The other day, Julie remarked that as a result of my recent illness-derived weight loss, I had, and I quote, "lost my bum."
Adam was in the vicinity, and overheard the remark. What resulted was a full day of questioning.
Daddy, where's your bum?
Daddy, how did you lose your bum?
Daddy, we need to look for your bum....
No amount of explanation could satisfy the young man. Julie suggested that some ice cream might be the most useful tool in helping me find my bum, but Adam insisted that a flashlight would be more useful.
Eventually, he dropped the topic -- but something reminded me of this older photo, so I thought I'd present it again and fib and say that it's from the great bum hunt of 2006. (Actually, as you can see by the date, it's from 2005, and we were looking for a dog treat that had fallen under the stove. But why let a silly thing like "the truth" get in the way of a good gag? )
On a less frivolous note, we bid adieu to the lovely Kelsey (the grey dog in the lower right corner of that picture) last night. It's a sad time around Casa di Subdivided these days. She was a lovely pet, and the three years she spent with us were a delight. The good news is that we think we've found her a great new home. She'll have somebody around the house all day, which she didn't have with us -- and she has a new border collie pal to play with.
We may have found a taker for Smithers, as well. We met with a nice couple on Sunday, and I'm sold on them -- if they call us back and say they want him, then we'll be saying goodbye again shortly.
Sad. Really, really sad. But the boy's allergies are getting worse, and it had to be done. At least if we find them good homes we can take some comfort in that.
Kelsey Pup is hopefully at this very moment sunning herself in her new backyard while the Border Collie, Lacy, tries to convince herself that she will be top dog in the house. Ain't gonna work girlfriend, Kelsey is a bossy girl who doesn't take kindly to any one trying to undermine her authority. Just ask Smithers.
Speaking of Smithers, you can really notice how much grayer he's gotten in the last year between that photo and a newer one.
Posted by: Julie | September 19, 2006 at 12:50 PM
Let the doggies be happy in their new homes...let your children be happy with you. And if things don't work out, I have room for Smithers here.
Posted by: Ol'Froth | September 19, 2006 at 07:44 PM
And perhaps you can take solace too that the last picture of Smithers on your site was a snapshot...of his anus.
Would you look at length of that dog! How can his torso be as big as yours?
Play that barking YouTube bit of the dogs again, will ya? They are two great, funny dogs.
Posted by: Joe | September 19, 2006 at 09:29 PM
Better to have had a rear and lost, than never to have had a rear at all... :-)
Posted by: Cathy | September 20, 2006 at 09:31 AM
I am so glad the dogs are finding good homes. I feel for you all, no easy solutions to this problem. And I hope Adam feels better soon.
Posted by: Library Cat | September 20, 2006 at 11:26 AM
Have you checked behind the sofa?
Posted by: Frank Lefkin | September 20, 2006 at 02:46 PM