Sunday, November 18



"Helping" Daddy with the computer.
Isabelle is our baby.  Plain and simple.  And she knows it.  She has more personality than most people (and she's smarter than a lot of them, too.)  It amazes me how she can be so intelligent and at times so dumb.  Example: once we put a chair next to the sliding glass door so Izzy could have multiple heights for bird-watching.  We came home one night to discover Isabelle standing on the chair with her paws on the slider door handle, trying as hard as she could to push it to the side and crying the whole time.  Smart enough to know how to work the sliding patio door, even if she didn't have enough kitty strength to pull it off.  And then, only a few hours later, dumb enough to jump into the glass door when getting over-excited about a bird dancing on same patio.  Dur.
In some ways, Isabelle is my hero.  She goes at the world 100%, putting all her energy and passion into whatever she's doing at the moment, whether it's insisting on being cuddled, demanding her special food, or jumping around chasing her toys.  Wonderful Isabelle.

Sunday, November 4

Goodbye, Hoolio

For a few years, my parents-in-law have been blessed with the giant pile of love named "Hoolio." Pronounced just like it looks.  Why not "Julio?"  I don't know.  Don't ask.  They adopted him from the Humane Society and from the day he came home, to be cliche, it was a match made in heaven. Hoolio and his new parents, especially his new daddy, were inseparable.  My father-in-law used to joke to Shawn that he was no longer the oldest of the siblings, that Shawn now had an older "brother."

Hoolio was a big dog with the heart of a puppy.  He had a stuffed red teddy bear to play with, every Christmas he camped out on the living room rug and chewed on his gift: a giant rawhide bone, and he was quick to befriend strangers once he realized they smelled okay.  He lived for belly rubs and beggin' strips and loved car rides with his "daddy" more than anything.

Sadly, for the past few months, Hoolio was battling an ongoing sickness that turned out to be multiple tumors and kidney failure.  When treatments didn't work and the last trip to the vet proved the tumors were actually growing, my parents-in-law came to the difficult decision to have him put to sleep so as to ease his suffering. Trust me when I say that for them, coming to this decision was not easy, but they could only do what they felt was best for their baby so he wouldn't be in pain any longer.
So goodbye to Hoolio, the giant dog with the heart of a pup.
You will be missed.