“To me, as a gay boy, hugging another boy was perfectly natural. It always has been, it always will be. I always felt instinctively somehow that people would disapprove and say I was naughty. And I always felt instinctively that I knew what I wanted and I was going to have it and all those disapproving people could just go suck eggs and pound sand. Even at the height of the worst spiritual and sexual repression that Oklahoma and its churches could dole out, my inner belief has always been the same. There’s nothing wrong with me. I’ve known who I am and what I wanted since I was at least five. And everyone else who is not onboard with that can go over Niagra Falls without a barrel.”
Category: Hounds
Another Anniversary
It’s been TWELVE (12)!!! years??! Holy cow. In spite of all the special dogs (Feargal, Fergus, Fred, Roux, Sascha, Bosco, Goose, Tessa and now Charlie) we’ve had since Bayley crossed the Rainbow Bridge, the first dog who enters your life always leaves the most special imprint on your heart. And Bayley was indeed a special…
His Majesty Objects
“After some interminably loud defending the walls of the castle, HIM the Roux comes inside and complains for 15 minutes to us churls about Townes very existence in the Royal Orbit. Part of the Complaint revolves around the undisputed Treasonous Conduct of us churls in Divers Huggings and Walkings and Flauntings of the Dangerous Interloper …” | Read more after the jump …
Dean Allen, RIP (Jan. 2018)
Because so much has been messed up and unstuck during the first half of this god-awful year, I just discovered the other day that Dean Allen, the creator of Textpattern, which powers this site, and of TextDrive, which used to host this site until Joyent destroyed it, and of «Textism» and Textile and Cardigan Industries…
Latest Bad News: Sascha
Did you ever have one of “those” years? For me, 1993 was my, as the Queen said, “annus horribilus.” But 2018 is… Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, May 15, 2018
Curses! Drugged Again!
Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, May 15, 2018
His Royal Snit Fit
Portrait: His Imperial Majesty The Roux throws the Royal Snit Fit, leading His Court in vocal protests against All This Infernal Packing. Again, sorry for poor video quality. You takes ‘em as you gets ‘em.) Posted by Steve Pollock on Thursday, April 26, 2018
The Vet, Again.
Mr. Goose is on his way to a nail trim and latest shots. He’s always up for a ride. Meanwhile, hiding from the camera… Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, April 23, 2018
Goose's Most Favoritist Thing in the World
Goose loves when the sun goes down, because it makes great reflections off the phone, which is his MOST. FAVORITIST. Thing. IN. THE. WORLD!!!!! to chase. Tails are for pikers. He gets very excited, which in turn Wholly Displeases His Imperial Majesty The Roux, who is then bothered and obliged to Issue Verbal Correction to…
Bosco Comes Home
Bosco came home today. He now takes his place next to Bayley, Feargal and Fred. Thanks again to Lap of Love’s Dr. Regan… Posted by Steve Pollock on Wednesday, April 4, 2018
I Could But I Won't.
“You do know I can jump over there and grab that cheddar at any moment, don’t you? But I am a Very Good Boy and I won’t. I could if I wanted to, though. Just sayin’. Jerk.” Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, April 2, 2018
Sascha Says Goodbye to Bosco
She was not very willing (a little freaked out, I think—she knew things were not right), but I did get one last photo of… Posted by Steve Pollock on Thursday, March 22, 2018
Memories of Bosco, Part 2
Here is a series of pics of Bosco (and Sascha) from the moment we first saw them in October 2015 as Belly Rubs… Posted by Steve Pollock on Thursday, March 22, 2018
Memories of Bosco, Part 2
Here is a series of pics of Bosco (and Sascha) from the moment we first saw them in October 2015 as Belly Rubs… Posted by Steve Pollock on Thursday, March 22, 2018
Memories of Bosco, Part 1
Some pics of a happy/sleepy Bosco. Always such a happy boy, until that last night. Farewell, Boscketty. Lordy do we miss ya. Posted by Steve Pollock on Thursday, March 22, 2018
Farewell, Boscketty Bagel.
Our beloved Bosco is calling time and can now see the Rainbow Bridge and the finish line of a life well lived and well… Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, March 20, 2018
We Want Dinner!
What happens when Unca Frankie goes to the store without first serving dinner to the Royal Family. (Kinda funny/sad at the end is Bosco, who is now pretty much just lying around, but who still feels well enough to join in the howling. I think he’s turned another corner and we don’t have long. Lotsa…
Sascha and Bosco Asleep
Bosco snoozing up next to his sister before his nail trim. Things have taken a turn and not towards the good. More pain pills on way. We’re waiting for his decision and being strong for him. Posted by Steve Pollock on Wednesday, February 21, 2018 [And thanks everyone, your support and love for Boscketty and us…
A Dressing Down
The Royal Photographer churl just got told off (and HOW!!) big time, so I snapped a quick one and ran. His Majesty likes… Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, February 26, 2018
Yawny Fergus
Fergus Beagle avoids the camera studiously, so I snuck up on him and caught him mid-yawn. Incredibly, he turns 11 next… Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, February 26, 2018
Sleepy Bosco
Bosco likes to sleep facing the wall, sun not required. (He’s hanging tough; while the osteosarcoma has spread from… Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, February 26, 2018
Elegant Queen Sascha
The ever-elegant Queen Sascha likes the sun as well. Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, February 26, 2018
Goose and His Elefunk
Some sun!!!! Goose and his Elefunk take advantage of rare sight in Music City: Light. He’s forgotten what it is, but he likes it! (Yes, I’m projecting.) Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, February 26, 2018
Simon Invades
His Imperial Majesty registers Royal Displeasure over an infiltration into the Kingdom by an insolent guerilla fighter from the K.A.T. organization, which only His Majesty’s keen eyesight can detect. (It’s white with some brown and three houses away and goes by the moniker “Simon.”) Simon conducts hit-and-run raids at least twice daily, and His Royal…
I've Got This, Thanks.
"I'll take care of this, thank you very much!" Posted by Steve Pollock on Friday, February 23, 2018
Off for a Checkup
Bosco, on the way for a consult and nail trim. Blue Oasis of Mt. Juliet is a wonderful place. (Sorry for two previous… Posted by Steve Pollock on Wednesday, February 21, 2018
Cuddled Up
Bosco is cuddled up against his sister. He’s breakkn’ our hearts. He’s hanging in there tough, but is now having a hard… Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Shanghai'ed Yet Again
His Majesty has been, yet again, drugged and shanghai’ed off to that den of iniquity, the vet’s office, for an ear… Posted by Steve Pollock on Friday, January 26, 2018
Bosco is Limping
Bosco started to limp today, indicating a spread of the osteosarcoma to his joint. He also just had a long episode of tremors, so now we’re on our way to NVS to try to get help to get him through the night. And snow is beginning in Nashville. So. You know. Yeah. [And thanks everyone…
Three Hounds
Our beloved Bosco (in the middle between His Majesty the Roux and Queen Sascha) is not feeling good tonight. Feels like… Posted by Steve Pollock on Wednesday, January 10, 2018 [So very sorry to have taken so long to say it, but thank you everyone for all your love and support for Bosco, Sascha and us….
Unhand Me, Foul Knave-Churls!
His Majesty is NOT in a mood to be recorded. Rash is gone, ears are better, but not quite there yet. Annnnddd … we discovered a cyst on the Royal Tuckus, which will be medically treated. If that doesn’t work, lancing and draining will be required and that brings forth a nightmare of epic proportions…
Dragged Off to Hell
His Majesty is trying to magically blink away this followup vet visit, a la “I Dream of Jeannie” It’s not working. He’s… Posted by Steve Pollock on Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Sascha's Going Into Traction
Two days, two vet visits. Sascha, Queen of Our Hearts, seems to be steadily losing the use of her back legs. Not been a… Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, December 12, 2017 [Update: She’s home resting. Ummmm. Herniated disks and arthritis and a messed up spine and has feeling lower down, but can barely move….
I Must Protest This Assault Upon Our Person
“I must protest this assault upon Our Imperial and Royal Person! We have been captured and drugged –DRUGGED, We tell… Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, December 11, 2017
I'm Ignoring You. You Know What You Did.
His Majesty The Roux won’t deign to even look at me because of the whole Major we are not amused at the placing of a hat… Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, December 2, 2017
Bosco Has Gingerbread
Beloved Bosco gets a gingerbread bear. (He seems to feel fine; I just woke him up for his treat. I don’t think his… Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, December 2, 2017
Fergus Gets Gingerbread
Head Beagle Fergus gets a gingerbread lion too. Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, December 2, 2017
Goose Gets Some Gingerbread
Prince Goose is Loose gets a gingerbread lion. Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, December 2, 2017
Sascha Gets Some Gingerbread
Queen Sascha gets a gingerbread elefunk. Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, December 2, 2017
The Bribes Arrived
The aforementioned bribe came today … in gingerbread and pumpkin. His Majesty is … miffed but mollified. Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, December 2, 2017
We Are Not Amused.
A confession from the Churl: His Majesty is throwing his snit fit not about the tree, but because I had the temerity,… Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, December 2, 2017
Ebeneezer Basset Scrooge
His Imperial Majesty The Roux wishes it known that you can take your monstrous Christmas tree, which is blocking His… Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, December 2, 2017
Beagle. Anal. Glands. Urk.
Beagle. Anal. Glands. If you have/have had a beagle, you probably understand why we’re over the river and through the… Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, November 25, 2017
Tessa: Turkey Bird Good!
Shhhhhh. Turkey bird good. Don’t tell Mummy! Posted by Steve Pollock on Thursday, November 23, 2017
Say Your Prayers
My girlfriend Tessa is staying a week with us while her mommy Carol Miller Stewart is up nawth havin' Thanksgiving 'mongst her Yankee kin. She has a set of steps her daddy Rick made her to get up in bed, but always ignores them and wants me to boost her. (She's a tripod dog and…
Squirrel!!!
The demesne was invaded by a legion of one squirrel today, who made a mess in the driveway with, I think, a large… Posted by Steve Pollock on Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Bad News
Just found out our court jester Bosco has a large, fast-growing osteosarcoma, which engulfed three ribs and is probably… Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, November 6, 2017
You're Home!
Posted by Steve Pollock on Wednesday, June 28, 2017
The Distribution of the Fries
The distribution of the leftover fries. The Hounds have Unca Frankie surrounded. (Clockwise from top: Fergus, Goose,… Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Make with the Fries, Churl!
"Churl! You better make with the fries or I'm gonna wreck this kitchen!" His Majesty #IAmTheRoux demands the remains of tonight's DQ visit. Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, October 4, 2016



