Moe and Clark

No, these aren't the names of Moe Howard's late-life attempt at a newer, more modernized slapstick, "The Two Stooges", characters. And yes, that first sentence is grammatically correct, you'll just need to read it a couple times.

Back to the point, these are the names of two little Japanese Mastiff / Lab mix puppies that are taking up "temporary" residence at the Kelley house. Julie and the kids have their hearts set on keeping Moe. I told her she can keep him if she cleans up after him. Everyone tells me to put my foot down, but really I could care less as long as someone other than I stays on top of hygiene, etc.

So we're testing this. We're fostering Moe and Clark. If things go well, we'll keep Moe. And it looks like my dad will be keeping Clark. It's kinda weird how Louie's passing happened at the same time as these two puppies came along. Coincidence? In my experience, there's no such thing as coincidence. At least so proclaimed a great man a long, long time ago.

Emma has really taken to the puppies. She spends hours in the kitchen with the puppies. And believe it or not, she's pretty good with them. I'm really impressed.

Speaking of impressed, and speaking of my dad... I don't think I've ever seen someone pick up a guitar from out of nowhere and get to where he is after a couple months. And believe me, I'm very hard to impress with anything musical. Within a year my dad will be coming over, plugging in, and rocking while I do a bit of drumming. Within 2 years he will surpass me after 20 years. That is, if he stays at it.

If "B" will post some pictures on her Facebook of Emma and the puppies, I'll post them here.

For those of you keeping count, that's 3 kids, 3 cats, and 3 dogs.

RIP Loogie - It Was a Good Run

Remember Loogie? aka Louie? He is the dog that will eat anything including, but not limited to, a fence, a strand of Christmas tree lights, a bottle of Tylenol, dozens of boxes of Kleenex, half a couch, two pairs of Levis, and many important financial documents. It seems he got into one too many things. I hate to sound insensitive about it but I've seen it coming for years, it was only a matter of when. So needless to say I was prepared for it.

Anyway, Louie is in complete kidney failure. He's being euthanized as I type this.

I'm going to wait until later this evening to call my dad. You'll recall we had to get rid of him and he's been living with my dad for a couple years now.

I need to figure out how to explain this to the kids. Oh crap.

RIP Louie, you'll be missed. But hey, it was a good run, buddy. I'm surprised you made it this long.

Ribs, Ribs, and More Ribs! Yay!

Anyone who knows me will tell you that my second favorite thing in the world is ribs. And this weekend, despite the oncall crap, was quite the rib weekend!

Saturday we went over to B&P's for B's birthday. Happy birthday! Anyway, P made some awesome ribs. Pork spare ribs and babybacks. Slow smoked, all day long, at a low temp. Homemade BBQ sauce. They were excellent! Julie always grills pork spares (and they RAWK!), but I think this was my first time having smoked pork spares.

Sunday we went to my mom's. Then I got paged. While I was working Julie went to lunch with her dad at Applebee's and brought me back some ribs. I had them for lunch today. Yay ribs!

After we left my mom's we went to my dad's. He made some ribs as well, starting the night before. They, too, were excellent.

I love ribs. I think I may do some daddy-style BBQ ribs this weekend, slow-smoked of course. We'll see.

While I was at my dad's, I fed Loogie. Remember Loogie, the dog who eats everything? I wanted to make sure he had his fiber so I ripped up a paper towel into small pieces and fed it to him one at a time. He absolutely loved it. He gobbled down the pieces faster than I could tear them. He ate a shovel recently so I figured he needed extra fiber to properly digest and pass the iron from the shovel.

Loogie

It's been quite a while since I've posted an update in regards to Loogie, the dog with intestines of steel. Really he's been kinda quiet lately. He finally polished off the slat of fence. He's eaten a couple pairs of jeans. Maybe at his old age pica just isn't as fun anymore.

But for whatever reason his tradition is alive and well. From out of nowhere, Joey, Emma, or I will say, "If Louie were here, do you think he'd eat _____?" Then someone else will jump in, "Oh yeah! Hey, if Louie were here, do you think he'd eat the TV?" "Yeah. If Louie were here, you think he'd eat the ceiling fan?" Etc etc.

It drives Julie nuts. Which, of course, is why we do it. :)

In other news, Joey told me last night that I look like Peter Griffin. Not sure how to take that.

If Louie were here, you think he'd eat Greg's manpurse?