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YPF: Tristan, I gave you one, you finished it.
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: What, now he's trying to get treats from both of us?
YPF: I gave him a dental chew, but I believe he's now trying to indicate he'd like a carrot for dessert.
YPF: I SAID THE WORD.
TFaTB: Yes, you did.
YPF: I have my hands full, can you give him one?
TFaTB: Yes, I will pay your debts.
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: Do you have any idea what makes him decide to sleep under the bed, or to sleep by our heads?
Yvaine's Portable Furniture: I am convinced that when he shakes his head, he rattles his brain cells like dice, then consults a lookup table to determine what he does next.
Today I need to laugh, even if it's damp and shaky.
Yesterday afternoon we took Yvaine and Tristan for a last sniff together. Tristan found something extremely horrible to roll in, with great gusto. So he was green and disgusting when the vet came. The vet laughed too, and her laugh was as shaky as ours.
Every time e goes outside, Tristan is still checking the last spot he saw her. He's confused, but we think he will understand eventually. He has no reference frame for this experience. He's also checking on the unusual, sad noises we're making, and booping our faces for mutual comfort.
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: *munching a snack*
Tristan: *attempts hypno-spaniel eyes*
Yvaine's Portable Furniture: Sorry, Tristan, you can't have one of these. But I can *holds out hand*
TFaTB: *passes one to YPF*
Tristan:
Post a picture of your dog and then a picture of you side by side
My bangs are curly and do what they want. I'm rather amused that today of all days, my bangs choose to do this.
~Snippets from Around the Farm~
The first time I wore this hat, Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy looked at me and said, "Say 'clever girl.' Just once. Please."
[Image Description: A bay draft horse wears my hat, a green oilskin slouch hat, a type somewhat recently known for being worn by the animal wrangler in "Jurassic Park."]
Bedtime. We have had Growly Happy Wriggle Scritchies, and usually at this time Yvaine curls up on my legs and goes to sleep. But she's just standing there by my knee, looking expectantly at me.
Yvaine's Portable Furniture: Do you need more scritchies?
Yvaine: *stares, doesn't respond to scritchies*
YPF: Do you need me to move my legs?
Yvaine: *stares, does not nest on legs, looks disappointed*
YPF: Do you need a blanket today? *spreads blanket across wide area of bed*
Yvaine: *stares, turns head slightly to the side, turns head back, stares more*
YPF: Oh! *removes tablet from Yvaine's Spot by my shoulder*
Yvaine: *relaxes, moves to my shoulder, curls up there*
YPF: Sorry honey. I can be dense sometimes.
Yvaine's Portable Furniture: Why do I feel so terrible today? I wasn't on a downswing. This is unexpected and awful.
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: *calls out latest update on hurricane passing Florida this weekend*
YPF: Oh, right, that's today. The last two of those have made me really sick.
TFaTB went to Feed the Big Doggies without YPF this morning. Tristan went along to "help," but Yvaine insisted she needed to stay with YPF. The Little Mommydog has many responsibilities, and they're very important to her.
Insomnia photos: Yvaine has both of us, head on my knee and feet propped up on Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy. Tristan is occupying a good 3/4 of TFaTB's pillow and part of TFaTB's skull.
It's their house. We thumb-monkeys just exist to operate doorknobs, can openers, and crisper drawers.
Yvaine's Portable Furniture: *playing carefully with Yvaine to prevent excitable rubbing of the right side of her face*
Yvaine's Portable Furniture: Can I pass you a Tristan? He wants to play and my hands are full.
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: *calls Tristan and tussles with him*
Tristan: *gets too excited that Yvaine is playing, comes back over to try to join Yvaine*
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: Tristan's attention span has expired. Please insert carrot to continue.
[Photo: Yvaine and Tristan lay together, chewing starch faux-rawhide sticks.]
A conversation noted in April 2017, relevant again because today it was Tristan who rendered assistance--
...
Seriously, the first-pass spaniel tongue saves me a lot of scrubbing.
Tristan’s New Human: Geez, my back and legs are really aching. It’s like I started suddenly doing a lot of squats with a 15-pound weight, every day.
Yvaine’s Portable Furniture: I feel exactly the same, and I can’t imagine why. It’s not like we have such a thing in the house.
… Tris has been with us one week today, and he *likes* cuddles, snuggles, and being carried. We’re also holding him during questionable circumstances, like walking through the barn when the horses are inside. Or lifting him to sniff the horses across the fence when he’s approaching them calmly. Or, or, or… frankly, the pup likes being held.
Gosh, Tristan was such a baby! He still wants the same amount of attention, but on his own four feet.
7:40 am: Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy carries Tristan into the bedroom, explaining that Tris fell asleep while they were playing. TFaTB sets Tristan on TFaTB's pillows, and goes to take a shower.
7:41 am: Tristan crawls across to nestle in Yvaine's Portable Furniture's hair and rest his head on YPF's skull.
7:55 am: TFaTB pauses on the way out the door to pet the Spaniels and kiss YPF.
7:55 am: Tristan lifts his nose to accept YPF's morning kiss.
...
*Somebody* thinks he's the center of the whole wide world.
Tristan: *sleepy Spaniel Eyes*
Yvaine's Portable Furniture: Aaaah, he is SO CUTE.
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: I'm cute, too!
YPF: Yes, yes, but you look like you've been sick for five days.
TFaTB: Four! Four days! *counts on fingers* Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday.
TFaTB: *holding up five fingers* FOUR.
YPF: *laughs until felled by a coughing fit*
The laughter is gonna kill me.
Tristan’s Fetch and Tug Buddy: What do you want me to do with this rock Tristan gave me?
Yvaine’s Portable Furniture: Want to just put it right outside, we’ll stick it with the Farm Rocks later? It’s granite-y, he has good taste in his rock collecting.
TFaTB: I think he just collects rocks that taste good.
More of Tristan's Rocks
(originally posted Nov 2018)
Tristan, adorably leaning over my shoulder.
Me, resting my cheek against his soft warm little cheek, listening to him sleep.
Me, whispering: "you know you're not my dog and I don't love you"
(lies, lies)
I am a very naughty puppy. It is bedtime, and Yvaine is comfortably nesting on my legs. But I am fidgeting too much. Yvaine requires me to give her my hand, so she can lick the naughty fidgety puppy to sleep.
~Snippets from Around the Farm~
Yvaine's Portable Furniture: Do you see Kat? I see Firefly and Serenity.
YPF: Oh wait, I see a two-headed bay.
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: So either that's Kat, or someone's been conducting mad science.
