The Dog Lived (and so will I): Such a Loser

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Such a Loser

So, no. It turns out I can't blog every day. Or every other day. I'd like to tell you I had a really good reason, like a fire in my backyard, but...oh, wait...I did have that.

A fire started in the field/ hillside behind my home and quickly swept across all the dry brush to endanger our homes (I live in a gated community of townhomes). You can read about it (yeah, my house is one of those in the photo) here. and also, here. Sadly, one of my neighbors homes, 4 doors down, was burned pretty significantly. Chris fled with Seamus and our computers. I was at work and stayed there until things were brought under control. Then I came home and snaked my car through all the fire trucks and police vehicles to reach my home, my man and my beagle. Fire is out and we're all safely piled on our bed with the smell of smoke circulating about. You'll forgive me if I don't blog about wine tonight right? 'Cuz, ya know....I need to just drink some.

Update: No, seriously, this was outside my home!

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UnknownSeptember 2, 2011 at 5:49 PM
I found your blog on She Writes and just wanted to check it out - stay safe!
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Comments mean you care. That's all I'm saying.

Why The Title

I hate and refuse to read/ watch/ acknowledge any story involving a dog--because I love dogs and the dog in a movie/ book/ whatever always dies. I can't handle that.

When I found out I had cancer I said to Chris (writer, significant other; in case there is a soul reading this who doesn't know that) "If I die, given that Seamus lived, you have to write the memoir "The Dog Lived." I love the irony. Seamus (our beagle) was diagnosed with cancer more than 3 years ago and was told (okay, right, I was told; Seamus still doesn't know) that he would live maybe a year. Instead he's cancer-free and well into remission. That would be the great irony of my life story--the dog lives. I don't.

Not surprisingly, Chris was not amused and did not want to write that memoir. Oh, and my prognosis is not at all that grim. So instead, in a rare mood I'm attempting to just put a positive spin on things. The Dog Lived...and so will I.

For Those of You Over the age of 35

It seems we've learned the age cut-off for understanding how a blog works (i.e. Chris or younger = you get it). So here's a few hints:

1) if you are new to the blog you actually start at the bottom (scroll down) for the first entry and then work your way up.

2) if you want to leave a comment, click on the "# comments" phrase (it will actually say 0 or 1 or 6 ...an actual number) at the end of each post (okay, "article" if the word "post" was too bloggy for you). A window will open with the other comments and a box where you can type in your comment. You don't have to have an account. Just fill in the "Name/URL" with how you want to identify yourself and then click on the "Publish Post" button.

3) comments are how I know you care. ;-)

Teresa

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Thursday, September 1, 2011

Such a Loser

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