and change a few (major) details. If anyone wants to read a part of my story- the original or the rewrite once I get it underway- please let me know and I'll gladly post it. I'm currently 607 words into the rewrite, while there are...over 4,300 words in the original so far.

Day.... 11 of Dogdom

"Oh hai! Am I not... supposed... to.... be here?"

(Don't worry. He gets this expression a lot)

"Must...eat...treat...that...is...very...big...and...has...button...and...lens.."

Everyone needs their beauty rest.

Especially those with such, ah, 'beauty' :)

Gorrgeous, huh?

" hallo! please stop stickin' camera in my face."

"please. stop"

 Some pictures just totally sum up a dog. Like this one.

Or this one.

Or this one.

Or this one.

He looks so dignified. Except when he pees on the rug. (His own, personal rug!)

"ooh treat treat gimme treat!"

"yum that was good treat"

He's always wanted to be a golden retriever :)

"hai... I'm sorta busy right now chewing my {empty} Kong so I'll get back to you... later"

Kusy loves Kongs... even when they're empty.

 (Kongs are hollow rubber toys that you put food in and the dog has to figure out how to get the food out)

Kusy doesn't particularly like his crate.

He does, however, like just about anyone else.

My family and I had to leave the house for a couple of hours and when we came back we couldn't get into the kitchen, the door was blocked. Poor Kusy had pushed out his crate bottom thing and it was blocking the door. He had also peed and shredded the towel that was under his crate. I left him a Kong stuffed with food but he didn't even touch it.

And while I was writing this post... he peed on his special rug that my mom bought for him. He hadn't been out for a couple of hours so it's understandable.

Sorry that I posted so many pictures, but I had a bunch I wanted to share. Hopefully next time I post there will not be so many. It takes a while to upload and caption 19 pictures. :)

Oh... and Happy belated 4th of July!

PS: I've been thinking about starting a book review blog, called (what else?) Beagle Book Reviews. What do you loyal followers and readers think?

Odd....

A 13 year old Croatian girl, who fell into a coma for 24 hours in early April, woke up speaking fluent German- and unable to speak Croatian. Her parents said that, although she had been studying German before her coma, she was far from fluent and unable to properly communicate in the language. The girl is from the south Croatian town of Knin.
Various experts have examined the girl, but none have reached a diagnosis. The coma is though to have been caused by high body heat. Dujomir Marasovic, the director of the hospital in which she stayed, said: "You never know when recovering from such a trauma how the brain will react. Obviously we have some theories although at the moment we are limited in what we can say because we have to respect the privacy of the patient."
Psychiatric expert Dr Mijo Milas said: "There are references to cases where people who have been seriously ill and perhaps in a coma have woken up being able to speak other languages – sometimes even the Biblical languages such as that spoken in old Babylon or Egypt – at the moment though any speculation would remain just that – speculation – so it's better to continue tests until we actually know something."

He also added: "In earlier times this would have been referred to as a miracle, we prefer to think that there must be a logical explanation – its just that we haven't found it yet."
Read more here.

*ps- if you want to read about Kusy, check out the post below