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Phobos' Follies

Lettin' the Dawgs Out

Well - the NFL Draft has come and gone, and our Brownies did well! The Great Football Drought of mid-February to mid-April is over, NFL Europa is playing, and it is once again the season!

What's more, I did a terrific job of keeping mom from missing her tailgating buddy - even though Lysto had to watch from Rainbow Bridge, I managed to keep everyone entertained and well-loved through the entire two-day draft!

This year, it's Brownies back in the playoffs, gang - just you wait and see!!!

Dawg Daze

Well, the cold white stuff is melting off the bathroom now and you can almost see the grass again.... Unfortunately, it seems the chill has gone to my Cleveland Browns. Dad and I have been howling about our season... What's worse, mom's team is doing ok, so after watching our team lose the early game, we have to listen to her cheer during the late game. Ah, well - at least there's tailgating.....

The Faux Beauce

The night before I came home, mom & dad were lying in bed. They were very sad about the loss of my cousin, Paladin. (Yep, Pal was my cousin. See, even though what happened to Pal didn't have anything to do with his parents, our breed-mommy, Debbie, would not send mom and Dad another puppy from the same litter, just so they wouldn't have to worry. Even though there was nothing to worry about, she was just being nice and making sure, so I got to go instead.) I was their "Successor Puppy" - they always said I could not be a 'replacement' since nobody could replace Pally. When I was little, I didn't like that - but now I see that mom and dad love me and I am special for me, not because I am a pseudo-Pal, and I get it better now....

Anyway, mom was too sad without the puppy she had waited so long for. Dad was a little hesitant - on his own, he might have waited a while before letting me come, but he saw that mom needed me. They were both still grieving (and I helped with that, so coming right away was a good thing!), and as they lay in bed, there in the dark, dad said to mom "it's too bad we're not getting a real dog."

Ah, thought mom, here it comes - finally, the outpouring of grief that he needs - no dog can really replace Pal, etc. "Oh...?" she said out loud, waiting for dad to go on.

"Yeah", he said - "we're only getting a Faux Beauce."

It took mom a second to work it out - then she caught on, and everybody had a good belly laugh. The next day, I came home. Mom was a little worried about whether dad would be able to handle me being there - but on day two, she turned around and saw that I had walked up to where dad always sat on the sofa, and dad was leaned over hugging me, and knew it would all be ok. (Later, when they started letting me out of the crate during the day, I ate the whole end of the sofa one day when I was bored and lonely - it smelled like dad and was very comforting. Well, until mom came home and saw what I had done to the big expensive sofa. She looked a little upset, but never said anything to me - just said 'it's our own fault' and started crating me again during the day...)