Category Archives: Reciprocal Affection

Bang Bang, Crash Crash.

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Not surprised. Grieved. Shell-shocked. But not surprised. Worst death toll yet in Orlando, five in a domestic in hometown Roswell, another one averted in West Hollywood where friends are marching for our right to live and love today. It’s an endless list … they’re just like car wrecks now … 32,675 dead on the roadways in 2014 didn’t make us blink, while 475 dead in 372 mass shootings in 2015 made us yearn for more anger and violence … so there’s lots of room for more … the merrier. There’s tons of land for cemeteries.

Sing it: “This land is your land, this land is my land … this necropolis was made for you and me.”

Big Voice

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Goose arriyed here at his forever home at around 2:30 this afternoon. His wonderful transport man, who brought him from Knoxville to Cookeville, said Goose was completely quiet and all calm and everything the whole trip. He was completely quiet with us all the way back to Hermitage too.

Finally, when I was just thinking maybe he would never utter a peep, some people drove up to a house on the other side of the creek in the back.

Then … Goose found his voice. Let's just say we may have to rename him … "Bay" or "The Unholy Howler" or "The Howling" or "He Whose Voice is Far Bigger Than His Body" or "Goosebumps" … you see the theme. I'm not good at creating names.

At any rate, here's "Goose: The First Howling." [Speakers on lowest level, you've been warned.] Enjoy!

Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, March 26, 2016

Royal Conversation

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His Imperial Majesty, #IAmTheRoux, is the King of the Castle, but Queen of Our Hearts Sascha knows better. Here, we eavesdrop on one of their conversations, in which She Who is Not Amused puts the Royal Loudmouth quite in his place, while the Court Jester Bosco and we, the house churls, keep our mouths shut. You can see how he bows to her at the end. She wins the argument by shutting him up. Just a rainy Saturday afternoon at the Royal Basset Demesne at Saddlebrooke.

Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, March 12, 2016

Puppie Hood

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From April 2007: While the boys were still living at home with mommy. Ginger occasionally thought they were playthings and got a little rough. Here, Fergus gets very angry with Mom for rough play. However, he did learn skills which he now employs readily against the Bassets in the house. Ferga Beagle can hold his own, thanks to mom. (They were four or five weeks old at this point.)

Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Sunbath for Sascha

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Her Highness Sascha, Queen of Our Hearts, enjoys the sun of a day filled with early spring promise. Of course, the Royal…

Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, February 29, 2016